I found myself within a classroom full of familiar and unfamiliar acquaintances. About 60 people in total.

We were all seated at desks and given translucent purple folders with many pages of white paper within which contained many questions per sheet. The questions all had to do about punk clothing. Each person had to write on a lined sheet of paper their answers to each question rapidly in black ink. I felt a sensation indicating it was not right to do so and that it was trickery. It felt like a focus group. I lost my folder during this point which 'woke me up' from the situation. I got upset/angry fairly quickly and tried to warn the group what they were doing. I told someone who was wearing a beige winter coat with the band OFF!'s logo on the shoulder, "What would Keith Morris think of you all for doing this?" and "Henry Rollins would not at all be pleased" [Henry then showed up in the back, unhappy and reciting something to the group.] I made a quick exit from the class room. Between my exit and the hallway outside I got ashes of women ashing an audience in a row, the result of what they had learned in the 'focus group'. I am then in the hallway where there is a horizontal junction made of concrete that is painted blue. There is a bottom hallway and a top hallway, the top one of which is packed with people and the lower one with barely any. The blue concrete horizontal hall divider is movable. I nd myself singing loudly, powerfully, in high registers, and oat myself to the upper hall. People pass me by as I am pushing myself through the packed masses. It's my old highschool science/philosophy hall again. I head towards the T junction where there is a long branch to the right and a short one to the left which leads down a set of stairs and then to another set of doors which leads outside. As I am going down the stairs I sense pedophiles and then see approximately 4 of them. I punch each one of them hard, in sequence, as I go down the stairs and then exit. I am now outside facing the bus lane. The surrounding trees are richly green hued, thick with foliage. The atmosphere has a green tint to it as well. I begin oating/ying above the bus lane which is lled with many people, a lot of younger punks with coloured hair. Blue and black mostly. As I oat at forest canopy level down the middle of the lane, I feel that I have black wings coming out of my back and my legs are crossed at the ankles as I oat down the lane with arms outstretched. Crucix pose almost. Then I begin ying fast and high above the town of Fergus. The sky is translucent cloudy cream/orange coloured. Female territory. I y faster and faster as the town transforms into cityscapes at night which look like Vancouver. They're all on the coasts of medium size lakes, their lights reecting off of the subtle waves into the night sky. I feel I might over-y and try to control myself. I end up gaining better control while ying over a suburb which is densely packed, still night time, with solid matte red rooftops and white structures below. None of them have lights on inside. Everyone is asleep. Beyond the suburb is a range of mountains which I y towards. They are beautiful. Moonlight reecting off of the pure white blankets of snow draping every peak and valley. I oat closer to them and notice that the rock they are formed of is a rich hue of orange. I feel like I need to stop ying and oat towards one of the mountain edges. I grab on to it and the snow feels like crunchy foam or cake icing with a slightly rough texture. I hear it's subtle cracking as I grab into it. I feel the need to end that sequence and transfer to another one so I let go of the mountainside and fall gracefully and slowly into a crevice lled with thick white fog. As I descent into the fog gently I can feel the dreamscape shift into the next one smoothly. I nd myself knelt on the oor of a short hallway, as if entering a large building from a main entrance. I get up and move myself forward passing many small rooms and doorways. I hear Native American tribal songs nearby rst to my right and then to my left. In one of the small off hallway rooms I see a pair of short shaman with silver metal masks dancing slowly on what appears to be two wooden doors laid at on saw horses. I reach the end of the short hall. A T intersection. I turn to the left, it's about as long as the previous hall but opens into a large common room. The atmosphere in the building is that of a wooden lodge. There are animal pelts and antlers here and there. A large table sits in the middle of the common room. There are many people around me, most of them are chiefs of tribes. A couple of them guide me to the table and sit me down on it. One of the chiefs with a sense of humour comes up to me with an enormous bowl/plate of ground beef and tilts it over my mouth. I feel hungry so I bite off about half a hamburger patty's worth and chew it for a while until swallowing. The chiefs deposit a couple other people to my right on the table and lay me down at. I am slightly restless and twitchy. The person to my right gets agitated and moves about a foot further away from me. After a few minutes I get up and then off the table and walk towards a short hallway in front of me slightly to my right. The chiefs look from a distance but don't do anything to stop me. The short hallway I enter has multiple sets of doorways each leading to different dreamscapes. By now everything is hyper-real and I can dowse which doors I must go through. The doors are wood frames with frosted glass windows covering the upper half. Each door has golden two digit numbers, in the style of most house address fonts. I sense X's presence at a door with the number 36 in gold on it. I pass through and it leads to another door with the number 25 in silver. I pass through it and end up in a quaint city which resembles Paris slightly. A long brick openspace and then the buildings. I oat about them. A man, older with white hair and beard, slightly