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    1. Gymnasium Ritual, Thai Reveries, and the House Party Fragment

      by , 12-28-2020 at 12:24 AM (Oneironautic Escapades)
      12/27/20

      I am in a very crowded gymnasium like standing room only with tons of people all around. Everyone is having fun and there is water spraying everywhere. Even though it is super crowded it's still really happy and the mood is elevated. I joke that this ride is basically just a line, cause everyone is just waiting to get past everyone else while walking around in the gymnasium. I start to notice everyone has different costumes on.

      As I am walking there is someone close to me who says that I have to leave the crowd and go to the edges, as the crowd is starting to thin out. She pulls at my overalls as if to mention my costume didn't win. I now notice there are groups of people in matching costumes all standing in circles together in the center of the room. They are doing the same dance, but each circle is different and they overlap like a venn diagram. This all feels like a well rehearsed ritual. Everyone seems to know what is going on besides me. I am enamoured by the choreography of it all. There is an Indian guy standing next to me who seems to know what is up, so I ask him if he knows the name of what's going on.

      He tells me this is called the 'Sitar Aaahg Sango Oood'. I repeat it several times as I have trouble hearing him say it repeatedly. He tells me of it's ancient history as a ritual. It is performed as an act of communal purification and bonding. Everyone here seems to know exactly what is happening but I am still kind of clueless. I am beside myself, I talk to the indian guy for a while standing in the crowd watching people dance in the center of the room in unison. At the end of everything about a third of the crowd is nude just walking around going our different directions. No one seems to really be paying attention to each other. So I am nude as well and walk through the gymnasium to the exit/towards the showers to clean off.

      It's the next day and I am still blown away by what I experienced the night before. But I have missing time between then and now and realize I don't know how I got home, and my car is missing. I remember the indian guy telling me about a restaurant he goes to so I venture out and take someone's minivan to get there.

      It is a Thai restaurant in the upstairs of some small strip mall. It's quaint with just a few tables and counter sitting. Standard florescent tile lights in the ceiling and large windows with tan blinds at the end of the room. I see J there and tell him about my night and what I experienced. That I thought I was dreaming but now it seems so real, cause my car is now gone and I don't know how I got home. He is very interested to hear about the ritual and so is the smaller older thai lady who works there. I tell them the name the indian man told me and both of their eyes light up. They know this ritual very well, and we're impressed I was able to witness it.

      While sitting at the counter top I realize J now works at this restaurant, he is preparing tea and doing some general busy work while I talk to him. I mention how nice that would be and how I would love to work at a Thai restaurant. The older lady notices my comment but doesn't say anything to me about a job. At a certain point I have to tell the story of the night before over and over again as new people show up and are interested in my situation. While talking I keep mentioning how I thought it was a dream, so I nosepinch and realize I am still dreaming, but it still feels so real so I continue to go along with it.

      A man I see who looks like Hank from king of the hill, he works next door and brings over a bowl of special sauce he has made for the thai lady. It is a mango ghost pepper sauce or something similar. It looks like sweet and sour sauce with minced garlic and chilis in it. I mention it would probably be really good on wings. I accidentally spill some of it while moving one of my plates to the back of the counter. I tell my story again and he asks me if I have a small black car.
      I say yes and he informs me he saw a black car crashed into the river on his way into work this morning. I am flabbergasted. I realize I haven't checked the parking lot of this place which is in the basement level of a parking garage beneath us. I go down there and see a car that looks like my car but it is the wrong colour.

      Directly next to it is my car, with all the same junk in it as my real car. I am incredibly relieved. I realize I have two cars here now and wonder how I will get both of them back. So I drive the minivan home and come back to get my car. Then I realize I do not have my car keys on me. The thai lady at the restaurant tells me they should be hanging somewhere over here, and points to a corner where their employees put personal items. Without being too invasive I attempt to move papers around and others keys looking for my own. I don't recall ever finding them.


      A fragment about being in one of my clients homes which is now kind of like an all white vogue apartment. They are on vacation and have tasked me to house sit for them. I know they are coming home soon. A girl called A I used to know is also there. She is manipulative and thoughtless with other people's possessions. She invites a few people over and I am not pleased at all because it isn't her home to begin with. They make a small mess and everyone leaves.

