Lucid-schizo-dreamer

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Something with Zilla. I am preparing toasts in a kitchen and I put lots of margarine on it. Can't remember details, but she and a friend are in the next room making arrangements for something and I can see and hear through the walls and I am feeling excited with this ability. There is a guy too and at some point they all take a bus and I know from my super-power that the the guy is carrying a good amount of money with him and they advised him to be discreet.

Me and mom drive into a very degraded neighborhood, looking for the house of a lady to pick her up for something. Some houses are falling apart, people here are really poor. On arrival to the address, my mom crosses path with her older brother who doesn't get along with her and vice-versa, but he tries to get a ride from us. She pretty much ignores him and goes to sit on some low wall that surrounds he area. He then goes away with someone else. Then a third person says that maybe we should have been more sympathetic, that the man is down because one of his grandfathers died. But this grandfather isn't grandfather of my mom. He was a well known gypsy with a reputation. My mom doesn't feel any obligation of anything and anyway we also had family members dying and he never showed up.
We pick up the person we came for, she lives with kids in the basement of one of these houses.
We go to the city center, go through some place like a street market, looks like a dystopian future, but everyone dresses like the 80s, including us. There is a celebration of an election going on, but it looks chaotic and dangerous like in a Mad Max movie. And we are worried about two street kittens that mom used to feed in this area and were forced to move on to another area and now we can't find them.

Visiting my university and particularly the student's association. All is so different, dark, degraded, once again Mad Max like. Instead of political work the kids are having hardcore parties and the association looks like a really shabby non-recommendable club.

I go outside and walk the streets and I spot a little squirrel looking for food. I have some cat food with me and I slowly approach and try to feed him. When he finally caves in and comes eating on my hand, I sit on the floor against a wall. Then some guys come warn me that I am sitting against the Israel's embassy and that I'd better move on or they'll find suspicious and shoot me. I get up and as I walk towards their entrance, I am dragged by a crowd who is also in celebration mode and apparently welcoming someone important. I don't want to have anything to do with that, so I cross the road only to see myself in the path of a car with black windows, escorted by bikes and lots of security. Once again I really don't want to be in the middle of all this.

At home, I check my non-lethal traps for rats. All empty. And then I hear noises in the walls and realize they are infested with rats nests. I open a few holes and there they are, some very large rats. And they look at me with their really cute eyes like challenging me, knowing that I don't want to kill them. But I think I need more traps and maybe will even try to catch them by hand, as they are so many.

A post apocalyptic scene with zombies. I am watching from a distance a man on top of a car in the middle of water. He thinks he is safe there, but the water is knee deep and 3 zombies head towards him. Luckily we're dealing with slow zombies. So I have time to go there and try to help. As I fight through the zombies, a military jeep comes by with half a dozen soldiers, men and women, and they take care of it. They take the man who is injured and say are they can't take me as the jeep is full. But 3 ladies in the back seat squeeze themselves and still find a little space for me. On the way they are arguing with one of them who shoots black zombies more than whites and he does so also to those zombies who are not an immediate threath. Since there is an official program to find a cure, the protocol states they only kill the ones they really have to, but they noticed this guy is trigger happy regarding black zombies. He denies but everybody can see he is a racist and is using the opportunity to shoot some black people in the hopes that when the cure is achieved, the world will have less of them. We are shocked.

Somewhere in a middle eastern town. In some compound with my dogs in a garage. My dog Lady finds a way to break the gate and they all run outside and disappear in the labyrinth of a street market. I freak out at the idea they get lost and don't come back, so I follow them and shout their names, so they don't lose me as a reference. I spot Maya and Soraia and lure them to me. Since they are the smaller ones, I grab them and then go look for the others. It is easier to get the other to follow if I carry these two. But on the way back, Maya and Tara become human girls and they want to buy scarfs from a salesman. I say no, Tara insists. She gets a blue scarf and somehow she has the money to pay, but she doesn't leave a tip. The couple of owners and their family start saying profanities and insulting the girls, but they speak in portuguese and I realize they are actually a portuguese family. I go to them and very politely I say that I understood all they said. They feel awkward. I explain she doesn't know about tips and the local customs, even I didn't know, but that they are the best people and don't deserve to be insulted that way. I leave a tip them and then we go away.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

22:00

Helping out
Someone wants me to save someone else from something, but I clarify we’re just in a dream, so no point to stress out. This person cries. I promise to help.

