Lucid-schizo-dreamer

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I see movement on my kitchen terrace through the glass door. One female dog decided to make a home there with her three pups and they are gorgeous, look like Akitas, just like my Hachi.

I encounter a lost love from school at some big event. He is Nighthawk, but at the same time he isn't. I don't want to be pushy, but I feel like I don't want to get away from him ever again. Luckily he seems to feel the same, because he finds all sorts of excuses to sit by my side when everybody heads to the tables to eat some meal. He even makes someone get a stool and sit on it, so we can sit side by side. And because there is no space, we have to get really really cozy.
We end up sleeping together. I just remember waking up naked in a bed by his side and him saying I should go check a rash I have on my butt and I feel embarassed.
Well, I didn't know but he had become someone rich and powerful and the next day my mom calls me because she read in one of those gossip magazines about celebrities, that he had been spotted on the event very intimate with me and he was asked about it and he said I was someone he would like to keep by his side for the rest of his life.
My mom was already asking if he had asked me to marry him and if I was rich now. I was overwhelmed by all that and I told her certainly I wasn't rich or I'd have noticed. But feeling confused about what exactly had happened between us.[/COLOR]

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

At my parent's home, when my dad still lived there, staying in my old bedroom with Riverstone. Some awkward moments in which my dad enters the room by storm, just because. He then leaves the house and finally we get some peace. I wake up in the morning and there are some ten Arab dudes who all look alike, in the hallway and coming out of the living room.
My mom says there was a wildfire in the hills behind the building and since we didn't hear her calling for help during the night, she has picked up some dudes from the street who offered to help evacuate the family and our animals. Yeah, but why are they all clones?
Then I go to the window and find strange how there was a fire, since we are in the winter, and it's cold and foggy outside. But not even 5 mins later, it dries up and warms up and I see a gigantic cloud of smoke arising from behind the hill and understand the fire restarted. Then I see uprooted trees levitating towards the sky and I am also being pulled and see it from above. Something or someone is collecting individuals of each species to repopulate a new Earth. I feel sad and hopeful. We are doomed but at least someone is trying to give this beautiful diversity of life a chance somewhere else.

I was in the coolest high school ever. The school had a basement that was exclusively for the students to hang out and all of them, with a few exceptions, looked like a rock star, a movie star or a model. I think there were only a couple of geeky nerds who looked pretty average.
One day a new student comes in, he is a bit older and a bit cranky and anti-social. He looks like a young David Bowie, but unfriendly. One night he decides to stay in school through the night and hides in said basement. What he doesn't know is that the place is monitored by cameras that stream everything online in a group we are all part of.
He puts on some punk music, he smokes a joint and then he undresses and gets in his underwear. He dances like crazy, not knowing we are all watching. We find it funny, but we don not intend to shame him. So we send the group of coolest kids in school, who are non-other than the Beatles. They go downstairs to surprise him and we all watch it as it happens. It's hilarious when he gets caught. Then we all join and we explain he had been on camera all the time. We actually came to prevent him doing something that could actually embarrass him beyond repair. But he doesn't understand and says he will sue us for filming him.

Later on I see a group of kids building an indoor pool just across a classroom where I have a lots of classes. Zilla is with me and we comment about it. There is another pool outside, but that one is controlled by a group of older kids and although one of them is my childhood friend Carla, she behaves like she doesn't know me and doesn't help us getting access to the pool.
But now we will be able to get out of the classroom and jump right in the pool. We talk to the guys building it. They are just so nice and this school is so unreal.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I woke up in my teenage bedroom at my parent's house. There is a noise of jets outside and I go check it out and see three Northrop black planes passing by. They are flying quite low. But the stranger thing is they come back and pass in front of my window a couple more times and then come even closer and start circling my building as if scanning it. Last circle they slow down and come really close to my window, like less than a meter away and I realize they are tiny, no more than a meter wide, so they are actually unmanned drones and they seem to be very interested in me. Were they looking for me or did I attract their interest for being up staring at them while everyone else sleeps?
I then remember getting my phone to film, but it's too late, they are gone. Meanwhile my mom is awaking and I wanna tell her, she will freak out, but she is dressed up already and in a hurry to go somewhere for a few days for some conference. I feel worried, she never leaves abruptly like this.
Later on my father opens the door to a lady and her son. I don't like the woman, she is full of herself, but her son is actually a cool kid. They seem to be trying to fix us together, but there's no way, he is just a kid. Am I also a kid? Because I don't feel like it. I show him my room, the room from my teen years. He likes the furniture but dislikes the arrangement and gives me some advices on decoration. I'm like "seriously?".

