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    1. 16 Aug: Robbing the rich and reflecting my guru on the mirror

      by , 08-16-2022 at 04:52 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      Working as a maid at the mansion of some filthy rich dudes. Some alarm goes off and they go around looking for something suspicious, but no one can't find any intruder. But I spot him. He is dressed as the help and considering this is a huge palace with dozens of employees, no one pays attention or noticed he is not one of us. But I see him robbing silver and gold stuff, sneaking from one room to another. I follow him into an office and he realizes that I've figured it out. But he doesn't feel intimidated, he notices I am not yelling to denounce him. He just nods his head like saying "Go ahead, serve yourself of some to." and I do! I rob a bunch of gold necklaces and other jewels, wrapping them in table cloths and right under the nose of the bosses, hide them in my pockets. I then follow the other guy trhough a window to the garden and we leave.

      Looking at a mirror and instead of my face, I see my guru reflected on it. And he looks pretty aware that I am seeing him. Then it gets weirder and I have trouble explaining it in a 3 dimensional way, but it is like he is also holding another mirror in front of him and his reflection is me. And we are both aware that I see myself as him and he sees himself as me, but not straight up like a mirror image and more like a mirror within a mirror thing. Then I am suddenly not myself and I am some tibetan lady in the past with an intricate hairdo with really long braids with beads and other decorations. While I admire the intricacy of it, someone comes in the room and refers to me as princess.
    2. 25 May: Start of a pandemic and hiding in a bunker

      by , 05-25-2020 at 09:42 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      The world is going bananas and I am at some kind of camp with international people. Sharing a suite with some half dozen people, friends and strangers. Barack Obama is staying incognito with us. At the end of the camp, people are supposed to have a goodbye dinner with gift exchange, but some left abruptly and left their gifts behind unattended. My friends say is not ethical but I secretly pick some packages and go check what they have inside. One has some jewels and I sneak then into my pocket. Outside starts a storm and some solar panels are taken down. A team is putting them back up. Other people are organizing a market sale in a hallway.
      We learn that a pandemic started and that's why some people left in a hurry. We are told all the rich people are going to their bunkers. Three old guys I met are going to an abandoned factory in a rural area, inside which they created a sort of inconspicuous bunker. They share their secret with me and allow me to join them. We encounter some rabid dogs at the entrance but we manage to escape inside and shut the doors. But then the guys come running back out because there are also dogs inside. I run to some kitchen and climb on top of the counter, while looking for a knife. I find a heavy wood instrument instead. One of the dogs comes in, but it's a fat bulldog and when he tries to jump up, I slam him with the wood. The dog gets KO so I get closer and touch the dog. Realize it is a female dog. She slowly wakes up and thinks I am petting her, so all of a sudden her attitude shifts. She sniffs me and gets all cuddly. Surrenders to me like a puppy. Then a bigger dog and a puppy appear and she shows them I am friendly, so they friendly too. The rest of the dogs also come one by one and they all become my pets.
    3. 10 Aug: Meeting friends at parking lot, having sex with a friend at his girlfriend's

      by , 08-10-2019 at 09:02 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      At a place that looks like a campus, with dorms. The dorms are mixed and open space. I am climbing stairs to go to my floor and pass by a floor where I encounter Evangelion. He is sleeping on a chair but somehow with his head upside down and I wonder if he is ok. He wakes up and says he's fine. He just likes to sleep like this. He shows me how he does it and I crack up laughing.
      On another floor I meet Vera who is having a party lunch or dinner with friends and family. Carla also appears there by accident and sees me and stays for a little while just to say hello. She is with a dude and has some kid, but I don't think it's hers.
      Then some crazy looking dude comes in without presenting ID and the security guard goes after him. He then shows him some ID, but then continues in a very fast pace, with a hood over his head, looking very disturbed. He really seems to be up to no good. I go to a parking lot to meet some friends on a car who offered me a lift. They are sitting in a convertible. But the driver is Evangelion and he hasn't yet come join us. I see something shining on the ground and see a few little things, like a porcelain jewel box which is filled with pendants made from teeth and gold decorations. It has a nice amount of gold. I also find other things not as valuable, bur ask Zilla for a bag and collect it all. Some dude in another convertible almost hits me while parking. Then almost hits a pole. Then I see Evangelion coming towards us. We go to his girlfriend's house. I end up on a sofa bed with him watching tv and there is an R rated comedy show playing that ends up with a couple trying to have sex but experiencing some technical difficulties. Then he says something like "why we have never tried to solve our difficulties?" And I ask what he means, since we never got involved like that. And he says that's exactly the difficulty we encountered, but maybe it's time to fix it. Then I realize we are both naked somehow and he slowly comes on top of me and kisses me. He always makes me laugh and he does so by saying "oh goodie, you just brushed your teeth". I remind myself that our friends and his girlfriend are in this house with us, I wonder what he is doing, but guess they are in an open relationship and I am too horny to care.
    4. The Birth and Rebirth of a Phoenix (DILD)

