The Guardian for this wonderful Dream Session was Agatha Macbeth. The comments are by Agatha Macbeth.

Wol Euler: hello Fc, nice to see you again
Wol Euler: back in a minute, I'm making tea
FcSeeker Resident: Hello Wol; sorry I'm neither yet 'settled' down; just made these 'paintings'; need also to drop by to do stomething; brb

--BELL--

Korel Laloix: Osiyo
Korel Laloix: At work.. brb

So far everyone seems to be somewhere else!

Wol Euler: hello korel, hello bruce
Wol Euler: Fc is afk
Agatha Macbeth: Yay
Wol Euler: hello aggers, hello Tura
Bruce Mowbray: Heya, aggers, Wol, Kori, and Tura... (and Fc, afk).
FcSeeker Resident: Hello all :)*
Bruce Mowbray: Heya, Fc.
Bruce Mowbray: No Mick nor Eliza today?
Wol Euler: not yet
Korel Laloix: back.. but in and out.
Agatha Macbeth: Sounds interesting
Bruce Mowbray: such is life.
Wol Euler: there's a mick
Agatha Macbeth: Here's Micko
Bruce Mowbray: Heya, Mick!
Korel Laloix: Darn RL
Agatha Macbeth: How was hol Wol?
Wol Euler: pretty good, lots of great old buildings
Agatha Macbeth: Good to hear
Wol Euler: we drove past but didn'T stop in a pub that was built in 1472
Wol Euler: twenty years older than America :)
Agatha Macbeth: Open all hours eh
Bruce Mowbray: Heya, Mick.
Wol Euler: hello mick
Agatha Macbeth: Oh I think America was around long before that
Mickorod Renard: Hiya, howz everyone?
Wol Euler: tired
Agatha Macbeth polishes Mick's head
FcSeeker Resident: Hi Mick
Mickorod Renard: squeek
Wol Euler: just got in from work, made tea but haven't drunk any yet
Bruce Mowbray: Je suis bon.
Agatha Macbeth tickles FC's ears
Mickorod Renard: bien
Agatha Macbeth: Alors
FcSeeker Resident: *smiles*
FcSeeker Resident: *feels goood*
Mickorod Renard: :)
Mickorod Renard: thats great
Agatha Macbeth: Dreams anyone?
Mickorod Renard: Hi tura
Wol Euler: yes please
Mickorod Renard: I have about 3
Bruce Mowbray looks around for dreamers.
Agatha Macbeth: Woohoo
Bruce Mowbray: Yayyy!
Mickorod Renard: I had a wierd one last night
Agatha Macbeth: Bring on the Fench women
Wol Euler settles in to listen
Mickorod Renard: no sex tho :(
Bruce Mowbray also settles in.
Mickorod Renard: ok,,lets see if I can find it
Agatha Macbeth: Well can't have evrything
Mickorod Renard:its a lil big
FcSeeker Resident: Fc also settles in
Agatha Macbeth: They all say that
Bruce Mowbray: :)
Mickorod Renard: he he

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Dream of  friends club.

I write up this dream knowing that I have not yet the memory to complete yet if I don’t start it will be lost forever.

One thing I notice is how I start at the end and work back ..in stages. Sometimes I have doubt as to what was first but I still have to recollect before its gone..order can follow.

I had a visit, it was my old friend who I sometimes still see. He wanted to show me a grave, I forgot who's. He said he had gone there with Colin Mcrae (died in a helicoper accident 2007)...I thought of the rally driver..We walked some, varied streets and botanical pathways. I remember the place was Mediterranean and I see flashes of a map. I have seen the map before,it is not accurate in our world. The distances too are covered by visual views and they are covered by a short visual passage across the said terrain. Here the map showed Europe as mainly consisting of France. One travelled in a said direction say to visit one place or another but many countries were missed out making getting to one place or another very easy. Here The location was more Italian/south France and coastal. I said to my friend that he should have told me of the funeral because I had been living close by and I could have met up with him. It was evident that that was not so important at the time.
After some discourse we moved more into the 'what was going on now'

here he took me to his place. As I entered the room had seating all around, almost completing a circle. Seated was a fine collection of attractive young women, some were sitting doing sewing or such like activities passing time. I sat down and was aware of how warm and close they were and with no hang ups about age difference (there was some sexual interest going on but business of the dream pressed) I note this as I was surprised to see my own image portrayed as old..maybe as I should see myself now. There was a feeling that companionship was a prime mover for them and that perhaps they had suffered loss at some time, maybe widowed early.