0:00

Feeling two bodies simultaneously
I was falling asleep, but then something strange happened: I felt I was lying on my bed, but although I know my BF was lying by my side, I could not feel him, so I stretched my hand out to reach him. At first I felt nothing, but then I felt his knee. He moaned and asked “what?”, I say it was nothing, but I was in such a state in between sleep and vigil, that I felt myself dissociating from my body: I felt simultaneously my “real” body on my bed and I felt myself floating above the bed on a dream or astral body. I made some sound like “wooow” and he moaned to me “are you ok?”. I was hardly able to speak or even hear my own voice by then, but I kinda moaned back “wow, I have two bodies!”, then he replied something like “you’re sleepy”, I laughed exhilarated and fell completely into the “dream body”.
[in the morning I asked him about this and he doesn’t recall it happening. It might be that it was all a dream from the beginning, that the conversation we had was already a dream or that he simply forgot.]

Chemtrails
Already disconnected from my waking body, I watch hypnagogic imagery. I got caught on some image where I was looking through a window to the sky. Although everything I see around is dark and undefined, the night sky outside is very clearly defined and I see an airplane passing low and leaving a large trail. When the airplane comes back and leaves another trail, I am sure he is leaving chemtrails. I know I am not awake but I am also not sure that I’m dreaming. I go through a short blackout and then I find myself outside on the street under that sky. My mother is with me. We look at the trails and I tell her we should go inside because it might be some nasty chemical. She is very worried. I pinch my arm to do a RC, I confirm I’m not awake, so I don’t feel so worried.
I turn back and face a large residence. We’re on the back yard. I talk to some DCs who seem to be college students. I go inside.

LDers secretariat
I meet my BF on some room, but he is very agitated and leaves right after. He goes down some stairs to the front door. I go after him but I halt on the corridor, because I see 3 doors all with signs on the door saying ”Lucid dreamers” or "lucid dreams". One is closed, the other is open and there's some guy inside but he is busy talking to someone, so I enter the last one. There’s a lady there, but she says I’ll have to come back later because she is on her break. I see she has a badge with her name, so I ask her if I can check her name once more, just so I can recall who she is on waking up. She is in a hurry and with very little patience, but she turns to me once more before closing the door and I read: Eliza Dias.

Students protest
I walk to the stairs and I pass by some window that I open to see what’s going on down there after all. The police are taking some kid in custody. His colleagues are protesting. I fly down to meet them and I ask what’s going on. They say the police came with a list of names and is taking away one by one. They say they did some demonstration days before and they are coming for them. Others don’t agree it is because of that and say a smaller group of protesters invaded a bank to stage some action there and the cops are only taking them. Meanwhile the police comes back and starts calling for more names. The kids form a block together, not allowing the cops to take them. I join them for support.

3:00

Bus ride
I enter a bus and it is my friend M. Silva who is the driver. I had just bought a ticket at a counter at the bus stop but now I’m having troubles finding it. She says it’s ok, but I must sit on the seat across from her and talk with her. I was followed by friends – Zilla and others – who want me to sit with them on the back but I tell them to go without me. Don’t recall what happened in detail, but either she or some other lady who sat by my side freaks me out, because through her ears I can see the inside of her head, which has a big fire raging. I run to some seat somewhere in the middle of the bus, which now seems like some conference room. My seat has a board over it full of pens and pencils and I have to organize them all before I take the seat. Then I see my friends in the back who signal me to go meat them. I go. Outside is raining and my clothes are all wet. They hand me over something to wear. I change. I wear something apparently too sexy with large boots. Someone comments I shouldn’t wear those improper clothes, but I say I have nothing else and won’t keep the wet clothes on.

5:00

University
Walking around some university, wearing a white robe, like that of doctors. I feel like I’m studying medicine there and I’m looking for a colleague because I’m worried about a paper we should have worked on. I pass by some open and circular room which is like a small projection room. All is dark, but I see people sitting on the seats as if waiting for something. I turn the lights on and the projector which plays a movie. They thank me. I spot some guy I have a crush on but he doesn’t say a word. Instead, some geeky guy I don’t like, grabs my arm to thank me and asks me for a kiss. I shake him off and say no. I run to the restroom. When I see myself in the mirror, I look awfully tired. I put some make up on, but I exaggerate and then have to take it off. I go out and bump into the girl I was looking for. It’s Mónica M. I tell her I’m worried because I didn’t do anything on that paper and neither she did say anything to me on that. She smiles and says “Hey, we’ve finished our courses already. Forget about the paper.” I suddenly recall it’s true, I have my degree for years. I become lucid.