      She cleans the apartment thoroughly and it looks sparkling again. I am relieved because I know that my client is coming home soon. She then invites 10 people over since it is clean now and they completely trash the place again. The dogs have completely soiled the white floor and there is food and crumbs everywhere. I am beyond livid with her decision. The dream fades as she attempts to clean the apartment once more.

      Updated 12-28-2020 at 12:39 AM by 51110

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    2. "Fading Gift" (WILD) and "Elephant Ride" (DILD)

      by , 01-12-2017 at 06:55 PM
      Ritual: After a year or so of initial successes with galantamine, back in 2010–11, it had stopped working very well for me to the point where I hardly ever use it anymore. But last night after going to bed late (around 3am) and waking up just before dawn, I still felt heavy enough with sleep that I thought I might give it a shot. (Galantamine is a stimulant, so the main risk is not being able to get back to sleep.) I took one of the red pills from a bottle of "Dream Leaf," which I had nearly given up on since it had never worked for me before, possibly because I only tried it long after I had gotten "over" galantamine. I know the red pills contain galantamine from the distinctive effects, but I must say that it greatly bothers me that this supplement neglects to identify the presence of galantamine on the label, or even on their website, much less clarify the actual dosage. In fact, I would go so far as to call this obfuscation shamefully irresponsible and borderline criminal. Galantamine is a powerful substance that should never be given to people without their knowledge. So for ethical reasons I dislike this particular supplement and definitely would not recommend it, but galantamine is galantamine, and on this occasion it actually worked. Woke and wrote at 9, so I'm a bit underslept with a slight galantamine hangover, but it's been so long since I've had this sensation that I'm almost enjoying it.

      I've always found galantamine dreams a bit superficial, but that's not always a bad thing. My recent attempts to force dream events to unfold in a detailed and realistic way, in the name of quality, often prove counter-productive. Sometimes a little "cowboying" is necessary to get the job done, especially in the inherent instability of the dream environment. So tonight's dreams were ultimately successful, but not exactly Masterpiece Theatre.


      WILD, "Fading Gift": I was lying on my back in bed, and recognized I was in dream even as I started making elaborate sweeping gestures with my hands, but continued gesturing for a while to increase my sense of motor control. At one point I closed my eyes and scratched my scalp, and I was amazed that the sensations felt exactly like like waking life. "I am the dreamer," I murmured a few times, as if to fix the idea in mind.

      I recalled how often I make unnecessary difficulties for myself at this transitional stage and told myself that if I was already dreaming, I didn't need a ton of preamble before getting out of bed—I should just get up. So I did, and it was fine. I've really been wanting to do the "finding a leftover present" TOTM, so I started looking around the room. (As has become typical lately, the room did not resemble my bedroom in WL.) I looked under the dresser, on the table... nothing so far. I felt a slight contradiction in my mental outlook: on the one hand, the best way to find the present would be to expect or even to will it to be there, but on the other hand, since it was a present I wanted to be surprised rather than force the issue. So I allowed myself only a vague expectation and kept looking. I found a wooden cabinet much like the one in my office and when I opened the door there were a few presents on the middle shelf. The first two I noticed, very small objects, I rejected as not quite right. Although they were loosely covered in wrapping, it wasn't taped down, so it looked like they had already been opened and then put back.

      I kept looking and on the left side of the shelf was the perfect gift: a wide cylinder about six inches high wrapped in red and white paper with a red ribbon rising vertically on four sides to form a neat bow at the top. The paper looked familiar at first so I studied it for a moment, but it was not any pattern I've seen before. It consisted of thin white lines on a red background, but they were awkwardly curving and abstract, like an elaborate doodle.

      Just as I started to open the present, I felt the dream begin to fade. I moved quickly, trying to open the box in the little time I had left. When the top came off, I plunged in my hand and felt... tissue paper. I was almost awake now, and as I reached past the tissue paper I felt like I crossed that indiscernable border between dreaming and waking consciousness. Or maybe it is not so indiscernible: what had just disappeared was my sense of touch, without which the dream had lost its tangibility. Vision lingered a little longer, and I saw my hand pull out a thick gold chain the length of a necklace, sparsely ornamented with tiny flowers that were each composed of four thin petals of white enamel. I was dissatisfied, however, not only with the gift itself (I don't care much for jewelry and this was definitely not my style), but with the fact that the dream was fading so fast that I couldn't determine to what extent dream imagination or waking imagination (not that I clearly understand the difference!) had determined the nature of the gift.