My friend took me to one side and explained that there was a job I was needed for. It would take special powers to be able to see a set of numbers through a veil of obscurity. To regain the ability I had to enter a state previously drug induced. I was then able to see and experience myself running and leaping about with great dexterity and using my arms too as like a four legged being. It reminded me of when I was young and could run and leap almost to the point of flying.

The dream then became quite interesting. My friend showed me, by me becoming a casual observer, a plan I cannot completely make sense of. From his place, he had a secret passage that was in the form of a spiral stairs. The stairs led to a small security room. In the security room he tried to break into a sort of box that stood in the middle of the room. The box was square and had a steel frame partially encasing it. Through the gaps in the case one could partly see a row of numbers like on a combination lock. He tried to see all the numbers but couldn’t. The alarms were set off and we made our escape back down the secret spiral staircase. At the end of the stairs we were back again at his place but we didn’t stop, we went out the door faining supprise at the alarm and asked what was going on? It transpired that all the building was his, including the room and the safe box and it was all part of a casino/club what have you.

A member of staff informed my friend that someone had tried to get the box open. My friend then said that the accountant had better go up and open the box and reset the password number. This of course was a ploy to get the accountant to open the safe using the old number..thus I saw the large gem stone that sat it the safe...and also was able to see the accountant set the new number! After observing all of this activity I then entered another part of the dream.

I entered the casino by the main entrance. It reminded me quite a bit of Cunard cruise liners although the wood panelling was dark and high wall mirrors gave the appearance of expanse in what otherwise may have felt cramp t. The place was decadent and lavish. I didn’t observe any gaming tables but I felt they were present and that it was a casino,,and that it was my friends. I was being accompanied by my wife who was dressed in a long black ball gown. She had lost some weight.
I stalled for a while and held a thin strip of wood with a few squeezes of oil paint on it. I had a paint brush and tried to touch up a painting on the wall. The paint frustratingly wouldn’t transfer from my brush onto the painting and then I realized that it wasn’t a painting at all but a flat screen television. I became lost a little in the hilarity of it and made my way to my wife who was poised to enter the doorway to where we were to rendezvous with my friend. At the doorway she had been held up by waiters trying to find out what drink she wanted and they were oppressively offering all sorts of wines etc. Another wine person addressed me and offered me all sorts of fancy named wine and I pictured them nipping off into the back room and sticking on the labels to pretend expensive wine had been served. I was still laughing to myself re the painting episode and decided that my state of mind was in no state to take on board alcohol so I asked for a coke but their expression was so funny that I burst out laughing even more and woke myself up.   

Mickorod Renard

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Bruce Mowbray: ty, reads.
Mickorod Renard: I think thats everyone
Bruce Mowbray: [.... ahhh: more French stuff.... continues reading....]
Wol Euler: nice!
Mickorod Renard: :)
Wol Euler: was your friend setting you up to rob the place?
Wol Euler: an inside job?
Mickorod Renard: looks like he wanted me to give him the number yes
Wol Euler nods.