Trying to rip the dream fabric
Dream fades and I end up on some place on the countryside where medieval dressed people seem to be building up a fair or a tournament site. There is a very high podium where two big guys are holding down some black guy and telling him he can choose either to be decapitated or thrown down that podium. He thinks the fall might give him some chance of survival so he chooses it. But it’s not going to happen yet, they are still rehearsing for the big date. I notice the black guy is some known comedian, so I guess this is all just a movie set and not a real thing. I walk down a road and at some point some people pass by me running because someone stepped over some beehive and the whole colony is after them and now after me, because they brought it in my direction. But I feel no stings, because I am still ware I’m dreaming. I am bored, I jump really high over some rice paddy fields and then decide to rise in the air. From up above I try to rip apart the dream fabric. I wish to get out of the imagery but not end in the blackness. Instead I wish to go to the luminous state of mind, free from imagery, where I can meditate free from distractions. But it doesn’t work. The best I can achieve is opening with my hands a little gap on the scenery from where a brief flash of light irradiates. I give up and decide to just plunge in the rice paddies, visualizing the light, hoping to meet it.

Slaughterhouse
I go through the blackness and suffer brief SP vibrations and sounds (a long time since it happened), then I find myself on a belt of a slaughterhouse, among dead bodies of cows, heading to a giant saw. I know it’s a dream, but still the idea of being cut in half creeps me out so I jump out of the belt. There are parts of animals everywhere, blood splattered on the walls, the image is horrendous, but I try to keep calm. I make a prayer for those beings and recall the light once more. Some light invades this dark creepy room through some slits on the walls.

The Light
Dream fades again and I go through SP one more time. I hear a Bollywood song playing in my head and I feel gentle vibrations throughout my entire body, rising from my feet to my head. It ends with vibrations on my 3rd eye. I hold on and find myself on a very luminous landscape. Below I see grass and trees, but above the trees there’s only a very bright, radiant white light pervading everything. I wish there was only the light, so I rise up in the air, to leave the ground behind and be totally immerse in the light, with no images to distract me. I imagine myself sitting on a lotus flower in mid air. But once there’s only light in all space, my mind starts to drift and I am dragged once more into SP. Then my BF moved and woke me up.

7:00

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED


3:00 GMT

Gore nightmares
I had a long night of really gore nightmares. I didn’t made a huge effort to recall them, because they were so bloody uncomfortable, but some images were just carved in my memory.
First I recall being forced to watch some guy being tortured to death. A group of men crushed and shredded his limbs and while he was being hanged from somewhere, they were plucking bits of flesh and bone slowly from him, to prolong the excruciating pain. I recall making an effort to wake up from this awful dream but not being able to do so right away.
Later I recall being chased by some guys – possibly the same ones, from whom I had escaped – and they are trying to kill me with an axe. I’m inside some barn, jumping fences and what have you. They hit some innocent guy (caught in the middle) in the chest with the axe, which explodes in a shower of blood. I then fight one of the guys and get his axe from him. Then I’m forced to defend myself by using it against them. I feel really bad for using so much violence, but I see no other solution. I cut some arms and legs and kill or mortally wound them all. Then I don’t recall anything else.

8:00 GMT

Back to University
I’m at a university, which is different from the one I attended, but I still feel It's my university. I’m visiting the corridor where I used to have some classes in the amphitheatres when a group of students passes by me, freaking out, because they were in charge of booking a room for their class and they messed up and the room is now occupied with another class. Before their professor arrives, I help them finding an empty room. They thank me and go inside. I continue down the corridor, feeling very nostalgic about college life.
I am then invited to join a special class for ex-students visiting from all over the world on this special day. I’m sitting on the left row of tables a large room which looks more like a warehouse or a barn. It’s clearly an improvised classroom to welcome such a big group. I do a trick with a pencil, like making it stand up on the table, to impress a colleague next table and this triggers my lucidity. I decide to leave this place and go outside. I think about flying through the roof or crossing the wall, but end up just walking through the door, because I don’t want to disturb the other DC’s or dreamers’ dream. The professor calls for my name and either is asking me to go back to my place or for input on something. But I smile and say “No, no, I’m out of here. Have a good day!”

