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    1. 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.
    2. 9 Jul: Quest to protect an Indian kingdom

      by , 07-09-2012 at 03:30 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am a very rich girl, travelling around with a retinue of warriors through India, looking for lands to buy. I encounter a remote kingdom, fortified within walls, a shadow of its past glory. It is ruled by a celestial being of pale green skin who has fallen from grace and no longer is able to bring good fortune to its kingdom.
      Houses are falling apart, farmers don't grow crops, artisans don't do their crafts. People seem to have given up on living. I offer to buy the kingdom and to provide the means to put people back to work. People rejoice and the green king, who is still a bit proud, but is too weak to oppose, opens his palace for us.
      Things are getting better, farmers are again in the fields planting, merchants are selling fresh goods, houses being rebuilt. When suddenly we are under attack.
      They had failed to tell us that some evil army (maybe from a rival kingdom, or from dark forces from another realm) was the reason of their misery, through its constant attacks and destruction of livelihoods. Me and my warriors rush up to close the gates of the kingdom. There is a sort of tunnel system around the external fortification, which they manage to break and we have to battle them while retreating through the tunnels. We finally manage to barricade the passage at some point, but we need a plan to keep going.
      The siege goes on and we are sent to seek the help of an enlightened being. We go out of the kingdom through a secret path and on our quest we arrive at a village on a hill. Nobody seems to talk the same language and nobody seems willing to even talk to us strangers.
      Close to a stone wall we take some rest and there is an orange tree on the other side, from where one of my warriors tries to get some fruits. A wasp stings him, but he is compassionate and spares its life. Then a bunch of wasps arise from the tree and fly towards us. We get up to run, but as they approach us, they transform into giant dark iridescent bugs and then fall on the ground in the form of rounded rectangular black magnetic stones. I receive in my mind the information that these are to be gifts to the Buddha that we are seeking. Then in the sky a path of bright constellations lits up and one that touches the top of a mountain nearby is in the shape of a Buddha. Now we have a "map" to follow. I pick up the stones and we start walking.
      On our way we encounter two evil witches blocking the path. They look beautiful and they summon quite a few other goddess-looking creatures who completely seduce my men with some magic spells. Possessed by lust they forget who they are and what they are here for and engage in an orgy with these girls. Very few seem to be strong enough to escape the spell and help me going through. Then the witches unleash a storm of biblical proportions. Drops of water the size of apples and hard as rocks, fall on us, sending the rest of the men to seek cover somewhere and dispersing us. I protect my head and keep going despite the pain. Then I see a little angelic girl crying in terror, trying to protect herself under some crevice on a rock. I forget about my intent, I run to the child and take her in my arms down the mountain and back to the village. I look for her home to reunite her with parents. She never says a word, but she leads me to a house. I realize the witches managed to divert me from my mission. Can compassion have become my weakness? When the door opens, I wake up.
    3. 28 Jan: Golden Buddha

      by , 01-28-2012 at 10:10 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Had a beautiful dream in which I met my Dream Guide. I was lucid and she was silent as usual. We were on the beach and she just moved her hands in the air, like painting a canvas and the air and the clouds smudged and made beautiful ethereal drawings in front of my eyes.
      I tried to do the same thing and I moved my hands in a way that made the sand dance. I envisioned a Buddha and the sand obbeyed my hands and sculpted itself into a solid Buddha sitting on a throne. When completed, the sand sculpture slowly started to transform into gold with incrusted jewels. I noticed that the throne was in fact a 3D mandala on top of which was the Buddha. He was part of it and also beyond it.
      Categories
      dream fragment , lucid
    4. 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

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    5. 15 Feb: Becoming a dragon and telling other dreamers about DV

      by , 02-22-2011 at 10:31 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

      22:30

      Bus trip
      Iím involved in politics. Thereís a vote for me to have some vacation. I go on a bus trip and the driver is a black guy. He looks tired and I fear he might fall asleep while driving, although the trip is relatively short Ė about 40 mins Ė so I decide to trust his driving.