      I went back to sleep, resolving to try to get lucid again and complete the task in a more satisfactory way.

      DILD, "Elephant Ride": I was lying in bed but felt uncomfortable, realized I was still wearing day clothes, including a bra. Ugh, had I passed out last night? As I removed it, I noticed it was a lacy underwire thing that didn't even look familiar. I wanted to get back to sleep but the television was on loudly, so I tried to find the remote to turn it off. There were four or five remotes on top of the dresser, and I pressed the power button on all of them but nothing worked. On a couple, the image would cut out as though it were turning off but then come right back, and other remotes had no effect at all. Fine, I'll pull the damn plug, I thought grumpily, but the TV was mounted on the wall and on closer inspection it seems the wiring was concealed behind the wall. I settled for muting the volume (at least that worked) and turning the screen to the side, which accomplished little but expressed my annoyance with the device. [Possible source: I just got back from visiting my mom, where the TV was on loudly in the mornings, making it hard to read or work.]

      I headed back toward the bed, but suddenly realized I must be dreaming. That would explain the difficulty I just had with the televisions, at least! And with the realization came the memory of my earlier lucid episode and my dissatisfaction with the TOTM I had attempted. I was pleased with the chance to try again.

      Looking around, I soon spotted a wrapped gift on the bedside table. It was a small square box, around two inches wide and one inch high, made of that shiny gold cardboard that is common in gift boxes, and wrapped with a red ribbon. I started to untie the ribbon and realized that I was wearing gloves. At first I thought it an oddity, but quickly understood that it was just the dream's way of representing the slight awkwardness I felt in my fingers as I tried to complete this fine motor activity. I considered pulling off the gloves but recognized that it would just be a pointless waste of time, and decided instead to ignore them. At least they were thin gloves, and didn't impede me that much in my attempt to open the box. By the time it was open, they were gone.

      This time I was very pleased with what I found in the box. It looked like a single confection of some sort. "Perfect, I love food!" I thought to myself happily. I pulled it out and looked it over. It was not very distinguished in shape, light brown in color and vaguely round, but a bit lumpy. There was a darker spot in the center like a piece of chocolate. [Possible source: I've been eating my mother's Christmas cookies, which have a spot of apricot jam covered with chocolate in the center. They have a much firmer texture overall than this one did, though.] The surface was dry but felt a bit pliant between my fingers, a sort of rubbery texture.

      I bit into the confection and found the mouthfeel similar to what the outer texture had led me to anticipate. There was just the hint of a thin crust, and then the inside was soft but chewy. It reminded me of mochi but was firmer and easier to chew. At this point I was analyzing it with the idea of possibly attempting to recreate it in waking life. I knew that it would have to be based on glutinous rice flour. However, the overall taste was lightly chocolatey and fruity. I looked where I had bitten and distinctly saw raisins, both black and gold. There were also pieces of another fruit that was harder to identify. It had faint striations that reminded me of the fresh jackfruit I had eaten last night in WL (so that was probably the source), but this had the texture of a dried fruit. Can jackfruit be dried and baked into cookies? I couldn't say. If not, I thought that dried apricot might work just as well. The taste could have been either; it was hard to tell with all the other flavors going on. I finished the confection and found it very satisfying. If I ever do manage to recreate something like this, I'll have to post the recipe here!

      I felt that I had now completed the TOTM satisfactorily, so what next? I looked around the room, and wondered if I should just leave through the door and go exploring. But somehow that is never very satisfying; I usually get better results when I am pursuing a specific idea of some sort, even when the results are not what I expected. The dream felt reasonably stable, so I wondered if I might attempt one of the TOTYs. I recalled the "riding" theme, but unfortunately, I hadn't looked at the list lately and couldn't remember the specifics very well. There was a window here... maybe I could summon a bird and ride it through the night sky? That sounded fun, but I didn't think it was on the list. The only one I could clearly remember was the elephant ride, because my studies have given me such a distinct impression of how elephants were used in battle in pre-modern Siam. I had always planned to try that one, but how do I get from my dream bedroom to pre-modern Siam?

