Lucid-schizo-dreamer

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) An incredible coincidence happens in Riverstone's life, which makes him aware of a mistake he was about to make and puts him on a path that is extremely favourable to him. He makes a comment like he is thankful for the path correction but wondering how many sentient beings will suffer in consequence. I don't understand wht he means and he explains his view that karma balance is in pyramidal hierarchy. The more merits you accumulate the better karma you have but the universe has to balance it by distributing equal ammount of bad karma to those with no merits. "I find that hard to accept. Is karma like entrophy? So what happens when you accumulate endless merits and you tend towards budhahood? The rest of the world plunges into darkness, so you can get enlightened. And then what? Big bang happens?" He just points out that I should see how the beings who are close to enlightnement, magically don't need to worry anymore about providing for themselves, there's always people attending to their needs and that gives them more freedom to meditate and pursue liberation, like in a positive feedback loop.(...)

(...) A lost man appears at my front door, asking for a place to spend the night. I let him in, he seems harmless. But later on I think he kidnaps me, because there's a gap in my memory and I end up at some place where they seem to be making experiments with humans andhibridation with something else. I watch a baby being born and starting to talk soon after and growing up in one day the equivalent to at least 5 years.
I wake up and start writing down this dream, just to realize I'm still dreaming.
Next thing I am trying to escape this place, it's a complex labyrinthic building. They don't lock me up, they just keep me in some living area where others like me are kept to do a seemingly normal life until whatever.
I find Zilla and some other girl I know among them. I tell them I found a small hatch under some stairs in a discrete place where few people go and invite them to try to escape with me through there. They accept to take a peak. I go inside and find a tunnel that opens up like a funnel and seems like a promising getaway route. But when it's their turn, someone else passes by and they just run away. I decide to go alone and see where it leads.
I find myself in a different area, where other people are confined, most of them of african descent. I am welcomed by a group of Angolans and one big lady shows surprise when I tell her my name. She says she has a notebook, where she rights down information she gets in her dreams and that recently she dreamt of a girl with my name. I get half lucid, not entirely aware I'm dreaming, but very much focused and I can clearly read from her notebook and even when I look at different times, the information on it does not change.
She shows me the page and it adds up. She wrote my name, my approx. weight in kgs (60), my height in feet (5.4) - and I just had to check online how much that is in meters, cause I use metric system - my day and month of birth and... the date of my death! I was shocked, because it is 14 June 2014. I turn to her "That's just a little more than a couple of months away! It can't be!". She says " I don't make the rules, I just get the information". "So, I do I die?". And she touches me and I have a vision of an accident, some heavy metal piece falling from a scaffold over my head. There is only one thing that does not add up, the year of birth: she wrote 1964 and that is more than 15 years before I was born. I tell her that maybe it's not me, but someone else with my name and older than me. She says, her visions are not always 100% spot on and some numbers might get confused, but if every other number is right, there's good chance it is me.
So, obviously, I'll avoid any construction site and scaffolds around that day!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


23:20 GMT - Sleep

Continuation of my day
I had some dream that was prolongation of my day. I had been with some Buddhist friends, doing some practices and then we had a dinner party. So I dreamt about it with some dream twists on it.

2:39 GMT

A very bad after party
I am at some people’s house along with some others – I guess the dinner party from the dream before continued – and we have to sleep over. Unfortunately I am told I have to sleep in the kitchen floor over some blanket. If that wasn’t bad enough, the floor is inundated and I think to myself they must be crazy. So I leave the kitchen and guess what, I find a room with small beds, maybe of kids. Not the most comfy either, but better than a wet floor, so I lay down there, a bit upset that the house owners didn’t offer me that option. A friend of mine (G.T.) enters the room, also looking for a place to crash and I manage a way for him to also sleep there – I find some extra mattress or something. I think we had no blankets to cover and that we felt cold all night.

Meeting a friend at some show
I just have this image that I arrived at a place with long continuous concrete seats in rows and that I sat in a row behind this group of people, which then I realised was my friend R. and her family. I think we were watching some show.

Waiting for an earthquake
I was on my way home with my boyfriend and when we were right in front of our apartment building we got some warning that an earthquake was about to shake the ground. I think it was some sort of intuition, because other people were just doing their normal life. I asked him not to go inside, that we should look for an open space, so we went to the middle of some square, far away from the buildings around and we waited.