      Amityville-like haunted house
      With some other people on an apartment we believe to be haunted. We see a kind of specter of a scary man walking around on some security footage and it creeps us out. He makes lights flash and even burst the lamps. He seems to be able to control whoever he wants to control and lead people to their suicide. First victim is a girl we find hanged in a room, second victim a guy we find all broken for having fell down the stairs. Even the cat gets possessed. Someone decides to strike back by calling him and facing him, but then I see my mom and my BF and I take them with me to the kitchen and we close the door behind us. We are pretty scared because after a while we feel the spirit presence among us. I feel it physically as if he is touching me and it causes all kinds of horrifying feelings and visions. At some point I suspect Iím dreaming, so I open the terrace door for some fresh air and look around, I do a RC, confirm the dream and decide to lift off. On one hand I feel relieved itís just a dream, but on the other hand I feel guilty for leaving them there, as maybe this is a shared dream and they are left alone in the nightmare.

      Castles and meditation
      Viewed from above, the apartment complex now looks like a doll house castle, very cute. From up in the sky I see another castle, much bigger, on top of a hill. It is as if it has no walls, so I see people inside it, as if they are on shelves. There are also many people floating around this castle, just hanging and I feel all these strange characters are indeed other dreamers. I float in the air, cross my legs to meditate, but I almost wake up. When back in the dream I am now inside some place and I sit facing a wall, not to distract myself. I try to visualize Buddhas and really feel their presence, but after some time I start seeing all sorts of lights and shapes on the wall, like light projections. I look back and see some girls with a overhead projector, preparing it to play some movie. I leave this place and find some very very quiet corner on an underground level of this building. Between the elevators and the exit to a parking, thereís a really zen corner with a waterfall on a glass wall, water falling on a pebble base and a garden behind the wall. I sit there, soothed by the sounds of the water and I manage to do a successful short meditation for a while. I feel the presence of Guru Rinpoche, but then I almost wake up. I hang on and dream becomes stronger, but not enough, so I must move to keep it going. I decide to finish the RPG task I left undone last time.

      Eating the fruit and becoming a dragon
      (RPG task)
      I enter one of the elevators and imagine it taking me to the same supplier market in Denn, where I was last time. The elevator drops me at a very busy cargo entrance area. I get out of the way of men carrying heavy loads to outside where merchants stands are selling produce to the villagers.
      I immediately see the strange fruit Iím supposed to eat on a fruit stand. I choose a small one and eat it. I keep walking around waiting to see if anything happens (itís supposed to give me some new magical power) but nothing happens. I then find a stand where people gather around, very agitated and I go check whatís up. Itís more of those fruits, but here they look bigger and better and are being served already cut and clean for free to the villagers. Two girls approach me and ask me what is it about. By the way they are so ďdefinedĒ and ďlucidĒ I realize they are dreamers. I tell them thereís a task on DV to come here and eat this fruit, which is supposed to give us new powers. They enjoy that, they say they also wanna give it a try and then we all grab some fruits to eat.
      Once we are served, we gather on the left side of this stand where they meet a third girl friend and they ask me more about DV. I first ask for their names and tell them mine. One girl says she is called what I perceived asďLollenaĒand the other what I perceive as ďSinoĒ(as in Portuguese for ďbellĒ; the equivalent sound in English would beďxenuĒ). The third girl to my left looks blocked, as if she couldnít remember her name, so I continue to explain what is DV and give them the url. Then the third girl finally says something. She tells me that she (or they?) is user of some other dream website and she tells me the name of it. First it sounded like Dreampaws, which I know exists, but I asked her to repeat and it wasnít that, although it was something similar, like maybe Dreampush (which I found later on waking up, that also exists). Iím not sure though, because it became fuzzy on waking up.
      Then we walk around the town and they ask me about the super-power. I say I donít know what it is and I also havenít felt anything different yet. We try telekinesis, morphing, etc, and it all goes very well, but I say I already had all these powers before, so it canít be it.
      Then we hear people scream and we see a big pinkish tornado coming right to the centre of the town. We combine efforts and we try to break the tornado apart. I see to my right another guy who is also trying to do it, so we are at least 5 people doing it. Soon the tornado fades away and is but a large pink cloud in the sky. People are cheering us and I lose the girls in the middle of the crowd. When I meet them again later (only the two girls with names) at the entrance of a tavern down a street, they had just been approached by some bullies and one of them sobs while the other comforts her. She admits to her friend that she owes money to those guys and donít know what to do. I pass by them and remind them weíre just in a dream, but they seem to have lost lucidity for good, so I keep going. Itís when I start feeling the effect of the fruit!
      I feel my body changing, my neck elongating, I walk in four limbs and then I spread my ďarmsĒ and I feel like I have wings. I flap them and slowly elevate in the air. I am still fundamentally human shaped, but I think I am becoming a dragon! It is hard to deal with this new body and I wobble a little bit in the air. At some point I lose balance all together and fall down on the floor. I think I come back to my human form.
      On the floor, I am facing the end of the street, which is the end of the town and I see a huge looming creature crawling in my direction. Itís another dragon.
      I immediately remember the talk I had with my dad during the day. He had asked me if I fear dragons when I meet them in my dreams and I had said no, in general they are friendly. But this one has a really dark energy and I immediately felt really scared. I run back to the town, looking for a place to take cover and hide. He steps up, trying to catch me and I only have time to duck under a wagon to my left and I see the dragon passing right by my side. He circulates the wagon and hits it repeatedly. I know itís a matter of time until he turns it over. For some reason I am really scared and convinced I canít beat this dragon. So when he is about to grab me with his claws, I decide to wake up.