      I tried to remember the transportation spell from Harry Potter, but the command wasn't coming to me. All I could recall was "flue" something, and anyway there were no fireplaces in this bedroom (unlike my WL bedroom, which does have one!) I decided my best bet was probably the window. I knew you needed to mount an elephant from someplace high, so if I could summon one over, I could probably just descend from the window directly to its back. Then once I was on the elephant, it would be easier to get to Siam. On the way to the window, I felt impelled to opened the middle drawer of the dresser as I walked past. It was nearly empty, with just a few stray pieces of clothing... but in the far right corner was the gleam of gold. It was a pile of chocolate coins! You know the ones, disks of chocolate wrapped in gold foil stamped like currency. These were a few different sizes. I realized these might come in handy if I ended up having to buy the elephant, so I grabbed a handful and put them in my pocket.

      I opened the window and felt the cool night air. The window was on the second storey, as I had anticipated, but looking out, I actually recognized that this looked nothing like my house. To the left, I could see a garage door extending perpendicularly to the wall my window was in. The house appeared to be painted beige. Across the driveway, which ran next to this wall to meet the garage, there was a wide grassy yard bordered by trees. I looked up at the night sky above the trees to see if there were any familiar constellations, and immediate recognized Orion. Of course... it seems anywhere I go, I see Orion, even in a dream. He was at an angle, almost on his side, just over the treetops... but not exactly the same in WL. At first I counted four stars in his belt, instead of the usual three. The more I looked at it, the more stars accumulated, but only in certain areas, so pretty soon Orion appeared to be wearing not only a belt, but also a brassiere, which amused me, and a crown. The crown had spikes pointing upward, like the common representation of crowns in modern iconography, but matching spikes adorned the brassiere and belt. At this point the whole shape of the constellation was getting a bit thin and stretched, and while I'm sure these transformations could go on indefinitely, right now I needed an elephant.

      I knew my husband was in the next room, probably working, and even though I suspected this was dream logic, I hesitated to shout lest I annoy him. (Though I suppose it is still reasonable not to want to annoy the dream husband.) So I tried to summon the elephant quietly. Nothing happened. After trying for a bit without results, I decided to take a more dramatic approach. I stepped through the window and jumped, setting my intention for there to be an elephant down there, so I could land on its back.

      There wasn't. But the results were promising nonetheless... from unconstructed dream space, I managed to conjure something plausibly like the interior of a palace in Siam. It was a bit of a hack job, without much detail, and I confess the throne was far too low (must not have been the formal audience hall), but it was sufficient for my purposes. There were various ministers standing around (another embarrassingly inaccurate detail; no courtiers would stand in the presence of the king in early nineteenth-century Siam! Good gracious!) and the king was on the throne, but a bit vague. My initial impression was that he resembled the recently deceased Rama IX, but that troubled me because I was going for an earlier era. I tried to make him look more like Rama III, but it wasn't working very well, so in the end I just didn't look too closely. At any rate, the king was vague enough that he didn't quibble when I handed over my handful of chocolate coins and requested an elephant. I didn't feel like getting into complex negotiations; I just allowed myself assume the success of the transaction and walked away.

      As I exited the interior of the palace and momentarily noticed the bright sunlight reflecting off the whitewashed arch of the doorway, I felt a flash of familiarity. Of course, I thought to myself, This must be the Grand Palace, I've been here a few times. I let my memory conjure something akin to the elephant-mounting station I remembered observing there, and walked over to it. There was no elephant there presently, so I waited for someone to bring it around... and started getting impatient. No one seemed to be doing much, or paying attention to my repeated request. They must not understand English, I considered. I'll have to try it in Thai.

      "Chang!" I shouted, the Thai word for elephant. "Ma nee!" I realized how rude I must sound: while "ma nee" would probably be correctly understood as "come here," or, given the contextual clues, "bring it here" as I had intended, it was a terribly rough and simple way of speaking. It was the sort of thing you might say to call a dog. I hadn't even appended a perfunctory "kha" at the end. But then I started wondering what level of politeness would be proper in this situation. I was in the palace, which made things more difficult, because royal Thai is another ballgame altogether. But what was my own social standing here? In speaking roughly I was assuming a great deal of authority... maybe that was not so bad in this situation. Fortunately, I saw my elephant being brought around before I was able to go too deep down the rabbit hole of Thai honorifics.