--BELL--

Bruce Mowbray wonders if Mick can view the new TV series "Limitless" -- that just starte3d this week in America.
Mickorod Renard: no? is it good?
Mickorod Renard: not heard of that one
Agatha Macbeth: Painting a telly, that's novel
Bruce Mowbray: Don't know yet. I've just watched one episode, but it seems clever -- about a guy (as in the dream) offered a pill to enhance powers of observation.)
Mickorod Renard: I was interested in remote viewing many years ago
Bruce Mowbray nods.
Mickorod Renard: ahh ok,,thats a good plot..I wrote a story once on the lines of that
Bruce Mowbray nods.
Mickorod Renard: but it was odd for me,,this dream,,in that i cant see any reason for it
Mickorod Renard: but, the other week I had a dream of opening a safe too
Wol Euler: aha!
Agatha Macbeth: Oho
Mickorod Renard: btw, I am sorry if its not written well..it was just jotted up from memory
Bruce Mowbray: Something "locked" inside: authenticity?
Mickorod Renard: I have no idea
Bruce Mowbray ponders changing of wine labels, etc.
Mickorod Renard: yes, that was very.....of me
Bruce Mowbray: ... touching up painting on the wall....
Agatha Macbeth: At least you didn't kill anyone this time
Mickorod Renard: he he
FcSeeker Resident: ....may I ask something ?
Bruce Mowbray: please do, Fc.
Agatha Macbeth: Please do
Agatha Macbeth: Snap
Bruce Mowbray: :)
Mickorod Renard: yes, thats a good point Bruce,,there was a few things in there that were about not authentic
Bruce Mowbray listens to Fc.
Mickorod Renard: go for it fc
FcSeeker Resident: well....have U killed somebody in some other dream ?
Mickorod Renard: yes
Bruce Mowbray: oh yes, and he's had sex with nuns, too.
Agatha Macbeth: Own up Mick
Wol Euler listens.
Mickorod Renard: he he
Bruce Mowbray keenly listens.
Mickorod Renard: that nun one was wierd
Bruce Mowbray: (in France, of course).
FcSeeker Resident: for that You should then be mmore than happy, cuz that means, that you have been able to somebody kill in one's self something that was urgent to 'let go'
Mickorod Renard: yes true
Agatha Macbeth: Mais oui
Mickorod Renard: I like that FC
Bruce Mowbray ponders "letting go"
Mickorod Renard: thankyou
Agatha Macbeth: Dropping by homicide?
Mickorod Renard: I have seen that many of my dreams are about letting go
Mickorod Renard: and I can almost relate to that with the killing one
Agatha Macbeth: Nine second murder maybe
Bruce Mowbray: Yes, it seems to be a major "life lesson."
FcSeeker Resident: such are sure good things
Bruce Mowbray: What do you make of the locked safe, Mick?
Mickorod Renard: I had presumed the killing one was about choices..and that sometimes ruthlessness is better than complacency
FcSeeker Resident: well...sorry, couldn't help myself to speak....I was in live broadcastings for 6 years helping people to understand their dreams....
FcSeeker Resident: and ppl learned a lot
Bruce Mowbray: np, Fc.
Agatha Macbeth nods
Mickorod Renard: that was a great point Fc and I am grateful
Agatha Macbeth grins
Mickorod Renard: locked safe,,well,,I am unsure..maybe its about fresh discoveries
Wol Euler nods.
FcSeeker Resident: ...I specially tried to help ppl to understand them nightmares....
Mickorod Renard: from a more mature outlook
FcSeeker Resident: U are so right Mick :)
Mickorod Renard: like when you look at something after a long time,,it often looks diferent
Agatha Macbeth: Mm
Mickorod Renard: I could if you like,,let you have the other one with the locked safe?
FcSeeker Resident: and there's so much such information that cannot 'come out' but on truly right time
Bruce Mowbray: There is a gen stone in the safe --- and something about a password that gets changed.....???
Bruce Mowbray: gem*
Mickorod Renard: yes, its a bit dis attached,,the plot,,but its how it was presented in my head
Mickorod Renard: but there was a gem
Mickorod Renard: it was big
Bruce Mowbray nods, listens.
Mickorod Renard: and to get at it one needed the secret combination number
Arisia Vita: 's current display-name is "Ari".
Arisia Vita: greetings all
Agatha Macbeth: Ari :)
Agatha Macbeth: Poke
Bruce Mowbray: Ari!
Mickorod Renard: in the other dream I had,,it was more about not so much getting in,,,but getting what was in out
Bruce Mowbray: (please don't sit on Fc, Ari).
Wol Euler: hello ari
Agatha Macbeth: How cute, Fc is on your lap
Agatha Macbeth: Aww
Bruce Mowbray: Oh, now I see, np.
Mickorod Renard: Hi Ari
Arisia Vita: I sit with Fc in my arms :)
Bruce Mowbray nods, and has a whole new perspective.
Agatha Macbeth: A cute twosome
Mickorod Renard: would you like the other safe dream?
Bruce Mowbray: Sure, why not?
Agatha Macbeth: As opposed to the dangerous one?
Mickorod Renard: ok..hold on
Bruce Mowbray: ha ha.