      5:00

      Puppies
      Some guy is buying his kid a puppy. The kid opens up with me and says he didnít receive love from his father so he is doing this as a compensation. I get involved and I tell the guy about Puppy Mills and that he shouldnít support it by buying a puppy. Instead should go adopt a puppy from a shelter. I also say I hope this puppy wonít end up on a shelter later on if he gets tired of him. I take them to a shelter and the kid goes wild when he spots a little lion on some cage in the corner. He goes get it and hugs and kisses the lion. The animals are looked after by black androids.

      6:00

      Updated 02-23-2011 at 10:23 AM by 34880 (to correct spelling mistakes)

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    6. 12 Feb: Dinosaurs, Atlantis, alien witch and 2012 revelation

      by , 02-16-2011 at 12:51 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING
      3:00

      Dinosaurs
      I'm with my mom, my dad and other people. Do not remember the beginning, but we're crossing a strong water current. We see people who are already in the middle of the stream and we think it is better to go back or weíll be dragged. The problem seems to be that the city is under attack by dinosaurs. We hide in a building and everyone panics when a tyrannosaur and several raptors enter the place. The first raptors are so small that we manage to squash them with our feet, but then bigger ones follow and we get in real trouble. We manage to escape: I remember defending myself with a stick and closing some doors behind us, to buy some time.
      Once again we are facing the river, trapped on the margin, when a giant green hand emerges somewhere from the heights and takes me and my mother to the other side. I beg to bring my father along but Iím told thatís not going to happen. I imagine him fighting for his life and I feel an immense pain, but thereís nothing I can do.

      Atlantis
      Later Iím on some kind of classroom where I recognize some friends and classmates and also my BF. I'm on the 3rd row from the front. The teacher is a tall elegant lady of around 50 years old and is showing some maps with the evolution of the Earth crust and the shapes of the continents. She says that our present continents are moving to join in one large continent that is Atlantis. Some guys behind me laugh and tease her. She ignores them and continues to show the schematic. They say she's crazy and I turn back, upset and ask them if they did not learn in school about the movements of tectonic plates and that before the continents had todayís shape they had been together in one big continent. I tell them to put aside the mystical stories about Atlantis, if thatís whatís bugging them and to focus on the fact that the continents are coming together and that Atlantis is a good name as any other. But the teacher comes to me and says no, the mystic stuff also matters. She says the name Atlantis was not chosen by accident, but because "The Atlantis" will really come to life once more. She says sheíll explain that afterwards. I make a comment like "Oh man, I just wanted to help! They are not accepting anything that you say, so I was trying to make them at least understand the science behind it. She smiled gratefully, but at the same time shocked with the way I talked to her, so she scolds me to set an example. The guys behind me laugh at me really hard. They ask me to borrow a pencil and then they use it to remove ear wax and then return it to me. Like little kids. Disgusted, I throw it back at them.