      It was a disappointing elephant, by any standards... not only small but kind of flabby and soft, a cartoonish cross between a real baby elephant and Dumbo. Moreover it was completely unadorned, with no harness or howdah. I momentarily wondered if the lack was due to an inadequate mental impression of what a howdah should look like? But no, I could picture it clearly enough in my imagination... it just wasn't on the elephant. I guess that's what I get for being rude to the staff. To add insult to injury, they didn't even properly lead the elephant to the mounting station—though it was probably too small to get on from there anyway—they just dumped it on the stairs, where it crumpled over weakly. On the bright side, this made it easy to clamber up on its neck, so I did so and prepared to forge on.

      I knew I had to enter a battle, so we promptly exited the city. I had thought to do this properly on a magnificent war elephant with a howdah and a driver and four soldiers to guard the legs—I've seen plenty of paintings and movies of proper war elephants in action—but instead I was alone, bareback with no weapon, on the most pathetic elephant I've ever seen. But at least in dream there was no risk of actually falling in battle, so I figured I could make do.

      We had barely gone past the city walls when I saw the invaders approaching from the jungle. That wasn't much of a stretch; it seemed like Ayutthaya was always under attack. (I had originally envisioned myself in Bangkok, but had already slipped back to an earlier era more appropriate for elephant combat). The invaders were on horseback, I noticed, and I was relieved to see that they were only coming in ones and twos, given that I was going to have to take them on alone. They had long black hair and Asian features, and naturally I assumed that they were Burmese... until I got close enough to swing at one and saw the pointed ears. Elves?! Last night I was playing Witcher II and Pillars of Eternity, and the portrait of Aloth in the latter game closely resembled these invaders, but I wasn't sure why they were showing up here. Also, I'm fond of elves and felt loathe to fight them. Fortunately, our combat was more play-acting than anything. I had a good mental image of the kind of long-handled glaive I should be wielding, but though I swung it toward the elves and they gamely mimed being struck, the weapon did not visibly appear in my hands—and I was thankful that it drew no blood.

      So I marched forward on my pathetic elephant, going through the motions of bashing the elves (elves?!) with my invisible glaive, while they went through the motions of being knocked aside, until the jungle started to coalesce into a new kind of space, a kind of wide passage under an increasingly low ceiling. The texture of the ceiling interested me, and from my position atop the elephant I could reach up and just touch it. It was covered with a kind of thick cloth, like a yellowish patterned felt, and I reached into the seams between two pieces and felt something hard and smooth. I pulled it out and found an object streaked with yellow and brown that resembled a wild bird's egg, but it was too hard and irregular, so I thought it must be a stone. I slipped it into my pocket. The felt overhead was gaping at the seams so I grabbed it and tore it off, revealing a kind of wide hatch with a knob for a handle. I wondered what it might be concealing so I pulled it open... and found the dream space deconstructing, muffling me in a soft blankety texture. Instinctively I tried to protect myself by putting the stone I had just found in my mouth, but I was still being enveloped in the stuff. I tried to pull at it with my hands, and as my fingers sank into it I was struck by the familiarity of the texture, like coarse sheep's wool—not the clean feel of a fleece, but the dirty, oily texture it has when it is still on the sheep. That was the last thing I felt before waking.
    3. Drips

      by , 01-03-2013 at 07:20 AM
      It began walking down the streets towards a Target store at night. I was walking down the street and felt the need to check my hands on the way there. The environment didn't feel so real at the time. I felt that performing a reality check would be a good idea. I looked down at my palms and only notice my hands. I never counted them, I think. If I do a reality check in reality I usually just read the word "Dream" on my left wrist. But something good did come out of this in the end...

      I don't remember doing much inside the Target's store. I walked out of it after a bit and saw my father outside. I ignored him and walked over to the right side of the store. I saw a long way down to the far back of the store. There was probably nothing there. I walked over to that area and checked. On my way there I saw a recent friend I used to know in waking life standing in front of a store. Her name was Varaporn. She didn't look much like the one I saw when I was attending piano class with her but it still turned out good later.

      When I finally reached the back of the store, I decided to go back to the front. As I was walking back, I saw Varaporn. I noticed she was staring at me, so I stared back and gave her one of my flirting stares. I looked away but before I continue on, she yells my name. I walked up to her to see what she wanted. Despite her not looking exactly the same as she does in real life, she was still good looking in the dream.