Ladies’ showers
I am at the shower at some public pool or gymnasium. Many ladies and girls are taking shower, dressing, etc, when an old guy comes in looking distracted and tries to cross it to the exit. The ladies react very calmly but fast and put the guy out. They comment they are sick and tired of guys excusing themselves, saying they mistook the men shower for the women’s. There’s just too many “accidents” happening to be fortuitous.

Really old digital clock
I am at my deceased grandma’s home, in the living room, waiting for something and watching TV. I get bored and look at the nearby desk. I spot this really old digital clock. Probably one of the firsts, but were there digital clocks already on my grandparents time? I don’t think so! Still, this one really looks old. It has some old label saying 30 EUR (almost illegible), which is even more bizarre, considering that the euro is around only since 1999.

5:29 GMT

The red hair boy that travels in time
I would like to remember more of this one. I can only remember from when the action was already in the middle. There was this young boy, maybe 10 years old, red hair, who was being accused of murder in a past life. There was this kind of karmic court where he was being summoned for trial but he was totally absolutely convinced that he was innocent. So he gathered a team and planned an expedition to the past. He somehow travelled back in time, looking for himself in a past life. He managed to find that he couldn’t have possibly have committed the murder he was accused of. On this village where his past rebirth lived, he was told he had been away on the mountains and didn’t come back and people worried. He then went to the mountain looking for “himself”. He found “himself” frozen in an ice block, under piles of snow – he looked exactly the same as he looked: around 10 years old and red hair. It had happened recently, so he was like dormant but not yet “irreparable”. As in the future there was the technical means to unfreeze and relive the boy, the future-boy took the past-boy with him. He managed to save him and took him to the court, along with all the evidences that this boy was dead at 10 years old if he hadn’t save him, therefore he couldn’t possibly have committed the crime as an adult.
Some judges agreed but others were not so sure. After all, there he was, alive, right? What would stop him to go back to the past and kill someone? So the proof of innocence was also the murder weapon. Tricky.

Deported Russian lady
Also in a court. This time there is a Russian lady, called Tania, being trialled. I am one of her friends watching the trial. She risks deportation. On some other day – the day of the judge decision – I’m not there and two other friends come to tell me the news. They are crying and I also shed some tears. We then decide to go meet this one other friend of us to also tell her.

Expensive outlet
I am with some lady friends in this clothes shop. It looks a bit like a gipsy market but all the clothes are damn expensive designer clothes. Still, they are supposed to be on sale. I pick this very tiny skirt in a very thin fabric and I tell my friends: “In the real gipsy market this would cost me less than 5 EUR”. Then I check the price tag and it says 75 EUR. I say out loud that it’s really absurd and some lady by my side says “No, it’s not. It’s not the fabric that counts, what counts is that it is designer’s clothes.” OK, ok, go on with your shopping, I can’t even find anything that actually looks good.
Then I find this corner where they serve coffee and cookies. I wonder if a cookie costs 100 EUR and decide to just eat this cookie I brought along with me. Then this guy appears out of nowhere and I throw a bunch of cookies on the floor. Luckily these cookies were wrapped up in plastic, so I just picked them up and put them back on the table. Meanwhile I am still chewing my own cookie and this guy starts accusing me of having eaten one of the cookies. I said no, I didn’t. But he kept insisting I had eaten of the cookies and had to pay it. He made it look like a big crime. I had to pull all my tricks, until I found the package of my own cookie to prove its origin. Then he backed off. Then for curiosity I asked how much the cookies cost and he said 50 cents and he laughed at me. He was just mocking me all along.

Stealing on a hardware store
I am in a hardware shop and for some reason I am determined in stealing something. I know I don’t need it, that it’s not cleptomania and I also don’t wanna be caught – so maybe a bet I made with someone?
I look around really looking for something and so far the best I think of is a tube of super-glue. Really? Then I see this supports for pictures on the wall and I remember I actually need some,so I start comparing models. I even call my boyfriend asking for his opinion. In the end I just give up and don’t steal anything at all.


8:00 GMT – Wake up