nautical in style, automatically decides it is time for me to learn 'blind' ying. I close my eyes and begin ying over a body of water while the man yells 'whoa! incoming!' and I bank to my left and avoid whatever it was. A few more obstacles and it is okay for me to open my eyes once more. I turn around and see that I had made it and begin to oat back towards the man and his associates who are all on a small wooden balcony. I experiment with pitch and yaw as I move towards them. Once steady I begin oating about the city once more and eventually land, walking into a building. In the building, which is composed of many thin but very tall hallways with rooms off to the side, I end up in the corner of an L joint hall. There is a table at which two beings sit. They are humanoid, in the very loose sense that they have arms legs and a head and can ambulate (though they more 'glided' a few inches above the ground). The best description I can give of them is that they looked like human sized seahorses made of nely blown antique glass. Their overall hues were orange like but really they were composed of many ever shifting patterns of colours. They were speaking and laughing to me verbally but I could not understand verbally what they were saying. Telepathically, something registered though and I laughed hysterically with them. They then stood up from their seats and took me down the other length of the L joint to an open doorway. I went through the doorway and found myself on a fast moving train which was unbelievably ornate and beautiful inside. It was mostly polished wood with well kept carpets and very ornately designed wooden furniture. There were humans of all kinds on board but also other beings, the majority of whom were slightly larger than humans in size, humanoid, but again only in the rough sense that they had arms, legs and a head. They were entirely blue and appeared to have the texture of nely woven tendrils of slightly glowing blue light in many different shades. They looked almost like they were made of mycelium or mold. To me they were very beautiful despite their overall forms being fairly obtuse and 'ugly' in that they looked like loose bags formed around a humanoid mannequin. I was standing at one of the doors on the train, which were similar to subway train doors, but they opened outwards into the night. I noticed the night sky and the forest outside a few yards from the train tracks were deep and dark shades of blue and purple. There was a dim blue light in the forest which was following the train and catching up. I opened the door once to check it out. The light kept following but dimmed. It was too blurry to see what form it was. Suddenly the blue beings who were seated became energized and concerned. One of them came to the door where I was standing so I opened it and s/he looked outside at the glow in the woods moving with us, and then s/he decided to leap off the train and ran very fast towards the glow. The glow then caught up and materialized in the woods. It rst appeared as a dimly lit 'ghost bullet train' with ornate designs but then took on the form of a moving church. I then looked back at the being who was running fast to catch up with the train and grabbed her hand (which was somewhat 'root like') and pulled her on board, continuing to observe the shifting church forms following us parallel in the woods. As I continued to watch, the deep blue/purple night quickly transformed into clear blue bright day skies and the forests became rich with green foliage. The church forms then began to form actual wooden, ancient Scandinavian style, churches, which 'rolled' out and then stopped. Some of them 'landing' partially over the train's path as we passed by. Once the churches stopped following us and were all solidied, I turned my head in the opposite direction, noticing we were approaching an underpass/tunnel with woods surrounding. I then left the doorway and went towards the front of the train.

There was a woman and her kid, about 8-10 years old, who I stood with silently, listening to them as we looked out the windows which were about 8 feet tall and two feet wide with rounded corners. They were tinted a milky light blue. I then went to the front of the train, opened a front facing door and noticed we were approaching a Y joint. The right branch lead down a tunnel in some dark black granite, the left branch became a steep waterfall, which another waterfall was perpendicular to its right, the water coming from a similar direction to the tunnel on the right. The train suddenly banked left and went over the waterfall. The train crashed and began lling to the roof with water. I kicked open a couple windows which were hard to break. The woman and kid then left. I then went to the front of the train again, into a small door which lead to the control room (which had no controls, it was telepathically operated). A large square window at the front. The room was slightly to the right of the very front vector of the train. There was a coat closet to the left lled with plaid coats. I tore them all off their hangers searching for something, a way out of the train. I could not nd it. Two short asian men with tanned skin, twins, dressed in tuxedos, came in and calmed me down by grabbing hold of me. Their communication was telepathic. One of them looked me in the eyes and then began pressing my lower belly in a very odd feeling way. Pressure points were pressed. It calmed me down and stopped me from tearing the room apart. They escorted me out of the small room and the train dissolved and it was now just me being followed by a group of people who were sad and frightened from what had just occurred, down a curved road under an underpass. They're all fairly quiet but agitated. We all end up in a large campus-like common grounds area surrounded by old stone school like buildings with a contemporary tinge to them that I cannot describe accurately enough. It all felt a bit too Harry Potter