      When I walked up to her, she escorted me to the store with a few other guys I used to go school with. One of their names was Robert but I couldn't remember the other one. The store we walked in to was a thrift shop. When were in there, Varaporn changed her face structure. I had no idea! She offered me "special services." At first, I was afraid to catch an infection from the woman. I made up an excuse and told her that my father was waiting for me. She didn't want me to leave but I also didn't wanted any diseases.

      The area below is not suitable for children. Viewer discretion is advised.

      At this time, I thought more about reality. I really wanted to have sex. Somehow I knew it was a dream but wasn't sure if I could still catch a disease. I did her anyways. I didn't want the dream to end already, so I walked up in front of her, made out a little, took down my pants, placed her on a sofa in front of me, took off her pants, stuck my penis in there(it felt like breaking), tried to thrust her but couldn't, made out with her some more and tired to thrust her while doing it, then I woke up.

      Updated 01-03-2013 at 07:23 AM by 51686

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      lucid , non-lucid
    4. 32nd Shared Dreaming Attempt - Mayatara's Dream

      by , 09-17-2011 at 10:22 PM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Mayatara's Dream

      Thai guy
      Even before falling asleep, an hipnagogic experience: some guy is talking to me in thai. After a while of listening to him, I realized I was starting to dream and got back to waking state and wondered: 1) how the hell I knew he was speaking thai? 2) why the hell I seemed to be understanding perfectly well what he was saying to me?

      Sequence of absurdities
      I'm looking for Nighthawk and while I'm at it, I go through a sequence of bizarre dreams.
      At some point I enter a building looking for the WC and someone guides me to the elevator, which doubles as WC. Once I get inside and sit on the toilet, the elevator goes up and once I'm done and flush the toilet, the elevator goes down again. I find that bizarre, but don't become lucid.
      Once I open the door of the elevator, I watch some aliens coming out from a secret door across the corridor. They have a strange shape, like elongated bells, with no clear head. They move slowly and don't emit any sound. I wasn't supposed to have seen them. Some men in black appear out of nowhere with a needle to stick on my neck and in a millisecond I realize I'll be unconscious and probably dead if I don't act fast. So I offer all my resistance. The needle guy is able to stick it 1 or 2 millimeters in my skin, but I fight back, steal the needle and stick it on him. Then I run as fast as I can. I find a door to the outside but unfortunately it leads me to a dead end, an internal patio with high walls around that don't seem to end.
      I fly upwards and find a kind of balcony where I land. The problem now is that there is a creature, half-dog half-bear, growling at me, ready to bite me. I just have time to fly again upwards, narrowly escaping its teeth. The walls continue, but finally I find another balcony. This one seems nice, with pots with plants, no wild animals in sight. Then I hear some voices... On the pots are talking carrots, with faces! They are commenting about my strange appearance and I think to myself "I am strange??? You're carrots and you talk!!" Stupidly, again, I don't become lucid.
      I keep going through the dream world and finally arrive at the place I think I was heading to from the beginning. It kinda looks like a school. I see Zilla and Gil and a few other familiar faces and they seem busy preparing Xmas cards and decorations. I wonder why. I ask Zilla if she saw Nighthawk and she says no, but asks me to stay and help them. I stay for a while just because I'm curious about what they are doing. They have little plastic reindeer's figurines and they are adding some props to the figurines. I decide this is so damn boring and keep on moving.
      A couple of bullies blocks my path for no apparent reason and I "kung-fu" them, throwing them down some stairs. One of them gets really hurt, with a broken leg or something and I feel sorry for him, but I show no remorse, or they might think I'm soft.
      Then I meet some guy I supposedly know and I ask him if he saw Nighthawk. He tells me he did see him on some wedding of a friend, where he had also been a guest. But that had been hours ago and he didn't know his current location.
      I'm about to give up. It's getting late and it's becoming dark. I see a bunch of people going to some nearby viewpoint over a valley and I decide to go see what's the reason for their excitement. That's when it starts the most amazing firework and I just stay there alone in the crowd, watching it melancholic.

      [comment: I should have been looking for Whiterain and WakingNomad instead, but I fucked it up]
    5. 16 Sep: Aliens, talking carrots and fireworks

      by , 09-17-2011 at 10:12 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream lucid false awakening

      1:00

      Thai guy
      Even before falling asleep, an hipnagogic experience: some guy is talking to me in thai. After a while of listening to him, I realized I was starting to dream and got back to waking state and wondered: 1) how the hell I knew he was speaking thai? 2) why the hell I seemed to be understanding perfectly well what he was saying to me?

