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Carl: The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night.
Emptyforce: my dreams are always about war and fighting, i never seem to learn anything from my dreams. Just kind of go to sleep expecting a battle.
Zigmund: Every dream reveals itself as a psychical structure which has a meaning and which can be inserted at an assignable point in the

participants will work out finer arrangements such as pick up /drop off points. Dreams create safety

Deleuzional: dude, with you facepalms don’t cut it. :p you’re an atheist.
Scheherezade: Last night I had a dream. I am five or six, I wake up to an intense beam of light in my window. I decide that it is a street light, though there are trees all around the house and no street lights anywhere. I turn over and go back to sleep. At 4:39 am, I wake up, the light is still there, I hear voices: laughing

Discussion Board: going into someone else’s dream
Lucid: As a lucid dreamer, I am able to enter the dreams of others or let others enter mine. I could not deliver scientific proof for that phenomenon. So what?
T(h)inker : Slip into somebody else’s dream and watch the world of a different colour.
Eugene: Perhaps, that’s what life is, a dream and a fear.
John: You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.
Carl: The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night.
Emptyforce: my dreams are always about

Discussion Board: going into someone else’s dream
Lucid: As a lucid dreamer, I am able to enter the dreams of others or let others enter mine. I could not deliver scientific proof for that phenomenon. So what?
T(h)inker : Slip into somebody else’s dream and watch the world of a different colour.
Eugene: Perhaps, that’s what life is, a dream and a fear.
John: You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.
Carl: The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night.
Emptyforce: my dreams are always about

Discussion Board: going into someone else’s dream
Lucid: As a lucid dreamer, I am able to enter the dreams of others or let others enter mine. I could not deliver scientific proof for that phenomenon. So what?
T(h)inker : Slip into somebody else’s dream and watch the world of a different colour.
Eugene: Perhaps, that’s what life is, a dream and a fear.
John: You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.
Carl: The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night.
Emptyforce: my dreams are always about

Every place you might think of

Every character you can imagine

A ending is not necessary

A simple, one-roomed apartment on the eighth-floor of a tower block building in Munich. It is furnished with the bare essentials and the walls are covered with shelves full of DVD cases and video cassettes. The central focus of the apartment is a large flat screen television in front of which is an old wingback chair left to him by his mother.

Felix is a pathetic figure. Completely isolated and overweight, he passes his time watching videos and eating. He has many wishes and dreams of a different life but does not have the strength to make any changes.

After a long odyssey through the apartment building he manages to find his way out. Now, untroubled, his spirit can soar away into eternity. He is happy once again.

The desire for revenge grows and grows in Felix. He digs his claws into his ex-wife and holds on tight, driving her to her death. They then soar away together.

Istanbul, India, Morocco, Crete

Lais
is a woman who wants to experience black, white, gray and all the possibilities life has to offer. She loves aubergines and has a passion for food and cooking. She is curvaceous and wellcoming, idle at times and energetic when her desires are aroused. Her totem is the elephant but she has a crescent moon tatoo carved at the small of her back. She owns a panther necklace that she always wears. She has the ability to dream the future, but can't control what she dreams of. She angers easily and is hot headed at times, yet she possesses a strategic mind. She adores children and money.

The sun was setting. She fell to the ground among her aubergines and her tomatoes. She could smell the freshly watered earth and feel the cool mud against her cheek. That's it, she thought. I always wanted to die like the "Godfather" and smiled to herself. Her blue eyes had long faded, yet the cheekiness never left from her penetrating stare. She had often been accused of being like ice by those who did not know her. Oh, I might as well shed my skin here she thought. The faces of her lovers paraded in front of her eyes. She had only cared for two. These two men, the aubergines, the colour purple, her panther necklace, Crete, her children and her art. Indulge me she said, my soul is ready...

It's not that this place is that weired, chaotic and difficult to get out, but that its such a fascinating and affecting site that you want to get out of it as much as you want to stay.

He is quite a bipolar person. On the one hand he rushes forward into every possible adventure, on the other hand he loses hope pretty fast, does not end what he started and feels as life is in vain.

Minsk is a egoistic but funny person. He does not care much about his appearence, and always expresses all his thoughts very precisely and in a direct way.

The two have shared quite a bit of their lifetime, but now it's time to part, as the two decide differently on their future. They will never see each other again.