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Last night, I realized something is going on. I started to rock on my bed. Just my dream body, ofc. The swing (or should I say it was motion from left side of the bed to the right side and back and forth, flat on the mattress) was getting wider and wider, and I picked up a nice momentum, when movement continued by itself. next thing I know I'm standing next to my bed, not in this room, but my childhood room, I think.

Don't remember how I got outside. But I'm standing on a rooftop of a skyscraper in a super modern city. I'm looking down and all around, no fear of height at all. I decide to climb up to the top of the tallest building. So i go through buildings, on the sidewalk. There are some new police recruits practicing climbing on the rope and doing some police actions. I get to the top, there are few more steps I need to take to stand on the highest point. The sun is setting and it's beautiful, I feel quite accomplished.


Few nights ago.
All I remember now is that I was in Iran.

Another night I was in Iceland. We landed there on our way from Europe to the west. Walking around the airport, stores, luggage, my brother, food...

EDIT
I just remembered this cool part about the lucid.
As I'm standing on the roof of this huge skyscraper, among other people milling around, there is a family with 2 year old boy. Sun suddenly shines through the clouds and everybody is so surprised and happy. I realize that in this future, there is no sun. Little boy gets down to the ground and is rolling around so happy to see the sun. I feel it's warmth on me.

I was awake. then closed my eyes and then I imagined that I am near the gate of on the subways in tehran <4rah'e Veliasr> Then My imagination became true (WILD) and I went to dream in there. Then It was lucid. I entered to Subway station and then after a while I was in a train station with 2 beautiful girls. I took their hand and I walked. then I looked my back. There was a witch that was chasing us. I afraid and flied with 2 girls and near there I descend in a farm land. I imagined that this land be my mind and start to grow increase some Mind Development Material in it.

12.4.15

Last night had night off. Slept till 3am. Then was up and slept from 1pm-9:30pm.

I talked to my subC while falling asleep, thanking for my dreams and asking for more. I got 3 very detailed dreams.

1. This was the first one so don't recall much.

I just got to the top of some tall hill with bunch of other people. It's at night and we are sitting down to rest. I pick a spot near a low stone wall on the edge of the mountain.

I see a garage door. The top part has small decorative "windows". They turn one by one and I see some very old carved heads of some missiles. By old I mean from 9th century or so. Red lights on some electronic panel underneath each missile is starting to blink and change as the missiles are charging, ready to be fired. I'm impressed, but not surprised. Also glad that it will help us defend that location.

2. I am by the shoreline. Not the ocean, but more like some cove with high rough, volcanic looking walls. There is a house in the corner. It looks like a vertical tube made out of glass. It has glass walls and ceilings. The owner had to make it this way, because not enough horizontal space, only vertical. He is showing me each story. One is a swimming pool. Another is an aquarium. One has a bedroom. 2-3 are just a pool with maybe a fountain in the middle. Everything is glass and water, so if you look down from your bedroom, you see all the pools and aqarium underneath. The sign on the house says it's on the market for 50 million.

3. I am in Iran. By myself. Walking on a beach, under some natural bridge in the sandstone. It's shady there and I realize that's why locals like that spot. Not too hot. But I want to collect some sea shells so I walk on. There is lots of women in black burquas and bare feet. I don't see any seashell there. I know that place gets lots of foot traffic so they were proly already all picked up.

I decide to pull out my camera and take pictures of everything. I'm kinda worried if they will catch me and delete all my pictures. Maybe I should put a new memory card in, so if they do, I don't lose all previous pictures.

I look at the camera and it has a sticker on the objective. As I look through the view finder, I see the view blocked off, but there is still a small ring on the edges of it and I think it would be interesting to be taking pictures like that.

I see something in the water that's not an ocean. It's more like a small river heading for the ocean just a few yards away. The thing looks like much brighter water that is tropical blue while rest of the water is dark. I aim my camera to take a picture.

Now I am on some kind of a boat. As I come closer, I see that the thing in the water is a body of a man turning with the currents. His arms are tied in front of him with dark blue cloth. As the boat continues, there is bodies everywhere. I count at least 20. All have hands tied and I realize they were executed by the government. People on the shore are spitting at them. I'm waiting for a loogie to land on me too, but they have a good aim.