      by , 02-16-2016 at 07:43 PM
      Ritual: Yesterday was full of work and stress, conditions that I have previously correlated to vivid dreaming. I worked until going to bed at 2am. Woke at 5am to feed the cat, then again at 6am after a dream that culminated in an experience of intense frustration, vivid enough that I spent around 45 minutes writing it down—an unintended but useful WBTB. Since today will also be very busy I did not do any other lucid practices, however, I had primed myself a little by reading the list of TOTYs last night. Apart from those conditions, the following dream was spontaneous, and I woke from it at around 8:45am.

      DILD: I am at my mother's house, but it is unlike any WL house. I am in a long room with high ceilings, very spacious and sparsely furnished, with no modern accoutrements. Maybe it is the medieval look of the interior that reminds me of the TOTYs, and I become lucid. Which would be a good one to do? Fairy would be easier to do outdoors. I could turn into a dragon but then I'd have to destroy everything and I don't want to wreck my mother's house. Phoenix? That would be a good one. I try to remember the details. I can't just summon it directly, I have to burn something, right? I look around the room for something suitable.

      On the far end of the room is a table under a shuttered window. The table is covered with a white cloth, and spread across it is an assortment of jewels and precious stones. These look ideal. I select a faceted gem and place it in my left palm. It is small, only about six millimeters across, transparent with cobalt blue striations, like a combination of diamond and sapphire. It is faceted into what I think of as a classic gem shape. [According to online sources, this is simply called a "round" cut.] I walk slowly across the room back toward the couch where my mom is sitting, concentrating on the stone and willing it to catch fire. The stone feels inert in my hand, and I feel that I have chosen the wrong one. From the coloring, this stone is clearly attuned with ice, not fire. I should go back and pick a different one.

      I return to the table and find a small stone of matte earthy red color. This is more a mineral than a gem, and it is shaped like a narrow lozenge, almost a centimeter long, pointed at the ends, and only a few millimeters wide in the middle. I begin to will it into flame, but immediately have second thoughts. The stone is so skinny and small, it would probably make a scrawny phoenix. I go back to the table to look for a better one.

      I decide to find a gem that could pass for a phoenix egg, examine the options more carefully, and finally come across a good-sized stone around three centimeters across. It is also matte and reddish, but a generous oval in shape, and the top is composed of randomly assorted rounded protrusions, like bubbles. The bottom has been leveled off and already set into a metal frame. I decide that this one is ideal, put it in my left palm, and begin to invoke fire in earnest. Around this time my mom tries to talk to me about doing some household chore but I hush her: "Not now, I'm busy."

      The stone resists at first, but I do not let myself doubt my ability to do this. I've summoned fire in my palm before. This time I'm just transmuting it from a substrate. I will a flame to emerge from the stone and soon it does—but I notice that in the process, the stone has transformed into a candle. The candle is larger than the stone, filling my hand. It is a 6cm tall cylinder and is conveniently fitted in a round container. Between the candle and the sides of the container is what looks like a filling of crumpled dry grass.

      The flame is burning on the wick in the ordinary way, and I will it to expand and consume the whole candle, turning it into the phoenix I am trying to create. For a moment it burns quietly, but then the whole object transforms again. Briefly I seem to be holding a bundle of smoldering dried grass, around a foot in diameter, until the whole thing explodes and violently flies apart, patches landing in various places around the room. Failure? I'd better check the remains.

      I wander around to a couple of the smoking remnants, but see nothing notable. I remember that I need to keep my expectations high, so as I walk toward a third, larger patch, I anticipate finding a baby phoenix. Sure enough, when I prod at the charred dried grass, underneath I discover a tiny, long-necked, bird-like creature! The phoenix has hatched! But it is it skinny and completely limp. What can I do to help? As a creature of fire, I reason, it must need heat. It is probably freezing to death.

