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		<title>ツ Dream Analysis: I Thank the Herons&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 11:48:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She finally admitted to me that she was having an affair with a guy from work.]]></description>
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<p><B>I’ve been studying dream analysis for quite a few years.  Symbols are the language of dreams.  Please reply with what your opinion as to what this dream symbolizes.  Also post a dream you had in the comments and I’ll give it my best shot at what it might mean. </B></p>
<p>December 16 2002</p>
<p>My wife and I were fighting (I have no idea the topic) and the kids were with us.  We were walking down the street toward this very steep staircase in a tall thin building.  The stair case seemed to go nowhere but up in the sky.</p>
<p>She finally admitted to me that she was having an affair with a guy from work.  He was in his 40s and his name is either Keith or Kyle.  I wasn’t really listening after she broke the news.  We started walking up the steep stairs.</p>
<p>I think we got up twenty steps when I told her I was going to ring her neck.  I wrapped my hands around her throat, but didn’t squeeze.  Instead I let her go, turned around and started walking down the steep steps.  On the steps about 10ft. below me I saw two cans of beer; Foster’s Lager.</p>
<p>When I got to them, I picked them up and both of them had tiny holes punctured in the middle of them so they were empty.</p>
<p>There was a pond I knew of where herons lived and I don’t know why, but I knew the herons punctured the cans.</p>
<p>I put the cans down, turned around and began walking up the stairs to follow my wife and children.</p>
<p>I thank the Herons.</p>
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		<title>ツ Lucidity…</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 23:38:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Control what you do while dreaming…]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Techniques I have used include:<br />
- When you get there, don’t do anything too drastic, otherwise you’ll wake up. Don’t fly too high at first. Start small and work up.<br />
- Practice while you are awake. Carry around a note and pull it out several times a day and read it. If you make this a habit in your waking life, you’ll dream it sooner or later. If the message is different, or you are unable to read it, you are dreaming.<br />
- Speaking of reading, read everything around you when you are awake (street signs, billboards, etc.). After you read it, look away, and turn back to it and read it again. If it says something different, or it’s illegible, you are dreaming.<br />
- If you are experiencing a lucid dream, and you feel yourself waking up, out stretch you arms in the dream, tilt you head back, close your eyes, and spin.</p>
<p>http://www.world-of-lucid-dreaming.com/lucid-dreaming-techniques.html</p>
<p>I was in this big house and Austin wasn’t born yet. I was still married to Kristin. All the ceilings in the house were very tall, 12 to 16ft. high. This is a lucid dream. I even walked over to a closet and opened the door. I saw shelves and blankets everywhere. Then I closed the door. (This was a conscience decision.) I walked back into the room and there were drapes over the drapes on the walls but about 4ft. down from the ceiling &#8211; some of them were falling off. I asked Kristin, “Why in the hell do we have these drapes on the walls”? She said this was her style. I kept looking up at the ceiling thinking this was real because I can control everything in this lucid state. Then I woke up – crying.</p>
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