Going on a open top cart. Some girls on it I think will be unfriendly to me, but one of them tells me I should have some kind of a tour guide book with me, so the police will believe me that's why I'm there. I see they all have a few books and leaflets in front of them. One girl gives me one of her books and I start looking at it when a female police officer comes to us. I know how strict police in Iran can be and I expect to be interrogated, but as I say good morning to her in english, she just lets us drive by. It's also important that we have someone who can translate from english for them, so I agreed I will do that for the group.

The female police officer turns to us and shouts something to one of the girls. Something about her name Anna-Marie, if it is in the dokuments as well.

Change of scenery and now I'm at some historic site. Inside of something like a cave that was unearthed. Bunch of stone artifacts are on display tables. Curators or guides are there to show us. We can touch the artifacts. Most common are some small shiny, brown and black pebbles. Mostly elongated pieces, smaller than one inch. I'm finding them on the tables, floors...

I'm going in some hallway. On the left are jail cells with metal bars and no doors. It's suppose to be a museum, but I think they have prisoners there. I get to one cell and I collect some of those stones from the floor. They are suppose to be important and help with something.

As we get back, I'm looking at more stones on the exhibit tables. There is a box of broken crystal. One visitor takes 2 pieces and puts them together. They fit. Then he adds 2 more fragments and now the crystal ball is complete. It's not see through and not round. More of a square and carved like crystal bowls or similar.

I look inside and there are people walking around in there and having a life. I look deeper and it's like a whole universe in there.

after mrpriority mentioned in chat that he never been anything but human, I rememebered another dream:

[17:19] <@gab> I morphed into an animal last night
[17:19] <@gab> first time ever
[17:19] <@gab> ginsan will be proud
[17:19] <@gab> proud pappa
[17:20] <@Mismagius^^> Oh nice!
[17:20] <@gab> bald eagle
[17:20] <@Mismagius^^> Oooh, good choice
[17:20] <@gab> was cool
[17:20] <@Mismagius^^> You fly?
[17:21] <@gab> yeah, we were talking with ginsan the other night
[17:21] <@gab> and he mentioned he loves birds
[17:21] <@gab> especially predators, and showed me some videos of bald eagles
[17:21] <@gab> I guess I wasn't watching alone
[17:21] <@gab> yeah I flew
[17:21] <@Mismagius^^> Awesome~
[17:22] <@gab> I remember leaning forward and my arms morphing into wings
[17:23] <@gab> and this wasn't even lucid, or I don't think it was, but I was thinking that I should try morphing, picked a bald eagle and after I thought I gotta tell ginsan

Someone in my dream was annoying me. I know he/she is someone in sport Stadium in Tehran. People in my dream thought he/she is a friend of mine that has psychological illness. But he/she wasn't. He/she just was a bad guy who I want to make revenge. So I decided to go there by metro (subway). When I went to subway I saw something very interesting. All the metro passengers were my friends. But we didn't talk together a word. It was interesting I mixed up although I have gone to stadium by metro many times... So I asked subway assistant. He was very kind to me. “If you want to take your friend to psychologist you should go hard to hard”, He said. I don’t know what his mean was. I don’t know what the meaning of “hard to hard” is! In this time I saw a friend of mine (name: Hemmat) in a room in subway eating watermelon…
I remember a sentence in my dream that said: “foolish people are psychological ill that can’t be cure.”

I do this by WILD technique.
At first of dream I was at one city at "Fars" state in Iran. called "Fasa". I was near a football stadium named "Zolghadr" Football stadium "ذولقدر". So I went to stadium. I was alone. I had a ball. So I started shoot practicing. It was so funny. After that I flied over city and I saw an interesting city. It was composition of "Fasa" and our capital Tehran. (Because I lived in this two city.)
after that I felt dream was collapsing. I tried to solve some simple mathematical questions like 32*32. It was very useful. My dream became stable
In a street I saw a car that crashed

I am some a future version of our world where severe economic recessions and war have devastated most countries and much of the human civilization has reverted to Mideieval era technology and feudalism. There are pockets of technological advanced socities still in existence, but they have isolated themselves from the rest of the world with cities surrounded by walls and drones to kill people trying to break in. Many countries have become lawless and chaotic because religious zealots and warlords and their tribes fight for land and resources, including most of North America, and at the beginning of the dream I am fleeing my home and I end up on a ship headed to India.