I go to a museum with Riverstone and Nighthawk. At some point I split from them and go to the museum shop where something strange seems to be happening. There is some lady from a religious organization and a bishop and they are talking some fundamentalist shit to people. Clearly something is about to happen, and I decide to get out from there. But when I reach the door, a fat lady is locking it up with everybody inside. People seem confused and nonreactive, but I protest violently and even start crying making up that my mom is the hospital and I need to go see her. They don't care, they are doing a protest and basically taking everybody in the museum as hostages. They take us to an auditorium and force us to watch some kind of play, that I am sure is meant to brainwash us into their cause. But after offering resistance repeatedly and they reacting violently, I decide to resist by being a nuisance and making noise with some plastics I had in my bag and loud commentaries throughout their attempted play.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

A real-life storm hit us and I had a hard time falling asleep because of the noise of the violent winds and rain. So I dreamt about it.
I am trying to keep my family safe from the storm, so I check all windows and doors. Then I realize this storm has something evil in it and is trying to break in. I can hear and feel the monsters outside breathing and scratching. My aunt is somehow hypnotized by their calling and tries to let them in. I fight to stop her, but she manages to open a window. As I run to close it, I see the shadows outside. They are getting closer and closer.
Meanwhile she goes downstairs to open the front door. I run after her. My humble home seems like a huge castle now. At the end of a huge staircase is a huge wooden door, 3 mts high and she is opening it. I scream "Nooo"! but arrive to late. After a moment of silence, they start coming inside. But instead of demons with fangs and claws, I see Snow White and Cinderela and other characters of the kind. I show surprise and when Snow White is right in front of me I say "So, you're the monsters?". She looks into my eyes and says "You bet. We're gonna fucking kill you." and she tries to hit me. I stop her punch and say "No way, bitches!" and I punch her back and then I have an epic fight with all these Disney princesses from hell.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

He's been sneaking in lately and I try not to follow his trail. But tonight I had been requested to grab something from his home. He is there but he is busy preparing a table. I think he will be having visits later on. I help him with the towel while we speak about nothing. I forget all circumstances and we chat like good old friends. Accidentaly, he comes closer and I feel his warmth and everything surfaces. I feel embarassed that my feelings are so very alive. I leave.
But I forget to bring along what I had been instructed to bring, so I wait until he leaves and I break into his house to get it. But then he also returns and catches me there. But instead of angry, he looks almost relieved that I came back. We talk a bit more and although he keeps mentioning a girl named Raquel for no good reason, I can tell he isn't happy and is just pretending to be ok.
Eventually I leave again and lots of things ensue.
Maybe the most interesting is the ice skating ring floating in the sky. There's an elevator to get there and the ice sheet is transparent like glass, so on the ground we can see people skating up there and the skaters must have quite a view under their feet.
Eventually a cloud forms with 5 or 6 tornados. Why do they always come when I'm upset? My mom, who appears from nowhere, is about to be hit by a tornado when she risks her life to save a little girl who's on its path. But I get there first and I apply all my anger to destroy the tornado with a kick.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I had the clear feeling that I wasn't simply dreaming, but that I had been transported to a parallel universe. I found myself on a street, early morning, gray sky, trying to recognize the place, when a group of around 6 people gathered nearby and one of them sees me and says "Ah, xxxxx, there you are! We thought you were late. Didn't you see us over there?". I wanted to say "Who are you?" but I let myself go and just watched. They were all super excited. I realized they were all scientists, apparently physicists and I was the team leader who had made some scientific breakthrough. I was supposed to have discovered a way to travel freely in space-time.
So they took me to the lab and were expecting me to share my revolutionary discovery with them, so we could work on it. But I was visibly disturbed (they thought I was just tired) and so the guy who first talked to me, took me to a lounge to try to get me back to focus. I realized there was something going on between the two of us (or between him and my alternate me): maybe we were dating, maybe we had had a relationship, maybe we were in love but not yet assumed it... I couldn't tell. But we sat on a table, drinking a hot coffee and talking about music. He showed me some old music sheets, tremendously excited, reading and singing along the classical tune and expecting me to fully understand his excitement. Because I didn't share his excitement he asked me to read the sheet and see the magnificence of it. I could see it was an antique, I realized it was an unpublished work of some great composer, but I couldn't read it and then he thought there was something very wrong about me.
I didn't want to say I was from a parallel universe and that I was no genius and knew nothing about all those things, so instead I said I was going through an amnesia episode.
Very worried and disappointed, they took me home, hoping that all I needed was some rest. My home was the exact same home I live in. My dad was staying with me for some days. But when I arrived he was praying over a rug, on the same spot where in my actual life I have my meditation corner. He turned to me, upset that I had disturbed him and I saw he had a beard and was dressed in a robe. He was muslim and apparently had a conflict with his daughter (my alternate me), who was a materialistic scientist and did not understand his faith. (That blew my mind, because in my world he is the materialistic guy who feels disappointed at me for being a buddhist.)
I excused myself and went to my room. Laid on the bed thinking about the extraordinary of all that and how I had gotten there and how I could go back to my life. I concluded my other self probably went too far with her experiences of travel in space-time and went to my world and because there could not be two of us, she caused a switch of places, sending me automatically to her world.
I started to relax and feel numb and closing my eyes and then I woke up on the same bed, but in my real world