      I gently pick up the baby bird, which drapes across my hands with no sign of life, and take it to the fireplace. Luckily there is already a good fire burning. There is a kind of metal chain screen separating the fire from a metal grate on the hearth. Sprawled on the grate, soaking up the heat, is a long iguana-like lizard that I had previously noticed on the table when I was selecting jewels. I figure it must be a salamander, with the same need for warmth as my new phoenix. Should I place the phoenix in the fire directly, or on the grate? Since my hypothesis about the wisdom of putting the phoenix in the fire is as yet untested, I decide to lay it on the grate in case I need to remove it quickly.

      The experiment goes well. As soon as I lay the baby phoenix next to the fire, its body begins to perk up and fill out. It grows until it resembles a toucan in shape and size, though red in color and with a sleeker bill. Success! But was there more to the task? I can't remember if we were also supposed to fight something, and figure I'd better do that as well as long as I can maintain dreamstate. "Let's go fight something!" I say to the newborn phoenix, and it hops up on my shoulder.

      I head past the table with the jewels and open the window in the end wall. The window is a square aperture about three feet on a side, fastened with a single wooden shutter. The shutter is hinged on one side, flush with the wall when closed, and opens inward to the left. This truly resembles a medieval house in that there is no glass in the window, so it is easy to climb up and out. I pause on the sill and bid the phoenix to fly on ahead. Meanwhile, I hang up the long metal hook that I used to open the shutter so that I can grab it when I come in later, then use another device that resembles a hook attached to a wire loop to suspend myself from the sill and ease the drop to the ground, which is far enough below that it requires some precaution. I have the feeling that I have done this many times before.

      Once on the ground, I look around for someone or something to fight. I am on a grassy lawn that extends between a number of different buildings. The buildings themselves don't leave a distinct architectural impression—I wish I had taken a closer look. Instead I was scanning the ground between them, but all I see are ordinary people walking about, none of whom seem like suitable opponents. I don't want to be an unprovoked aggressor.

      The dream begins to fade. I worry that the abrupt transition to a different space might have unbalanced it, and I immediately take steps to stabilize, falling on my knees and examining the details of the grass while running my hands over it for texture. For a moment the grass turns grey and although I see all the usual plants among it, like clover, everything looks unusually small. But then a voice hails me from above and the dreamstate resumes its integrity: "Do you want to fight?" I promptly agree.

      I am facing a man who is accompanied by a creature resembling a muscular, short-haired white dog. The man has a sword, and immediately begins to strike at me. Although I am unarmed, I find that I am able to parry his blows with my hands without too much discomfort. I suspect that I could turn the fight to my advantage if I want, but the whole point of this exercise was to fight in tandem with the phoenix. Where is that bird? "Phoenix? Phoenix!" I call anxiously.

      The blade keeps falling, and I keep catching it and pushing it aside, but luckily the dog is hanging back for now. Suddenly to my relief the phoenix swoops in, aiming a stream of fire at the dog. More gouts of flame follow, consuming the man and dog, but they do not go down easily. I watch the phoenix, who has now taken human form, take a blade right through his stomach, angling up toward his chest. It is an unmistakably lethal blow, and I run over to him as he falls. I feel guilty for having put him in this predicament—but recall that for a phoenix, there should be a way to fix this.

      Looking around frantically, I am pleased to discover a fireplace in my immediate vicinity. Nevermind the unlikelihood of finding a fireplace outdoors; it is just what I need so I don't question it. I drag the phoenix, currently in the form of a slim Asian boy, over to the hearth and dump him directly onto the flames. I expect the fire to heal him; instead he begins screaming as his skin burns and chars. It is horrifying, but I hold him down as he struggles—he was dying already, this is the only thing that might help. Maybe this is how it is supposed to work. A phoenix has to die to be reborn, right? The human body blackens and burns away. Sure enough, in its place I find a little baby bird, looking much like it did initially but yellow instead of red this time. I wonder if its pale color means it needs to eat. The bird pecks at some morsel of food near the fire and I try to tempt it with something better. "Here, eat a hot one." I pluck an olive-sized piece from a row of snacks baking in the fireplace (I don't feel the heat, just as I didn't feel pain from the sword earlier) and offer it directly. The little bird compliantly swallows the morsel, growing in size and turning red again.