      Back door seduction
      I'm on a tram or bus with Zilla, Licas and GonÁalo (a boy I knew from school who wasnít exactly fond of me). For some reason the driver stopped in the middle of an intersection and went away. We only notice it when we almost get hit by another bus and a passenger in a seat ahead gets up in panic and runs to the back.
      We exit the bus/tram and walk down a ramp on the right. When we are near a viaduct and a back entrance to a building and we pass by a small pond where I see a large butterfly, 40 cms wide, apparently drowned. I touch it and I realize it is still alive and I place it on dry ground. After drying off, the butterfly takes off and stops at a tree trunk ahead. We chat while we admire the butterfly and GonÁalo starts flirting with me. I play along and pretend we are lovers. I grab his ass, which feels very bony and I tell him he is extremely skinny. He replies that I could also have bigger boobs. We all laugh. The girls enter the building, but he grabs my arm and we stay behind. It seems like he actually enjoyed the play and wants to do it for real. He leans against the door almost violently and wants to have sex with me. I kinda share the mood, but we are interrupted by three ladies who wanted to enter the building and look shocked by the sight of us. We entered the building in a hurry so they donít have time to identify us and shortly after we are in a balcony with two couches and although my mood is gone he is still thinking about it as he tries the couches.

      5:00

      "In one year the world will enter into the darkness"
      Iím on a bus that seems to be leaving a village I know. At the last crossroad near the exit of the town, I see a man in a wheelchair who seems to have fainted. I am in shock and I look around to see if someone comes to help him but nobody comes. I go to the front of the bus to ask the driver to stop, but he also collapses at that moment. I just have time to grab the wheel and push the breaks. Zilla is also on the bus. We go outside and we see another person who just fell off a bike. We take her bike and ride it. Just a bit further ahead, from the opposite direction, comes a truck in zigzags and runs over a pedestrian who was on the sidewalk. Still in shock and confused, we pass beneath a tunnel and emerge in a city where we see heaps of people lying on the ground or just hanging around disoriented. We donít know what is happening, but we fear being hit by the same ďdiseaseĒ. We enter a building and we meet other friends on a loft to discuss what might be happening when we feel something in the air and a great commotion on the street again. I go to the balcony, the sky is golden and warm and I am fully hit by a kind of energy wave that makes the air vibrate. I feel a heavy weight and a pressure in my head and I stagger, stunned. A powerful and deep voice seems to come from the sky directly to my head. I canít recall word by word, but the voice delivered a message which was more or less like: "The time is coming. Within a year the world will enter into the darkness. Only those who remain as strong as a rock will not be taken."
      I become lucid with this energy wave on my head. When the wave is over and the message ends, I ask the others what they understood of the message. Zilla asks ďwhat message?Ē. Nobody else heard the voice and they also donít seem to believe me. They are probably just DCs.