I though India would be just as chaotic and poor yet fortunately there is religious tolerace and peace, and unlike most other countries, there is often running water and electricity availble in some cities. I end up living with a friend who fled North America years ago and she shares a cramped apartment with several other families above a rare bookstore which went out of business the day before I arrived. The first floor then becomes a communty meeting hall for the small village and the local Imam (who is also the head man of the town) gathers people every night to talk about relevent issues and to bring his television in so everyone can see the little bit of international news that is broadcast every now and then.

One night the broadcast is interupted and highjacked by a powerful and rouge warlord in Iran who claims to have a Doomsday Machine, which will obliterate all other countries in the world except his and he is going to set it off on the next full moon, a few days from now. To prove the effectiveness of his machine, he turns it on the Australasia continent and literally wipes it off the map. The remains of the continent are smoldering boulders and much of it falls into the sea or is completely unlivable because it is desicated wasteland. The crazy warlord gives no ultimatim and so later news reports tell of how many places become even more chaotic, mass suicides occur, or alternatively some places that were so violent and dangerous before suddenly become peaceful as people resign themselves to their fate.

Some how I meet a man who has just come into our village who claims to have worked on the Doomsday Machine and fled Iran when he learned what its true purpose was. He has made copies of the three electonic keys needed to gain access to the machine and shut it down, but unfortunately lost one in Pakistan while he was fleeing. He gives me the other two keys and a map of the place where he lost the other key and sends me on my way. I easily cross the border into Pakistan because there are so many people heading towards Iran, trying to get in, that no one really notices me.

The small village where the lost key supposedly is lays in the ruins of what once looked like a very industrialized and technologically advanced city. I search many abandoned and decrepid old office buildings and come across a gathering of people sitting in what used to be a cafeteria or something. The floor is tiles and the roof is high, and there are rusted counters and sinks all along the walls. There are no tables and chairs any more and everyone is sitting in a circle around a few men and one woman. The men are talking about making peace with yourselves before you die and the woman sits silently admist them and yet seems to emit waves of warmth and compassion that penetrate the heart of everyone in attendence. She is filled with great love for us all, but also with a great sadness and a feeling of helplessness. She is ancient and beyond any human entity in the world and I think that she is a Goddess of some kind. She is weaving black hairbands and wristbands with scraps of yarn and passing them out to everyone in attendance.

I recieve one and instantly the location of the lost electronic key appears in my mind, as if the information is being chanelled directly to me from the goddess -like woman. I head up to a higher level and find it hidden in a desk in what looks like used to be some rich CEO's office. When I go back downstairs to the cafeteria, everyone is gone and the place is dimly lit and covered in dust, like no one had been there for hundreds of years. I still have my hairband though so I know the experience was real.

I follow the throngs of refugees headed for the Iranian border, but it is extremely dangerous as criminals and other unsavory characters prey on the desperate people. Many people are robbed of the few belongings they have, and many more or killed or tortured for fun. No one is safe from being kidnapped or raped and almost all who make it to the Iranian border are immediately turned away and have to go back and face the human monsters waiting for them outside of the border crossing. Those who make it into Iran do so because they bribe the guards with everything they have. I have nothing to offer so I have no idea how I am going to get in. One of the border guards asks me for my hairband and as I pull it out of my hair I see that it has turned to gold. I am let into the country and finding the Doomsday Machine isn't hard because it is being advertised on fliers and billboards in every street corner and I head to the capital (in my dream it was called Karachi, which is not the capital city of Iran but a port town in Pakistan).

The dream becomes fuzzy and I cannot remember much more. I do end up shutting down the machine, but there is no big confrontation with the warlord or anything heroic like that and I thought this dream ended kind of anti-climatically.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

0:30 GMT – Sleep

Weird animals
I’m under the viaduct at my home town, crossing a road that passes under it, when I see a cute fluffy cat with an enormous head, although inside the range of normality, passing by. I also see a pigmee elephant with antlers instead of tusks and a tiny short trunk. I also think he was a bit furry on the back. A truly weird animal. A gipsy woman approaches me saying she wants to read my future in my hands and I say I’m not interested. Then I realise I don’t have any money, any purse, not even keys to my home. Instead of despair I feel so free – I start realising I’m probably dreaming.