      I feel that I have completed the task to satisfaction, so even before I wake up I begin reviewing the details, making sure I commit them to memory. There is a moment when I am back in the same house as the beginning of the dream and ask someone to remind me the name of the guy I fought. "Ziggy Starduster and the Hoarfrost," comes the reply. I note that they definitely said "Starduster," not "Stardust." Since I only hear rather than see the names, I briefly wonder if the dog's name is spelled "Whorefrost" or "Hoarfrost," but decide that the latter is more appropriate on a number of levels.

      Updated 03-29-2016 at 07:47 AM by 34973

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      lucid , memorable , task of the year
    5. 23 Jul: Treasures

      by , 07-23-2015 at 10:17 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am on an expedition in a remote place, looking for someone who got lost or something. Instead, I find a treasure: many ancient Buddha statues and Guru Rinpoche statues, filled with precious jewels and sacred substances, including a yellow powder, I've no idea what it is, but all my colleagues seem to desire it greedily.
    6. 5 Feb: Tomb raider

      by , 02-05-2013 at 03:35 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am part of an expedition which found some amazing old ruins on a cave. Some of the men turn against me and a trusted friend and want me to find and give them some artefact which can control that place. I do not cooperate and they start shooting. I hide behind a vertical metallic sarcophagus and as I avoid the bullets, I recognize the carved shapes on the sarcophagus as instructions to activate some mechanism to get the artifact. I need to put back in it the head of the person whose body was originally inside it, but where is the head? With the shooting, there is some collapse of the cave, which opens a line to an area of plants in which I take cover. In the middle of the plants are several mummified heads. I find the right one, which belonged to some king. I take it and put it inside the sarcophagus. In exchange, from a hidden door in the sarcophagus comes a mirror, surrounded by pearls. I hide it in my clothes and I run to an exit. Meanwhile the shooting continues and they found a way through the debris to me. Now the cave is really collapsing and as I run towards the exit, I see secret chambers with treasures opening up. I still have time to pick up another jewel, a necklace with a pendent, which is on a pedestal at the entrance of a chamber. And I escape.
      In the nearest town, my friend, whom I thought had died, surprises me and tells me the bad guys are still after us and his plan to go away. But it's too late, we're surrounded by them and they tell me to hand over the necklace, which they saw me taking and think is the artefact they want. I pretend I don't want to but then give it to them and they go away all happy. Then I tell my friend they took the wrong thing and he smiles.
    7. 33rd Shared Dreaming Attempt - Mayatara's Dream

      by , 09-18-2011 at 01:00 PM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Mayatara's Dream

      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Girl power
      On a small self-sufficient community of women only. We live in a kind of fortress, but open and welcoming, because we never had troubles with anybody. Until the day that a bunch of guys, passing as wanderers, come by and we offer them shelter. Soon they start making really bad comments of sexual nature, making remarks about the girls beauty and so on. They also treat us badly, expecting us to serve all of their needs and I really mean all. We decide to put a stop on it and they turn violent. The most disappointing is to see that the girls quitting the fight immediately, in fear. They accept the situation as unavoidable and I find myself alone in the struggle. I conclude I can't do much on my own and decide to wait for a better moment to do something about it. To defend myself from their sexual abuses I keep myself dirty, smelly and really, really ugly. I endure their comments on how disgusting I am, but at least I'm not raped as the others. One day though, they even turn to me, wanting to gang rape me. But I know this place better than they do and I escape them through the ventilation system and get inside the walls. I find out that I am good at parkour!
      I stay in the "secret" areas of the building, just watching them and nagging them whenever I can, so they keep looking for me. I have a plan to trap them in a kind of shaft and I need them to follow me there. One day I manage to attract them to this place and I shut some really heavy doors behind them. They are in a weak position, below me in this kind of shaft. Meanwhile I have called the girls to come and help me, as they also know the secret paths through the walls. I call them to join the fight and beat the guys, but they are still afraid of them, so I jump down into the shaft to start the fight, hoping they'll follow me, but they just stay in their upper position, beating them occasionally with a stick on their heads or something. It helps, but I have to do all the hard work of kicking their asses.