      Fight with ninjas at Buddhist temple
      I go back to the balcony and down an emergency metal ladder. At the rear of this building there is a hill and looking up I see what looks like a giant stone Buddha at the top. I see a stone staircase and I go up, because I really need a calm place where to meditate on this revelation I just had. Reaching the templeís entrance I do prostrations to the Buddha and burn some incense. I hear someone crying behind me, I turn around and I see Zilla, who followed me. But she passes by me hiding her face, not wanting me to see her suffering. I then get inside the temple. I do not see anyone around. I follow a corridor and I find two large doors open to my left, revealing an inner room not normally accessible to the public. It has beautiful Buddha statues at all four corners. Then a sort of ninja appears and says that I shouldnít be there. He attacks me and we fight. Then two more guys come to help him. I continue to anticipate their moves but I start feeling tired and they manage to dominate me. I kick one of the guys in the crotch, but they seem trained to withstand pain, so it doesnít affect him. So I got the brilliant idea to caress him instead of hurting him. I touch his private parts gently and the guy gets really disoriented. Unfortunately that gives them the wrong idea and they decide to drag me to a room where they plan to rape me. One of them gets undressed really fast while the other two hold me down. I ponder whether or not I should play along, but I look at them a bit disgusted and decide not and to follow my first plan, which was to use sex as distraction. As soon as they let their guard down a little bit I fly through the window.


      7:30

      Alien witch
      I am with a horrible itching in my right hand. I see some skin lifted and bugs moving underneath the skin, like fleas. I squeeze them out in disgust. But there is also a kind of gelatinous creature that does not want to leave. It slips deeper into the skin, but after much struggle I manage to pull it outside. It is a kind of viscous red bag that seems to grow every second. I throw it to the ground and smash it, but this only frees the some kind of embryo from within the viscous bag. It continues to grow an becomes a monstrous fish, which struggles on the ground in distress. My aunt Lisa appears beside me and seems disgusted with the creature. Grabs it by the tail and throws it to the ground again, but I feel compassion for the beast. I say to Lisa that it is dying and thereís no point in hurting it even more. I cuddle it but the image of it choking is unbearable so I run to get a bowl of water and put it inside. Lisa says I'm crazy, that I should let this thing die, but I canít. I put it in water. Shortly after, it is breathing on its own. Then it becomes a kind of monstrous and disgusting cat furless cat. Now it is choking in the water, but even before I reach to help, he jumps out and after a few gulps of air, it flees to another room. I donít know what to do, so I wait. We hear really strange noises from the other room and then a sort of witch alien creature appears at the door. It definitely isnít a friendly creature, but because I have saved her life, she is thankful and wants to be my friend. She comes to me and I feel the urge to get out of the dream.

      8:00
    7. 30 Dec: Man in black attack again

      by , 01-11-2011 at 06:34 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

      23.45

      Fragments

      Iím at home with my new BF/fiancťe, who I donít recognize. I hear a kitten meowing and I look for him. Instead of a kitten, I find a dead bird drowned on something with water. I try to revive him with no success so I put him down on a shelf.

      I decide to organize the bookshelf which is full of diaries and albums. Zilla is with me and steals one of my most recent diaries and runs away to go read it. I try to get it back. She opens on a random page and finds an episode in which I confess (it even has pictures) of having had a crush for some teacher back in 2000.

      Somewhere on a road, buses are passing by and I should get into one, but have no idea which one would take me home. I make a sign to stop a random bus. One stops but not for me, only because one of its passengers was questioning the driver about the directions they were heading to and they are discussing it. I keep walking.

      2:30

      Ghosts
      Walking along train tracks with friends and mothers of friends. We see an airplane free falling and coming to hit the ground exactly where we are. I run and escape, but they donít. I then pass by a stand selling second hand clothes. I want to buy something because later I might have to wait for my mother standing outside in the cold and my clothes are really not warm enough. But I only have coins in my pockets and no wallet. I also realise I have no docs or keys to go back home. I keep going. Someone tells me Iím being escorted by ghosts and I find it is the ghosts of my friends. I decide to go meet their families to let them know. The first family I visit I encounter Carlos (a guy who had a crush for me in school) and I am happy to know that he is now an actor and performs for the benefit of several causes. But while the rest of the family accepts the news peacefully, he is the one over dramatizing.

