As the sun was setting, I found myself in an ancient ruin. I was inside a small room where the light of the dim sun shone through painting my surroundings in a calm orange hue. Ivy grew over the sandstone walls, and weaved themselves in and out of the aged cracks. Directly in front of me was a large sliding stone door, and to my right a large stone
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You have some poewerful dreams.
I can't remember if I already mentioned it, but a great book is "Dreamgates" by Robert Moss. He takes a shamanic approach to dreams to explore the deeper meaning, as well as working on concious, or lucid dreams.
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