--BELL--

Bruce Mowbray holds on.
Bruce Mowbray: ty.

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Dream of masonic room.

A huge night of dreaming but most all forgotten now.

I recall lots of driving around new fly over road systems in my old home town/city. I knew this city like the back of my hand..it was my job. Now I was driving on a road system I was not familiar with. I kept driving at speed to keep up with the traffic and then missing my turn off. Missing the turn then necessitated driving a distance to come off and loop over or under to then return in the opposite direction and see where I wanted to go on the other side of the road. This in turn needed to come off again and loop around..It was all very monotonous.

Eventually I made it to where I wanted to go but on exiting my vehicle I found I was in a ran down built up housing estate. It had been new when I had known it..now it was dirty and shoddy. It was also damp and misty. I followed a path on foot watching out for uneven pavement slabs. At last I entered a building..I think a commercial centre with a cinema. I was meeting friends from my past and I had some discourse with them.

The scene changed but I was still tenuously attached to the scene in the complex near the cinema entrance with my friends. I was now visually experiencing something else but narrating it to my friends as I went through the process.

I explained that I remembered working around this area before computers and weird mod cons. I described how my department ran a sort of big brother set up with details of everyone in the city on big ledgers (big books with hand written notes in then). These in turn were copied and kept on microfiche in underground nuke proof shelters. The details kept also had secret marks that meant things that only certain people knew, like masonic symbols. I related how things were done by real people actually visiting something and looking at it rather than by CCTV and satellite surveillance.

I walked down a street, it had brick walls and buildings and they were covered in black soot stains as it was back then. Puddles lay in the gutters due to blocked drains and cigarette ends were in abundance. After walking under a dirty railway bridge I approached a red brick building set into the wall directly onto the pavement(walkway). It looked like an old chapel,maybe Wesleyan in style. There was a single door gateway that was locked let into the wall that accessed a yard next to it. I walked a little way back towards the rail bridge and pressed a brick in the wall. Then returning to the gate I found that it now opened. I entered and then making another alteration to the brickwork I was then able to access the building. Inside the building it was furnished very warmly in reds and oranges and black. Deep leather seats and lovely solid wood tables. It wasn’t big, maybe 5mtr x 10mtr. On the wall was a picture of an army officer but then I saw it was more like masonic regalia than military. All the time this was being related as it was happening to my friends outside the cinema who listened intently to the nostalgic memory. I opened a safe door set in the wall of this room and took out something. I recall that whatever it was it was my job to check it was there..whatever it was. I was then to put it back, close it up and leave but it was too fascinating for me. I related to my friends that every time I visited it I would try and leave something else in the safe and take the item that was there but that it wouldn’t let me. I had, on each visit a limited allowed time in the place and I tied to work out at least one method to try and outwit the security to take the item in the safe. I never did manage it both in the dream or in the past of the dream.