      4:30

      Temples and farming tips
      On a Japanese temple in the middle of a lake. I become lucid when I hear birds singing and I can distinguish clearly the songs of each one individually. The sound of the water, the roughness of the rock and the colours of the wood, are all intense and detailed. I look around and I see this is a complex of temples. I float through the air in half-lotus position until I reach the main temple where I want to meditate. I offer prostrations to the Buddha with dozens of other persons from several distinct Buddhist schools. Then Iím invited to join a group meditation on a room to my right side, which I accept. The room is inclined, making it extremely uncomfortable to sit on the floor, but I manage to get a pillow to make it better. We are then interrupted by some lady who warns everybody that the last bus to go back to hotel is about to leave in 15 mins. I lose lucidity for a while and I think Iím with them, so when they leave I follow them. But along the way I recover lucidity and ignore them. I cross a bridge and find an agricultural field. Iím surprised to recognize the farmer who is growing maize there - it's Lucas. He is demonstrating a new irrigation system he created. Because Iím about to become a farmer to, I show interest in his technique. I prepare to memorize the design and materials when he turns it on and I get all wet.
      Later on I ask him some questions and write them down on a notebook.

      6:00

      Family secrets and man in black attack again
      With dad and rest of the family at my late grannyís home. Dad is about to leave to go somewhere but I go after him Ďcause I forgot to ask him something. My cousin Cris comes with a yogurt maker she wants him to take in the car. He agrees to take it later, but hands it over to me for now.
      Then back inside the house, I went to store the machine on some storage room and found a secret entrance to a whole secret section of the house nobody ever told me about. Not just a room, but a long corridor full of rooms. My cousin knew about it and I ask why she didnít tell me. She says our parents found out after our granny died, but out of respect for her, they decided not to ever go there. I found that stupid. My dad finds out about my interest and offers to grant me access to an office which is right at the entrance under his supervision. He tells me he himself used to go there secretly with permission from my grandma and none of his brothers knew.
      But Iím not satisfied with the offer. I later ask my friend Zilla to come help me explore the whole thing. We sneak in through the secret passage. I find a room with a closet full of nice dresses and I immediately pick a dark blue one I think itís awesome. I believe my grandma would want me to use them instead of having them rotting. I then find another room where apparently she used to rest. By the side of a bed, I find a notebook with some cryptic annotations that look religious or of some kind of cult. I think I found something important. I then hear footsteps. I tell ZIlla to close the door and duck behind the bed. She locked the door and someone tries to open it. Iím getting nervous. Then from a wall of this room, a secret passage opens and two people in dark suits come out of it. I laugh nervously and ask in a playful manner who they are and how they knew about that passage. They donít respond and simply grab me. The one that grabs me is a strong black lady and she sticks a needle in my arm. Zilla is trying to open the door to run away, but she canít. I fight back and take the needle off my arm and stick it on my aggressor. She laughs at me, saying itís useless, Ďcause the drug was a very effective tiny portion and is all on my blood right now. I suck my arm, trying to get it out and delay the effects, but to no point. I black out. Then I wake up.

      8:00
    8. 8 Dec: Chase, goths and sucessful meditation

      by , 12-08-2010 at 09:47 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

      2:40 GMT

      Selling grandmaís house
      Iím at my grandmaís house with my mom. It is completely empty and Iím telling my mom how I never before noticed the place is actually nice, when itís empty Ė no longer crammed with furniture, it letís light in and has lots of space. Weíre doing a last tour to all rooms just to check if everything is ok. A lady is coming to see the house and then I realise it is for sale. I find a paper on the wall, near the fax machine (didnít know there was one...) and I take it, just when my mom is opening the door to the lady.

      Walking through memories
      Walking by the neighbourhood of my childhoodís best friend. It looks under construction as it was then in the past and not as it looks nowadays. An old colleague from school is walking with me and weíre both going through our memories. From the end of this neighbourhood we pass into the backs of our old school. I recall it was the place for kids to make out and we do find a couple there half hidden by the grass and we smile. He also recalls some guys who did drugs also met on this place but that I never saw. As we keep going we pass by some gardened area where we used to run through on our physical education classes. But thereís a lot of new trees making the path a bit more dark than it used to be. I see some figures going down that path and I feel curious and go after them. My colleague is left behind.