Trying to do the RPG task I
Then I’m inside some studio, watching a talk show being recorded and I decide to do the nose RC. Somehow it is not clear enough – I do have difficulties in breathing when I pinch my nose. So I do the ultimate test and cross a giant speaker box as if it was an hologram. OK, now I know I am dreaming. I remember the RPG task to go save the demon boy in the woods and I check my reflection somewhere just to be sure I’m on my RPG character (my warrior me). I am close but not enough. I try to summon weapons but when I look again I have strange hair in black, red and white shades. I get distracted by that and wake up.

Trying to do the RPG task II
I force myself into dream again and I find myself back in the studio again watching the talk show – boring! I have to start all over, but at least now I don’t need RC. I decide to move forward to jump to the RPG dream. I end up in the lobby of this building. It is golden with large glass windows and doors. I see the street outside. I look for something that can serve as portal and the best I can get is the glass doors. Good enough. I jump towards a door wishing to go to the woods and for a split second I am surrounded by trees and start deciding my next move. But the woods quickly transform and I find myself at my mom’s place. Shit! What’s going on today? It’s late night, everybody’s asleep and I hear noise in the kitchen. I go check and my mom left something in the stove, a cooker with beans that has no water anymore and the beans are burning and kind of exploding with the heat. I shut down the stove and put a wet tissue over the cooker. By then my mom woke up and comes to see what happened. She is surprised to see me and totally upset she forgot the beans cooking. She thanks me and feels embarrassed. She has no clue we’re just dreaming and I also don’t want to enlighten her today, so I tell her I just arrived, it’s late and I go to sleep and we talk next day, okay? She finds all weird but as I go to the room and close the door she doesn’t insist. I then think about trying once more to jump to the woods but I wake up again. Sh*t!

4:40 GMT

Trying to do the RPG task III and meeting Nighthawk instead
After writing my failed attempts I go back to sleep and try to enter lucid again. This time I am facing a mirror and my warrior suit is on, my weapons on my hands and I plunge into a mirror portal totally focused on the RPG task. When I open my eyes on the other side I feel totally crushed, no woods. I’m at a modern house, like a loft studio but really huge. There’s people around a table, like a family and friends and I see Nighthawk. I guess subconscious today won me or maybe he summoned me.
This is a dream version of his house and family. His mom, dad, brothers and sisters are there. He spots me and puts his arm around my shoulders and tells me to walk with him. Ok. We go upstairs and we sit on a couch – I actually sit on his lap – and we start making out. Then I put my hand under his shirt and he has a really weird reaction, saying he is putting some medicine on his skin and I shouldn’t touch it. He even says the name of the medicine and I’m like “Who cares, we’re dreaming!”. I guess he doesn’t know that. I get bored with his talk about the active component of this medicine and lose connection to this dream.

Girl stoned in Iran
Then I find myself in what seems to be Iran. Some women all dressed up and maked-up (but with scarfs over their heads) are bringing boxes of stones to some table. They look shattered and angry. Then a lot of men are gathering around and I feel sick when I realise what’s about to happen. These women are friends and family of the girl who is going to be stoned and I think this is the biggest torture of all, that they have to prepare it all. A little young girl is actually so upset that she throws a small stone towards some guys who are looking eager for what’s coming. Then the older ladies grab her in urgency or she would also be punished severely for that.
Then a teenage girl dressed in aqua-green with beautiful light brown hair and the most sad and profound eyes is coming to the centre of the “stage”. I am just watching, like hovering around in spirit and no one really sees me. Except her: she extends her arms to me, looks deeply in my eyes, like begging for help and I feel totally broken. I hold her hands and send her all my love and tell her not to be afraid, that she will soon be free. She feels a bit comforted and sings a very sad song.

6:15 GMT

Meeting Nighthawk II
I am back in the house where I met Nighthawk previously. I meet him again and as we move around this place I see how big it really is – it connects with a larger facility with artists’ studios and workshops. Artists and engineers are all working together on some project connecting agriculture and art. It’s bizarre. I pass in front of 3 furnaces which are being open on that exact moment to put something inside or take something out, but I don’t get to see what. I just see that some guy suffers minor burns in his face when a flame hits him.
Nighthawk takes me again to some private area and he asks me what did really happen in that shared lucid dream he doesn’t recall. I ask him back if he really doesn’t remember and he insists on the "no". He sits on a sofa and asks me embarrassed if we “pleased each other” and I find that such a ridiculous euphemism. I say “If we had sex? No, but it was close enough.” He said “I thought so.” Then he pulls me closer and puts his hands on my hips and I put my hands on his shoulders.

7:55 GMT – Wake up