Thats all I can recall

Mickorod Renard

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Mickorod Renard: has anyone not got that one?
Bruce Mowbray: I have it, ty.
Agatha Macbeth: Reading
Wol Euler: I didnt
Mickorod Renard: sorry wol, have you now?
Wol Euler: yes thanks
Mickorod Renard: gerat
Mickorod Renard: btw..you have to either set fire or eat this one once read
Agatha Macbeth: Sounds like you were playing a game or something
Bruce Mowbray nods, agrees with aggers -- a trading game.
Mickorod Renard: yes, the only bit that was wierd for me was the safe
Bruce Mowbray: switching the contents of the safe....?
Agatha Macbeth: You don't remember what was inside?
Mickorod Renard: I opened a safe door set in the wall of this room and took out something. I recall that whatever it was it was my job to check it was there..whatever it was. I was then to put it back, close it up and leave but it was too fascinating for me. I related to my friends that every time I visited it I would try and leave something else in the safe and take the item that was there but that it wouldn’t let me.
Agatha Macbeth: Odd that it was facinating but you can't remember it :p
Mickorod Renard: I dont no
Mickorod Renard: there must have been no point to what was inside
Agatha Macbeth: A valuable nothing
Bruce Mowbray ponders layers of secrecy
Mickorod Renard: the riddle is in the trying to get out something without letting on
Bruce Mowbray: having to push a brick in the wall to open a gate, etc.
Agatha Macbeth: That's what I meant by a game
Mickorod Renard: ah yes
Agatha Macbeth: Lara Croft was here
Bruce Mowbray nods, again, agrees with aggers.
Bruce Mowbray: or perhaps a puzzle, maze, etc.
Mickorod Renard: well..i suppose my job at that time was a game
FcSeeker Resident: ....well....the knowledge in our spirit is always so big/great/much, that we cannot but feel such huge things we'de feel much like 'need' to know......
Bruce Mowbray: Any significance to "games" in dreams, Fc?
Bruce Mowbray: ooops, you beat me to it.
FcSeeker Resident: I am so sorry, but this word 'significance' is not in my knowing....
Mickorod Renard: yes Fc..a bit like trying to understand reality
Agatha Macbeth: Meaning Fc
Mickorod Renard: maybe relavence
Bruce Mowbray: importance of... = significance.
Bruce Mowbray: or relevance of...
FcSeeker Resident: ah; thank you
Bruce Mowbray: you're welcome :)
FcSeeker Resident: well....there is so much important, that we can onlly feel''''cuz human brain ARE so limited....

Just what I'm always saying!

Bruce Mowbray: a "signifier" points to comething.
Bruce Mowbray: something*
Mickorod Renard: but funny I should have 2 dreams with safe's
Mickorod Renard: or secrets /locked up things
Arisia Vita: A bit beyond perception's reach I sometimes believe I see that life is two locked boxes each containing the others key. - Piet Hein
Mickorod Renard: maybe I am trying to unlock another door of understanding?
Mickorod Renard: interesting Ari
Agatha Macbeth: Doors of perception again
Arisia Vita: credit Pema
Bruce Mowbray: wow, fascinating.
FcSeeker Resident: ...that's how I think....that each one has one's own existence; that is spirit.....that it cannot be changed or it's knowledge...or anythiing else....that the most urgent treasure we have, is the spirit....but yes; only a drop of the knowledge there is possible to get to thoughts.....
Agatha Macbeth wonders if Wollie fell asleep
Wol Euler: nope
Agatha Macbeth: Yay
Wol Euler: listening
Bruce Mowbray: :)
Mickorod Renard: wolli sounds very exhausted
Wol Euler: that too, yes
Wol Euler: it was a hard day
FcSeeker Resident: ....ahhh....cannot help myself to add; LOVE we can let to rise from it FULLY *******
Agatha Macbeth: More lagged in RL than SL
Wol Euler chuckles.
Mickorod Renard: can you say more Fc
Bruce Mowbray: any significance to the Masonic regalia, Mick?
Bruce Mowbray: or Fc?
Mickorod Renard: I suppose 'love' frees up