The hidden treasure of the Town of Denn
Outside I think I can use this opportunity to achieve the RPG goal. So I see some woods and think this could be the forest outside the Town of Denn, but there’s no town around so I must look for the real one, not settle for this weak version. But here there are no holes on the ground, no walls, no doors, nothing I can use as portal and I’m not so good at just opening portals yet. So I decide to simply spin over myself while wishing to teleport to Denn. It has the double function of making lucidity stronger.
When I stop I am on top of a hill over the Town of Denn. There’s an earth road spiralling through some stone walled terraced gardens to the centre of the town. I see farmers working, I see people taking water from a well, I see merchants, etc. People are dressed in very colourful medieval clothes, mostly in brown, green and wine tones. There’s a lot of activity going on and I would have loved to just observe it, but I must not let it distract me or I will not finalize my task. I fly down over the city centre but I only stop at the outside walls to look around into the woods. Where to look for the treasure? It could be anywhere. I decide to go to an area where the fortress walls are breached. It’s as good as anywhere else and it is the place where the forest outside is more dense. But once I’m there I have no clue where to dig. I just try to follow my instinct. I see a stone at the very end of the wall, which looks completely different from the rest. It is whitish and smooth. I clear the dirt from it and find some inscriptions as if it is from a tomb. It clearly doesn’t belong there. I lift it up, hopeful to find something under it. I find nothing, just more dirt, but I decide to dig right there. But then when I turned the stone over to put it on the floor, I noticed some concavity on it and inside it I found a small box. I get it out and it seems made of plaster, because it is white and light. But it ain’t soft and malleable like plaster. It has some high relief patterns carved and some rest of paint in pinkish and bluish tones. The drawing looks like a Mayan design On the bottom right of this strange box there is a round button. I press it and it opens in two pieces. The two pieces have more carved drawings, on the left plaque more patterns, like stylized roses and crosses inside circles and on the right plaque carvings of animals, like a whale, a moose and you name it, floating between clouds in the sky and coming down to earth. The plaques then split up into 5 and then 10 parallelepiped pieces. But it wasn’t broken, it was some automated mechanism. I then started moving these little parallelepiped pieces in my hand and found out they were magnetic and could be put together again in different combinations. They kind of naturally started to rearrange themselves into a different sequence and formed completely new designs. On the left plaque there was now some kind of reddish monstrous creature and on the right plaque a different kind of yellowish monstrous creature with what seemed to be a monstrous robotic dog under his command. I was like “What is this about?” Then I realised there were probably many more combinations of the plates which would explain who these creatures were and what was the meaning of all this and what this thing was for. But I started to slip out of the dream and I woke up.

10:00 GMT

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

00:00 GMT – sleep

Crossing Transylvania on the way between University classes
On a Portuguese class at the university. The teacher is (once again) my colleague Silva. I’m not paying attention, she notices and I have no shame in recognizing it. She scolds me but I say what matters is that I pass the exams. I’ve always been a nerdy student so all my colleagues are surprised with my attitude. I tell them the classes are quite pointless, that it is much more efficient to study at home, so I couldn’t care less.
I leave the class and outside I’m planning to go to my next class, which I think is biochemistry or similar and that one might be good to be there. As I cross the long building, I then realise it’s not on this area. To get to the other classroom I need to catch a train. I walk through a garden, I turn right and enter a gate (actually, the gate was closed and I flew over it) and then land on top of some stairs and enter a building, supposedly where I can get the train. It's all very 19th century looked-like, including the train itself and the people on board.
The funny thing is that this train has to pass through Transylvania (yeah, why not) before it takes students to the university precinct on destination. It crosses some really creepy and deserted areas, with mushy grey hills. There’s a couple sitting a few seats in front of me and the lady is holding a white cat on her lap, which starts hissing and scratching the window, looking terrified. The owners don’t see a thing outside but when I look to check I see a dark hideous creature, like a werewolf, with a devilish look in his eyes, watching the train passing by. Either there are several of them or the werewolf can disappear in thin air and reappear in another place, because I keep seeing it appearing, like following us. It gives me the creeps so I close the window shutters not to see it.
Then a kid comes to me and asks me if I have food. I say I almost have nothing to share and he gets angry. He says he is willing to pay a symbolic price, so I say he can go to a nice bakery on our destination stop, if he has money. But he keeps insisting, so I see on my bag what I have and decide to give him some bread I carry. I also have algae and mushrooms but I’m sure he is not into that. He grabs it and turns away, without a thank you. Weird, I think.