to me but that feeling was transient. I found that this area was mostly populated with punks. I was for the most part alone and silent during this part, wandering the West perimeter of this common grounds area. It was late morning, wherever I was. A large city like Toronto it felt like but double the height, in the distance beyond the school like buildings. Suddenly, football shaped objects are lobbed high over the school buildings, they seem heavy like they are made of granite. There are softball sized stone spheres being tossed over as well which are more sand coloured. It is an ambush. I sense 'conservatives' (as best I can put it [EDIT: conservatives in this sense represent the Former Power Elites of all walks of their tricky, scheming lives] ). They are doing the tossing of these objects. I hear them call out 'go home punks!!!' and suddenly the whole area is in a frenzy and I am gathering a bunch of fellow punks behind me and getting them to safety. One girl just a metre behind me is so distraught she is trying not to vomit but I can hear her heaving. As we leave and they follow, I oat upwards a few meters. We pass by a concrete, articial river to our right, surrounded by concrete and glass buildings. There are people all over, it is chaos. Some of them are throwing rocks from across the other side of the river at people who are oating just above the river surface, who also are throwing rocks back towards the other rock throwers (who are inside a couple levels of what look like open concrete parking garage levels). There is an asian man, tall, middle aged, oating above the river in the middle as we keep going. My frame rate increases and time slows for a bit as I gaze at him. He has a window pane sized shard of glass in his mouth but is not bleeding. As if he is mocking us who are passing by. He slowly removes the enormous shard without injury, his skin like rubber. He gazes back deeply but does not express emotion. There is another version like him just down the river towards the buildings which the river goes under. We pass by as my frame rate slows and time speeds up again. I nd one punk lying down on the ground and grab him in my arms and then up a set of stairs when we reach the buildings in front of us. All of us end up in a lit glossy concrete hallway, very tall and wide. We're all tired. I'm holding the one punk I brought in. He's dead. A female sits to my right, staring forward quietly. I then focus back on the body I am holding which becomes female. All I can see is the back of her neck, slightly freckled, with bleached hair dyed a light faded red, head facing down. At some point I let go of her and leave to go back to the common grounds. I'm with a few other dreamers now, I can sense them behind me. We travel quietly down an underground corridor which takes us back to the common grounds. We exit the corridor through a set of stone stairs which come up to the common grounds' perimeter via a small crevice in the yard. We very carefully and slowly proceed up the stairs. I motion them to slow down SWAT team style, while I peak my head out over the edge of the stairway. I see children in the distance, all about 8 years old, most denitely ALL conservative elites (they 'smell' extremely awful [EDIT: smell in the term of auric stench]) wearing work suits which are graphite hued with blue work shirts. Males and females, but males rst come towards us. They're saying things to us but I cannot remember what. I only remember signalling everyone to GO and we began grabbing every single one of the kids one by one and knocking them out on the ground dead. The open area transforms into a long and wide, dimly lit glossy blue/grey airport/hospital like hallway with metal 'lines' panelling the ceiling, windows to the right. The hall is full of all of these elite children wearing suits. They are all blonde and blue eyed. I stare as many of them in the eyes as possible. They feel totally null. I feel numb to what I am doing. I am at the front of a V formation of dreamer operatives and we are taking out every single one of the elite children in our sights by shoving them away or cutting with knives. I never look back, not once, but I could sense that we got whatever it was we were doing done and we did it impeccably. Eventually, they were all gone, and it was silent as we reached the end of the hall which had windows looking outside. I was alone now, the other dreamers faded off to their own realms. I could sense the loss of life all around. In the dead silence I heard a female's footsteps in the distance and heard a quiet 'oh my lord' and sensed the instant shock. I tried to exit through a square window which was very bright and framed in pure white. I had a belt on that was sticking though. I went back inside, now more rushed, and then tried again. It did not work. Back inside again I quickly found a door nearby, white framed and glass (but frosted) and exited into a small courtyard which was like a rock garden with black and white gravel. Perpendicular to the door I came in, and parallel from the former hall I was in, was a doorway to another, smaller hallway. A black framed door with white details and a frosted glass window. There were two square windows to each side of the door. I saw a female pass by and heard her in an upset state. I ducked and pushed the door back knowing she would come through it. She managed to push through but did not seem to notice me ducking to her right on the ground. The wanted mostly to get to the other hall. As she passed I lightly carved her ankle which formed a line of red, only deep enough to mark her. After this I woke up very strangely numbed to what I had just gone through and aided in doing. It all felt planned and necessary. I felt that dreamers granted sanctuary on my properties [EDIT: properties = personal eld of consciousness] were under direct threat and had to neutralize whatever forces were threatening them. [This dream occurred June 14th-15th 2011]