--BELL--

Mickorod Renard: I never was in the masons
FcSeeker Resident: ...well....with love....we mostly find also the needed infromation....to ourself....to help others......like 'an other door'.....
Agatha Macbeth: Don't they wear aprons?
Bruce Mowbray: aprons and rings.
Mickorod Renard: but i did work within the symbolic messages in my work
Agatha Macbeth nods
Bruce Mowbray: and sometimes hats.
Agatha Macbeth nods
Bruce Mowbray: https://www.google.com/search?q=maso...h=744&dpr=1.25
Mickorod Renard: I wonder sometimes..if one could operate fully n just love, then wouldnt that just get rid of so many problems
FcSeeker Resident: ....my spose is mason.....he's got the apron.....it's to set on his face when he's went to the coffin......
Agatha Macbeth smiles
Bruce Mowbray: https://www.google.com/search?q=maso...w=1477&bih=744
FcSeeker Resident: ...dear Mick.....I claim, that I am a living proove of the upstairs office to exist.....but yes: LOVE
Mickorod Renard: he he
Agatha Macbeth: ♥
Bruce Mowbray: https://www.google.com/search?safe=o...42.gL749u1dSsg
Bruce Mowbray: ♥ ♥ ♥
Mickorod Renard: I sense it,,but walking that path is so dificult
FcSeeker Resident: is that have kept me to chooce to ask and listen to all the time, and that has helped me up of soooooo many troubles for decades.....
Agatha Macbeth: Yayy
Mickorod Renard: the symbols i needed to heed were simple,,but just symbols of certain people to be wary of
Agatha Macbeth: Skull and crossbones? :p
Mickorod Renard: he he ,,that was my symbol
Bruce Mowbray: Yikes!
FcSeeker Resident: ahhh...could You MIck then tell me, why I like sculls ????
Agatha Macbeth: Another masonic association
Mickorod Renard: i have no idea Fc
FcSeeker Resident: ...just feeling, that it is a sybol to something else also than death....
Mickorod Renard: it most likely is, but most often it is just to scare people
FcSeeker Resident: ---oh----
Mickorod Renard: well,,there you have my dreams
Agatha Macbeth: Heads were important to Celts
Mickorod Renard: i wonder where Eliza is?
FcSeeker Resident: aha *
Agatha Macbeth: Probably chaing George around
Wol Euler: making films
Bruce Mowbray: :)
Agatha Macbeth: shasing*
Agatha Macbeth: My god
Agatha Macbeth: CHASING*
Mickorod Renard: the scull and crossbones was symbolic of the knights templars
Agatha Macbeth: Is it my eyes or me fingers that are going?
Agatha Macbeth: Yes it was Mick
Bruce Mowbray: "Where's George?" - - - - an internet things about tracing one dollar American currency.
Agatha Macbeth: Not dogs tho
FcSeeker Resident: dear Micrko; THAT IS I TOUCH DOWN ***********
Mickorod Renard: :)
Bruce Mowbray: http://www.wheresgeorge.com/
Agatha Macbeth holds up two arms in the air
Agatha Macbeth: 'Flag on the play'
FcSeeker Resident: Thank you; that's what my mind has searched; it 'clicked' straigtly to my heart/chest *
Agatha Macbeth smiles @ Fc
Agatha Macbeth: ♥♥♥
FcSeeker Resident: OHH BOYYY
FcSeeker Resident: thank U Agatha also :)****
Bruce Mowbray: ♥♥♥
Agatha Macbeth: YW
Mickorod Renard: thank you everyone..for your input tonite
Agatha Macbeth: And thank you Mick
Bruce Mowbray: TY for sharing, Mick.
FcSeeker Resident: ***
Wol Euler nods.
Wol Euler: thank you
Bruce Mowbray: Rest well, Wol.
Agatha Macbeth: Without you this wouldn't be possible ;-)
Wol Euler: Fc, would you like to say something about these images?
Mickorod Renard: quite interesting to pull things out from what looked like nothing

Fc's bamboo pics

FcSeeker Resident: ah...it would be proper now ?
Mickorod Renard: bye Wol
Agatha Macbeth: Please Fc
Arisia Vita: yes, please
Bruce Mowbray listens.
Mickorod Renard: yes please
Wol Euler is not going anywhere yet.
Mickorod Renard: he he ..sorry
FcSeeker Resident: ahhh yes; they are lucky bamboo ***<3<3<3***
Agatha Macbeth glues Wol to the cushion
FcSeeker Resident: I had nothing of such before lsat winter, and what I had seen, was completely withoug leaves....
FcSeeker Resident: but there was a tag in each I bought; gave to mamy friends
FcSeeker Resident: untill there was only two left
Bruce Mowbray: Ahhh! Fc is referring to the three pictures behind him....
FcSeeker Resident: suddenly they started to 'bloom'.......

