love in a desert

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Today there was a lot of different dreams. One of them is very pleasant. As if we were a group of people traveling across the desert. I see a young man, who I like very much. We are changing views. It seems to me, he like me too. The sand around, under feet interesting vegetation found : a rare low grass casts shadows so if you look with great height on these trees. I photographed. Looking through the eyes of his, seeing as any active girl hang up on his neck. I'm giving way, I want to go faster, but to drop something out of the hands. Cannot, to raise, but some reach before me. My hand is on top of his. I am raising eyes: he is. We are on the haunches, eyes to eyes, hand in hand …)) Very erotic moment. We slowly climb up, not giving the eye and not leaving hands. He is higher then me more than a head. We are moving forward with the group, runs some tunnels, slopes, climbs the hillsof sand. We are staying in any large empty house, like a school. He begins to ring me in the dance, I feel myself so small next to him. He separates me from the ground and circled in the air, holding me waist so that our eyes in front of each other. I feel his strong arms, shoulders, back under him clothes so real! I feel the smell of his skin. I am head over heels in love! We are folling in love! The long-forgotten feeling ..)))

P.S. This young man has dreamed me before. When I got the book Bradley Thompson “Informed dream for seven days”, I immediately start to practice. I saw informed dream in the first day. Inexpressible feeling! I will write more later. And on the seventh day it had a guy who I saw in a dream today. Here are just a perception, it was somewhat sad.

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Large spacious apartment, a noisy company, celebrate the New Year. We find ourselves with him in a separate room, sitting on the floor opposite each other. We talk about something, laugh, it`s very interesting to us to be together. Somebody knock in a door and call us to enjoy, but we remain. We can`t satiable company of each other. Eyes are burning, both filled of that sense of recognition of the approximation of love. Then we walked together of the high bank of the sea. Autumn. Coast entire large hills from the sand. I failed, he pull me. We are so happy! Everything seems so real. We are again in the same room, when suddenly I realize that this is a dream!The picture begins to gradually disappear, like a thaw. I cling to each image, trying to hold. I know for sure that it was all in my life! I just make sure of that! Again, try to check - this is a dream or not. I scream: “Is that all a lie!? Mom! Is all a lie? Is this not have been?!” And so I become sick from this, that I feel so strong hurt in the heart! I weep bitterly. Wake up in tears.

three floors of happiness

Preface: In this dream will meet two characters: Boroda and Papa. They are well known as simoronists - Gurangov and Dolohov. Who does not know, Simoron is a school of wizards. They wrote not one book on this topic. They constantly hold festivals of yoga and Wizards Dancing, one of which I have visited, from what got fun:) Such funny guys. This dream I saw approximately one year after the festival, and exactly one week before they were to come with festival to our city, which I very much wanted to go, but have no possibility for that moment. Therefore, this dream seems very strange for me.

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I see the dream, where in front of the house people gathered. It was a house which I lived in childhood. There is a beautiful yard with fresh trees and bushes, and a little cloudy. I am staying there with wizards Boroda and Papa, watching people, somewhat ironically, because people there so much serious without reason. We stand in silence and I’m looking into eyes of wizards. From this moment starts some kind of powerful psychedelic action. I understand that they are people of other planet or even dimension. I feel no earthly substance under me, turn my head around and all smoothly and quietly turns into another... The same trees are turned into trees some extraordinary beauty... The same grass under my feet transforms into something unusual, like in Paradise. No words to spell. Birds from ordinary sparrows become paradise kolibri:) All around filled bright colors, heady fragrances and beautiful sounds. I am slowly thinking if it’s a heaven it probably should be such. And the more I looked at this beauty, so even more incredible it becomes. At a moment I feel it could break me with delight, so sweet feelings in heart... It corresponds sensations of very bright orgasm when everything overwhelms you, that inadvertently starts crying of happiness. I begin to cry and look into surprised eyes of Boroda. He embraced me and said: “Good, baby. But it’s only beginning. Do you want more?” Of course my answer Yes!


After my positive answer we are in the cab of rising elevator. The door is open and for surprisingly there are such drab, dirty, very terribly unpleasant sight. I interrogative look at them! And Boroda says: “This is happiness too!”

We rising upward and all became unbearably terribly at the cabin, blowing from every quarter, cold wind and rain everywhere. Cab is scratching, it seems that it has collapsed now. I tolerate, but at some point cannot resist, I want run away. Then Boroda opens the door and show me…
I see something and understand that I from a minute of total happiness and can’t stray from the path and lose patience. And just when it seems that the limit now and no possibilities go forward, then it comes what are you going long and patiently.

Very powerful dream!