      Golden Buddhas
      At the end of this path I find a building, the door is half open and there are people standing there, people arriving and trying to go inside and I peak and see lots of people sitting there. I see monks and realise itís a Buddhist group listening to some teachings from their guru. I donít recognize him and it all seems a bit fishy to me, but I try not to judge before knowing them, so I also try to find a seat. But just when Iím about to sit, it ends and the teacher gets up and heads to the exit. People are bowing down at his passage and I sneak outside where there is a table with some Buddhist relics and sacred objects for people to admire. I just get in there when they are scolding a lady who tried to steal some object by hiding it on her coat. Then I go back to the garden and no longer it looks dark but instead it is very bright and I see many many big golden Buddhas statues. Some are floating in the air above our heads and I pass under one and touch the lotus flower on which a Buddha is sitting. I get an amazing feeling I canít really describe, like Iím floating on air or dissolving into the air.

      Japanese artist
      Then I see some Japanese banners waving with the wind and go check it out. I meet a girl who paints canvas and banners with traditional Japanese paintings. She is selling her work on some corner enclosed by hedges. Her cheaper painting costs 20 EUR. I tell her I love her work but I have no money with me. Then we start talking and I notice she is Japanese-looking although she tells she never actually been to Japan. I tell her I did and she says ďHow lucky of you!Ē I ask why she never been there and she says itís the land of her ancestors and she plans to go one day, but she is always travelling everywhere but there. She tells me she even travelled on a Japanese boat with a Japanese crew once for some reason, but never put a foot in Japan. Then she tells me (and I see it through her eyes) about her adventures on that boat. The crew was all men and one day she entered some room where they were doing some heavy work and could not leave and she caught one or two peeing to bottles, because they could not even go to the toilet. She was so embarrassed and the men were laughing at her and tell her to come in. After a few days she was already so adapted and relaxed she even took some provocative pictures like one in which she was doing fellatio to some phallic shaped pipe.

      6:00 GMT

      A chase and goths
      Inside some house, on what seems to be the office room. I m looking through the window and I see a couple. I recognize Sandra but donít know the guy. For some reason they are coming inside the house looking for me and I want to hide, so I run to the toilet and lock myself there. They are trying to break in, so I escape through a window and go to the rooftop and from there I jump to the middle of a street. The street is filled with boxes and bags with groceries and I decide to hide behind it and pick up some food Ė some bread, juice and so on Ė to take with me, because apparently Iím planning to go on a long trip. But they come at the window and they see me. I run and I hide on some large building, like an abandoned slaughterhouse. They keep chasing me and I have to climb through some ropes and a few more stunts to get to a second floor. Here I find some offices and hide in one, trying to lock the door behind me. But some group of Goths come inside to do something. One guy in the group wants to help me so he makes me lay down on some kind of hospital bed that they take outside. Iím covered by a sheet, but I am totally sure this wonít work so I jump out of it and decide to just run. The gothic guy help me escape through a window. Outside there are stands Ė some kind of fair Ė with gothic, anime and fetishist stuff. But not all the Goths are willing to help me and some I encounter actually try to grab me, so I fly up.