      Saving Jon Stewart
      I'm having dinner with Jon Stewart, at his home. He is wearing a grey or beige shirt and he looks adorable. I'm so in love with him and he is even more in love with me. He smiles at me, almost melting in delight and I caress his face. I realize this can only be a dream and I start laughing about it. I tell him "Jon, my dear. I'm really loving being here with you and the whole romantic scene, but unfortunately this is just a dream." He says "Whaaatttt?" and looks really puzzled, but I keep nodding my head and he seems to start accepting that I may be right. I tell him that this makes no sense, that I'm just some girl he never met, from a country he probably never been to. He seems disappointed, even sad, that this might not be real. I can read in his face that he doesn't want to accept that the feelings he is experiencing for me were just randomly generated in a dream. I tell him not to feel sad, because if he is really there and he is not just a DC, it's because we do have some karmic link and the feeling has some roots from where it sprouted.
      I am not sure if he is a DC or not, but the truth is that is reactions are complex and he never fades. He stays very solid in the dream.
      As we are still looking at each other, some guys invade the house in a rush and kidnap us. I don't even have time to react. When I come to my senses again, we're in a church. Jon is lying on an altar, apparently still unconscious and I'm tied up to a chair.
      I am now only semi-lucid, but I recall all of my dream powers. I fire up red lasers from the palms of my hands and I cut the ropes. When the bad guys see it, they come to knock me down, but I pierce them with my red lasers. It's not pretty, but it has to be done. Unfortunately they keep coming and some of them are about to grab Jon to take him away, while I'm busy fighting. That's when some asian girl breaks in through a wall and helps me by shooting a golden energy blast from her chakras to Jon's chakras, which somehow creates a wall shield between him and the bad guys. But this required a lot of energy from the girl, who falls down in exhaustion. I feel that she is my friend, but I can't remember who she is.
      I protect her, thankful for her help and keep shooting lasers in all directions until I kill all the bad guys.
      Meanwhile the shield around Jon has weakened, so I generate a purple orb of energy around him that is smaller but more stable than the previous shield. Our reinforcements arrive and they take the purple orb with Jon inside to a safer place. Me and my girl friend sit exhausted on the floor and I ask her if I can take a shower at her place. She is sorry to say no, but she is not going home, she has to leave immediately to some other mission. I understand. We give a warm hug to each other, until next time.


      Moving
      Some boring dream with my family, involving moving stuff from my house to my aunt Lisa's house. By mistake I hand her over my hi-fi on a box and then she has to leave it at some friend's attic for me to go get it some other day.

      Mystical dance
      I find myself as a spectator of some kind of talent show. There's an asian guy, probably chinese, doing an acrobatic exhibition that leaves everybody extremely impressed. But in the end the judges tell him he has broken the rules, because no circus performances are allowed, only acting, singing and dancing. But because he was so magical, they decided to offer him a second chance.
      I feel so much compassion for him, even genuine love in my heart. There's a brief moment in which our eyes cross and everything seems to stop. I sense his energy and I know he is going to do something amazing. I feel passion and make it flow to him. He returns the passion and tells me in his eyes that what he is about to show is for me.
      Then he transfigures: he was bald and now he has long hair with jewels all over; he was a young boy and he now looks like a wise older man. He makes a sensual mystic ritual dance that hypnotizes everybody, specially me. Slowly the spectators transform into all sorts of enlightened noble beings. The dancer pours jewels with every movement he makes, offering them to the Buddhas. I don't dare to take any of the jewels, not even to touch them, as I fear I am not worthy of it.
    8. 17 Sep: Saving Jon Stewart and mystic dancer

      by , 09-18-2011 at 12:51 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Finally created a new color category to indicate the semi-lucid dreams. I usually keep them in blue, but they are definitely not regular dreams and deserve their own color.

      23:30

      Girl power
      On a small self-sufficient community of women only. We live in a kind of fortress, but open and welcoming, because we never had troubles with anybody. Until the day that a bunch of guys, passing as wanderers, come by and we offer them shelter. Soon they start making really bad comments of sexual nature, making remarks about the girls beauty and so on. They also treat us badly, expecting us to serve all of their needs and I really mean all. We decide to put a stop on it and they turn violent. The most disappointing is to see that the girls quitting the fight immediately, in fear. They accept the situation as unavoidable and I find myself alone in the struggle. I conclude I can't do much on my own and decide to wait for a better moment to do something about it. To defend myself from their sexual abuses I keep myself dirty, smelly and really, really ugly. I endure their comments on how disgusting I am, but at least I'm not raped as the others. One day though, they even turn to me, wanting to gang rape me. But I know this place better than they do and I escape them through the ventilation system and get inside the walls. I find out that I am good at parkour!
      I stay in the "secret" areas of the building, just watching them and nagging them whenever I can, so they keep looking for me. I have a plan to trap them in a kind of shaft and I need them to follow me there. One day I manage to attract them to this place and I shut some really heavy doors behind them. They are in a weak position, below me in this kind of shaft. Meanwhile I have called the girls to come and help me, as they also know the secret paths through the walls. I call them to join the fight and beat the guys, but they are still afraid of them, so I jump down into the shaft to start the fight, hoping they'll follow me, but they just stay in their upper position, beating them occasionally with a stick on their heads or something. It helps, but I have to do all the hard work of kicking their asses.


