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14th September 2016

I was in a aeroplane. Many people were sitting in their seats. The seats were blue. It was time to eat and the food was brought. 
I stood up and walked towards the front. I was at the left part of the aeroplane. In front there were the better classes. I saw a stewardess who told 2 passengers that they were upgraded. I then watched into a screen and saw a turkish movie. 
Then the name of the Model Karolina Kurkova was a theme. She seemed to be on the plane too. I then turned around and was about to walk back to my seat. 

Associations:
I was once on a airplane to turkey. I just worked with movies at a movie Festival. Then I was in contact with a model agency. And Karolina/Caroline/Carolina are important names in my life.

I'm in a car sitting behind the driver, my boyfriend's mom. He is sitting in the passenger seat next to her. We come to a stop light, and are waiting for the light to change, when this man comes up to her window and shoves his arm in the car, I guess trying to get her purse or something. BF and mom are screaming to lock the doors, which I do, but she gets flustered and can't get it done. I roll down my window, lean out and ROAR in this man's face. He leaps back startled, eyes just huge. I get out of the car, and start pursuing him, still roaring at him. A crowd has gathered and is cheering me on, but he disappears before I can catch him.

When I turn around, we are now riding on a bus. I get on for the rest of the trip. We come to a house, and everyone gets off but me. I see a tote bag that belongs to me shoved behind a seat, and am confused about why it's there. Then I realize my purse is missing, and I must've dropped it when the man tried to get into our car.

I go into the house to find my boyfriend, but he is nowhere to be found. There are women in one room who seem familiar to me, but they haven't seen him. The next room has a group of unfamiliar men, and they haven't seen him either. I get a bad impression from the men, as if they're plotting something, and I may have disturbed them. I'm afraid for my safety, as I think they may have to "deal" with me.

Just realized this morning that I first stopped lurking for Project September. Has a whole year gone past already? And what a year for a lot of us, but especially you, Eagle.

You are the ultimate plate-spinner, and you do it all with grace and humor.

Thanks for keeping this going, the daily botruns, and occasionally letting us lunatics run the asylum when necessary. Without you, this wonderful place on the net wouldn't be here, and the world would be a much poorer place.

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Don't remember many details, I was in a huge house, wasn't mine, but was staying there. A cat I had years ago, my buddy, appeared. I knew he had died, and was pretty ecstatic that he was now alive.

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I am a man and am with a group of men. We are wearing very worn clothes, are hungry, no, starving, tired and many of us are sick. I am at the base of a rocky mountain hillside. The mountain in front of me has some bushes and trees but it is mostly a tall almost cliff like small mountain, lots of dirt, some boulders and rocks are jutting out of the side. They mountain curves to the right behind me. Between me and this mountain is a railroad track. The ground is dirt. Off to the right there is a gap between 2 mountains/hills where the tracks first appear. They travel along the base of the mountain and over to the left and continue following the contour of the mountain. I don't know how far down it goes and I can't see over the hills and peaks, even the small ones. We are in a "camp" of some sort. We have been there for a great deal of time but something has changed. We are no longer being held captive but we are isolated and can't leave either. It has the feeling of WW2 and a Holocaust camp however we are not wearing "striped pj's", there is no real barracks that I can see and I am aware that there is NO gas chamber present. I do not notice a fence in front of me or to the right, but the mountain would be a natural barrier. I do not see behind me too far, there may be one there.
It is fall or spring.
We are hoping someone will find us. We have been "left" and want to be rescued. Trains come by, but only on occasion. There hasn't been a train for some time. There hasn't been a train since "they" left us. If we see one, we will try to capture their attention and get help. In the distance the faint sound of a train clanking down the track can be heard. We gather by the tracks in front of the mountain and wait. A train slowly appears. IF we were healthy, we could run along beside it for some time, it is that slow. The cars are not enclosed. The men on the train appear to be workers of some sort perhaps miners. They have woolen jackets on and some have hats. They are sitting in train cars which remind me of a child's wagon, the ones that have wood boards on the sides and are open. They are tired and have some dirt smudges on their faces. I try to get their attention, waving my arms. We don't speak their language. I try pantomiming that we are hungry and need help. I worry they will think we are contagious with some illness. I use the few words I have learned of the language of this area but they don't really understand. Finally I try English thinking perhaps someone on the train understands it as a second language. There isn't much time left before the train will pass us by. Finally I hear an English response, it is brief and I am not sure what was said. It does provide hope however. The workers on the train seem to have a different look on there faces now, one of almost shock and purpose. They are at least aware of us now. There is hope.

Thoughts.
It reminded me or a work camp in WW2 Europe. I don't know why the men had not tried leaving on their own but I know that there was not a town nearby. They may not have had the energy to try to do so.

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I feel like the waning section is about me! I’m incredibly annoyed but free….and my situation is improving and believably fun with my babies.

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Series of dreams all with spirals.

In a parking garage driving around trying to find a parking spot.

Looking at a parking garage from a distance watching construction trucks drive down this broken, decaying, spiral ramp. Thinking someone is going to get hurt bad.

Walking up a spiral path in wet grass. I was barefoot, and with a group of people. We were all strung out in a single file line, walking and talking. My old boss was there, which was surprising to me but I figured we're all in this together. The higher up I got, the lighter and better I felt.