--BELL--

Bruce Mowbray: :)
Agatha Macbeth: I wondered what they were!
Bruce Mowbray: Byr for now, good people.
Arisia Vita: see you later Bruce
FcSeeker Resident: the tag within said; lucky bamboo gives luck differently to each one....and 'today' I think, that lucky bamboo may tell of owner's life....the on in red is my sppuse's, and he's got much luck also this year.....
Agatha Macbeth: Bye Brucie, scrape well
Mickorod Renard: bye Bruce, nice t c ya
Wol Euler: bye bruce, take care
FcSeeker Resident: just wanted to share, if somebody knows more of this kind of bamboos....
FcSeeker Resident: by Bruce...
Arisia Vita hopes he's not in the way...
Agatha Macbeth: Well that's wonderful
Mickorod Renard: it is
Agatha Macbeth: (Camming round you Ari)
Wol Euler: I'd see these twisty bamboos before and never knew hwat they were
FcSeeker Resident: as it also started to get stronger of it's body, and mine got fatter.....I hope that shall 'speak' of something good for me too :)****
Agatha Macbeth nods
Agatha Macbeth: Panda yum yum
Mickorod Renard: :)
Arisia Vita: the twists remind me of the plant searching for the light....as we search for love
Agatha Macbeth: Yes very spirally
FcSeeker Resident: as yes....bamboo has always been a very specail plant to me; also in RL.....much good motions ....
Mickorod Renard: thats a lovley way of looking at it Ari
FcSeeker Resident: indeed; thank You Ari
Wol Euler nods.
Agatha Macbeth: Trust our Ari
FcSeeker Resident: (got to eat bamboo truly in RL just couple of years back in USA)
Agatha Macbeth: A true panda then :)
Arisia Vita: yes, pandas love bamboo
Mickorod Renard: now then, I have to go,,I have loads to sort out,,and very soon i should have a new baby too
FcSeeker Resident: little panda loves bamboo sooo much, and now they eve are giving SOOO special experience
Agatha Macbeth: At your age Mick?
Arisia Vita: bye Mick, and thank you
Mickorod Renard: its never too late
Wol Euler: heheh
Agatha Macbeth: TC Micko
Wol Euler: congrats and good luck, then!
Mickorod Renard: bye bye everyone
Mickorod Renard: take care
Mickorod Renard: x
FcSeeker Resident: Happiness ***
Wol Euler: I too should move on, I'
Agatha Macbeth: Mmmm
Wol Euler: I'm so tired
Agatha Macbeth: Aww
Arisia Vita: rest well Wol
Wol Euler: goodnight all, thank you Fc and Mick
Agatha Macbeth: Sschlaf gut Wollie
Wol Euler: bye! <3
Korel Laloix: ciao
Agatha Macbeth: -s
Arisia Vita: it's been great being with you all
Wol Euler: danke dir!
Arisia Vita: rl calls me too
FcSeeker Resident: ah yes....me too; thank You all
Arisia Vita: thank you for letting me sit with you Fc
Agatha Macbeth: Hehe
Agatha Macbeth: You lot are so wonderful
Arisia Vita: see you all again soon
Korel Laloix: Take care all'
Agatha Macbeth: BFN
Arisia Vita: *hugs*
Agatha Macbeth: Hugz
FcSeeker Resident: Hugs and Hearts *
Tura Brezoianu: bye all
Agatha Macbeth: Hearts too
Agatha Macbeth: Bye Tura
Agatha Macbeth: And K too if you're here