      3:30

      Saving Jon Stewart
      I'm having dinner with Jon Stewart, at his home. He is wearing a grey or beige shirt, a flawless shaved skin, looking adorable. I'm so in love with him and he is even more in love with me. He smiles at me, almost melting in delight and I caress his face. I realize this can only be a dream and I start laughing about it. I tell him "Jon, my dear. I'm really loving being here with you and the whole romantic scene, but unfortunately this is just a dream." He says "Whaaatttt?" and looks really puzzled, but I keep nodding my head and he seems to start accepting that I may be right. I tell him that this makes no sense, that I'm just some girl he never met, from a country he probably never been to. He seems disappointed, even sad, that this might not be real. I can read in his face that he doesn't want to accept that the feelings he is experiencing for me were just randomly generated in a dream. I tell him not to feel sad, because if he is really there and he is not just a DC, it's because we do have some karmic link.
      I am not sure if he is a DC or not, but the truth is that his reactions are complex and he never fades. He stays very solid in the dream.
      As we are still looking at each other, some guys invade the house in a rush and kidnap us. I don't even have time to react. When I come to my senses again, we're in a church. Jon is lying on an altar, apparently still unconscious and I'm tied up to a chair.
      I am now only semi-lucid, but I recall all of my dream powers. I fire up red lasers from the palms of my hands and I cut the ropes. When the bad guys see it, they come to knock me down, but I pierce them with my red lasers. It's not pretty, but it has to be done. Unfortunately they keep coming and some of them are about to grab Jon to take him away, while I'm busy fighting. That's when some asian girl breaks in through a wall and helps me by shooting a golden energy blast from her chakras to Jon's chakras, which somehow creates a wall shield between him and the bad guys. But this required a lot of energy from the girl, who falls down in exhaustion. I feel that she is my friend, but I can't remember who she is.
      I protect her, thankful for her help and keep shooting lasers in all directions until I kill all the bad guys.
      Meanwhile the shield around Jon has weakened, so I generate a purple orb of energy around him that is smaller but more stable than the previous shield. Our reinforcements arrive and they take the purple orb with Jon inside to a safer place. Me and my girl friend sit exhausted on the floor and I ask her if I can take a shower at her place. She is sorry to say no, but she is not going home, she has to leave immediately to some other mission. I understand. We give a warm hug to each other, until next time.


      5:30

      Moving
      Some boring dream with my family, involving moving stuff from my house to my aunt Lisa's house. By mistake I hand her over my hi-fi on a box and then she has to leave it at some friend's attic for me to go get it some other day.

      Mystical dance
      I find myself as a spectator of some kind of talent show. There's an asian guy, probably chinese, doing an acrobatic exhibition that leaves everybody extremely impressed. But in the end the judges tell him he has broken the rules, because no circus performances are allowed, only acting, singing and dancing. But because he was so magical, they decided to offer him a second chance.
      I feel so much compassion for him, even genuine love in my heart. There's a brief moment in which our eyes cross and everything seems to stop. I sense his energy and I know he is going to do something amazing. I feel passion and make it flow to him. He returns the passion and tells me in his eyes that what he is about to show is for me.
      Then he transfigures: he was bald and now he has long hair with jewels all over; he was a young boy and he now looks like a wise older man. He makes a sensual mystic ritual dance that hypnotizes everybody, specially me. Slowly the spectators transform into all sorts of enlightened noble beings. The dancer pours jewels with every movement he makes, offering them to the Buddhas. I don't dare to take any of the jewels, not even to touch them, as I fear I am not worthy of it.


      7:00

      Updated 09-24-2011 at 10:51 AM by 34880

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      lucid , non-lucid