      1:20

      [private]

      4:00

      Sequence of absurdities
      I'm looking for Nighthawk and while I'm at it, I go through a sequence of bizarre dreams.
      At some point I enter a building looking for the WC and someone guides me to the elevator, which doubles as WC. Once I get inside and sit on the toilet, the elevator goes up and once I'm done and flush the toilet, the elevator goes down again. I find that bizarre, but don't become lucid.
      Once I open the door of the elevator, I watch some aliens coming out from a secret door across the corridor. They have a strange shape, like elongated bells, with no clear head. They move slowly and don't emit any sound. I wasn't supposed to have seen them. Some men in black appear out of nowhere with a needle to stick on my neck and in a millisecond I realize I'll be unconscious and probably dead if I don't act fast. So I offer all my resistance. The needle guy is able to stick it 1 or 2 millimeters in my skin, but I fight back, steal the needle and stick it on him. Then I run as fast as I can. I find a door to the outside but unfortunately it leads me to a dead end, an internal patio with high walls around that don't seem to end.
      I fly upwards and find a kind of balcony where I land. The problem now is that there is a creature, half-dog half-bear, growling at me, ready to bite me. I just have time to fly again upwards, narrowly escaping its teeth. The walls continue, but finally I find another balcony. This one seems nice, with pots with plants, no wild animals in sight. Then I hear some voices... On the pots are talking carrots, with faces! They are commenting about my strange appearance and I think to myself "I am strange??? You're carrots and you talk!!" Stupidly, again, I don't become lucid.
      I keep going through the dream world and finally arrive at the place I think I was heading to from the beginning. It kinda looks like a school. I see Zilla and Gil and a few other familiar faces and they seem busy preparing Xmas cards and decorations. I wonder why. I ask Zilla if she saw Nighthawk and she says no, but asks me to stay and help them. I stay for a while just because I'm curious about what they are doing. They have little plastic reindeer's figurines and they are adding some props to the figurines. I decide this is so damn boring and keep on moving.
      A couple of bullies blocks my path for no apparent reason and I "kung-fu" them, throwing them down some stairs. One of them gets really hurt, with a broken leg or something and I feel sorry for him, but I show no remorse, or they might think I'm soft.
      Then I meet some guy I supposedly know and I ask him if he saw Nighthawk. He tells me he did see him on some wedding of a friend, where he had also been a guest. But that had been hours ago and he didn't know his current location.
      I'm about to give up. It's getting late and it's becoming dark. I see a bunch of people going to some nearby viewpoint over a valley and I decide to go see what's the reason for their excitement. That's when it starts the most amazing firework and I just stay there alone in the crowd, watching it melancholic.


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    6. Irene

      by , 09-14-2010 at 05:31 PM (The Midnight Train)
      Date: Friday, April 16, 2010 5:30:27 AM PDT
      I go back to study in NZ. I enter a class with a similar set up to a Thai class. I see an old friend who used to be in my Thai classes in primary school I tell him that he is in the wrong class because he is too short but I am only teasing. I see Irene sitting about the middle of the class but slightly to the left. She saved the seat beside her for me, even though I was gone from the school. She is still wearing last year's uniform though. She talks to me but she is different. Not as gentle but more open and expressive.
      Daytime. First person perspective.

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    7. Isarn

      by , 08-30-2010 at 12:59 PM (The Midnight Train)
      I am buying clothes with my mom in Thailand at a night market. She says that they are fake but she will sell them as reals to get more profit. I am not ok with that but the shop owner even says that it's ok and like pretend that she never told us that they are fake. A big truck passes by playing Isarn Thai music. I have a wooden percussion in my hand and play along with the music (the percussion is usually made of brass). I even remember the rhythm. dotted quaver, semiquaver, crotchet over and over. But the percussion piece sucks and doesn't make much of a sound.

      In a dream before that or you could say another event before that, I am in a posh building and talking with the security guard. He says that your mom (who presumably owns the building and whatever business she runs) should offer customers with insurance who come into the building for their personal belongings. He says a 75,000 TB insurance would do. Isn't that a bit much.