6:00 GMT – wake up

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:30 GMT – Sleep

Fragments: Björk in a colourful dress. Stuff about my travel to Japan.

2:00 GMT

Decorating a bar
On a terrace or penthouse, helping my mom decorating it. We decide where to put two bookshelves and at last minute she decides changing their place to maximize the space. This place is cozy but doesn’t look like a home to live in, more like a bar with glass walls around and view over the city. There are sofas in the middle and a bar desk on the left side. After we finish decorating it, the building starts shaking (recurrent dream) but this time I manage to stabilize it just by wishing it to stop.

Watching and being on other people's skin
Then I am an observer of a couple’s story. She is coming to this bar, she is a beautiful blond med student, coming for first time to this city for some event. She is married to an older guy who loves her very much but also has a secret affair with an older woman. This girl is not happy with her relationship but she thinks her husband is so devoted she can’t possibly hurt him. Then she meets a young doctor at this bar and they instantly connect and speak all night. She ends up in his apartment and they sleep together. She feels no guilt but her husband then calls to know where she is, because she was supposed to have taken the night train. She lied that she lost last train and had to sleep at train station. He is sick worried and promises to go get her immediately by car. She runs to train station and wonders how she’s gonna tell him the truth.
Then I’m back on this bar, this time I am under the skin of a guy and another guy comes to me and asks me if I’m such and such person. I say yes and ask why. He says a friend told him great things about me and my last book published. I go humble and say it wasn’t that great and actually feel embarrassed.

Ivy League University
Then I’m myself and I’m outside. It’s early morning and I’m in front of what looks like some Ivy League University. I stand still for a while in front of its gates and hear some music coming from behind me, from what seems a parking meter. It is some hymn and it feels so enjoyable I listen to the end. Then I finally cross the street and enter the gates. I have some bags there and need to go get them to leave. I fly my way there and nobody cares except 3 or 4 guys who seem surprised and point at me. I land close to them and walk from there on. Some other guy and girl are walking around collecting signatures and donations for some health related NGO. I say I’m not interested right now and they don’t insist.

Sandy beach
Then the lawn becomes a sandy beach and I see kids playing. I spot a really cute baby alone in the sand and I pick him up, to find out it’s just a really believable doll. Then two girls come up and ask me to play with them. They have more of these dolls, girls and boys version.
I become lucid and decide I must remember this sequence of dreams since I had already woke up before and was too tired to write notes. So I believe I woke up and I start writing on my DJ, then I go back to sleep. Only later I really wake up frustrated that it was a FA and then had hard time recalling the dreams.

5:20 GMT

The attack of the Jennies
I go semi-lucid and decide to fly. I try to do that trick Neo does on Matrix, of kneeling down to lift off with high speed, but I only manage to jump a few meters high. I do some acrobatics in the air for fun or to impress someone. Then I decide climbing an old tree behind me that seems to impress some ladies on the ground. I see the clouds above me and I see a green pasture on top of a hill and I see a fence around a herd of cows. Then I put my hand on some tree branch and there’s a tarantula which gives me the creeps and I lose my semi-lucidity.
When I go back to the ground I actually feel sorry for the spider – it looked really old and I think it missed a leg.
It was becoming dark and I walk towards these ladies that look alike. All dressed in black, long straight hair and luminescent stripes on their outfits. Then I see them touching a guy and a girl which transform into copies of these ladies, with same exact look. When I realise they are up to no good, I hide behind a car and prepare to run but they spread like a virus and suddenly they are by my side. Just have time to fly away. Then no matter where I go they have taken over. I call them Jennies. In the morning I finally reach some property where some event is taking place and people still look normal. I think they are worth saving but how can I alert them and what can they do to defend themselves? I find my friend John Blacksmith and ask for his help. Because he is good at speeches, I tell him to interrupt the people talking and warning them, but when he gets the mic he doesn’t go straight to it. Through the window I can see Jennies coming. I push him and grab the mic and just say we’ve been invaded by some kind of aliens who take control over us just by touching us – most people think it’s a joke, but some lady asks me why do I assume they came to harm us. I say I don’t know if that’s the case, but whatever they are doing is not with our consent and therefore not acceptable. Anyway, soon they hear screams and realise it’s serious and start running in all directions. I escape through a sliding glass door behind me and fly to the roof. Soon they are everywhere and I don’t know what to do.

7:30 GMT – wake up