      8:00 GMT

      More lucid meditation
      Something made me feel horny in my dream and I decided to wake up and trying to use it with my BF. I had before talked to him and joked about trying to do it. So I wake up in my bed, he is by my side and I start ... you know... calling him into action. He is so surprised and Iím explaining to him that Iím bringing the horniness from a dream I was having, when I notice that something is not quite right and I realise Iím still dreaming. Then Iím left with the decision to either enjoy the lucid dream or to wake up for real and try again what I was trying to do before. But I didnít care so much for the horniness anymore and I decided to stay dreaming and do my ďhomeworkĒ.
      I cross a wall hoping to cross to some other dream scenario that is a nice place to meditate and I find myself on some porch. There are some kids playing nearby but in general looks good, so I sit down and start doing my visualization and repeating a mantra. Itís all going pretty well, for maybe a minute. Iím struggling not to be distracted by the kids who are now just by my side, when a third kid comes from my left and pinches me. I try not to react, but he tickles me and starts to really hurt me. I guess my ďfeel no painĒ training is not yet 100% working. I am about to resort to violence and send some energy blast to knock them down, but I decide not to give in to that violence Ė it would totally ruin my efforts to calm down the mind and they would win! So I fly away to the rooftop of a huge tower nearby and decide to sit there, but the vicious kid is still after me. He climbs some metallic ladders on the side of the building to reach me and I detach it from the wall and he falls down what seems to be 100 floors. Now Iím going to sit calmly, but the tower starts to shake and swing and I am about to fall from it. Canít stay there and so I fly down to some other rooftop and cross another wall in search of a new scenario. I pass by two or three places Ė a nightscape, some place with stones on the ground, etc Ė until I find myself in a very comfy room with dim lights, a girl sitting on the floor and another sitting on a sofa, very quiet. I ask them if I can stay there and meditate and they say ďSure! Can we join you?Ē Fantastic! So I also sit on the sofa and I do once again my visualization and repeat my mantras. This time I think I manage to hold it for a few minutes. Then dream starts to fade but I hold on and continue on it, this time sitting on the floor. In front of me, leaning against the wall, is a big rectangular mirror and I decide to meditate looking at it. I see my reflection. Iím dressed in beige trousers and top but with lots of skin showing. I look a bit chubby, but not ridiculously. It doesnít disturb me. I keep repeating my mantras, visualizing the Buddha in my heart centre, radiating light and all goes well for a few more minutes. I notice through the reflection on the mirror that more people are coming inside the room and sitting on the floor. I almost wake up again, but when the dream is strong again I am now turned to the centre of the room and see this dozens of people sitting on cushions. They are all looking towards a lady guru at the end of the room. But she doesnít inspire me confidence. She has a table full of crystals and she says ďSo, today we have someone special among us!Ē They all look at me. Then she adds ďNot that you are not all special, but you know what I mean!Ē I have now stopped my meditation and think about leaving this place to but at same time I am curious to see what she is going to say next. She is coming in my direction with some necklace made with lots of different coloured crystals and then I notice my BF just appeared by my side and heís looking at me like ďWhat is this BS?Ē I smile and tell him we should leave. Since weíre just against the wall, we cross it and weíre outside in some garden. Itís raining. The garden is lovely, but then I see two rows of dog shelters and decide to check it out. I thought I would find big guard dogs but instead I find tiny cute pedigreed dogs. They are chained to their shelters and the shelters donít protect them from the rain, so they are all wet and looking miserable. I feel they are there for the entertainment of rich people who own this place, but their care is totally neglected. I mean, they have food and shitty shelter, but they are totally sad, lonely and scared. I start with first little one, cuddling him and doing some reiki and he shows so much love and thankfulness. I cry. I want to do it to all of them, but they are so many! I feel the dream fading and I wish that all animals who are going through similar suffering may always feel loved and happy, no matter what circumstances they are. Then when Iím about to drop out from the dream I have a vision of the caretaker caught in a moment of truth confessing that he beats up the dogs whenever he takes food to tem. I comment with my BF how hideous is that people like him are always getting these jobs.

      9:00 GMT
    9. 27 Nov: Lucid healing a friend and confirmed shared dream

      by , 11-30-2010 at 08:02 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

      01:00 GMT

      Harassed at a temple
      I am visiting some new place. There’s a temple and pyramids and on this temple I recall seeing carved in stone what seems to be the Pokťmon balls (I don’t know the name of the devices, ‘cause I don’t watch the series). I’m resting, sitting on the floor against a pillar, on a platform on the top of a tall staircase with a view to a square – actually it reminds me of the Inca or Aztec kind of pyramid temples, with view to a central square. A guy comes from behind me and he’s harassing me, trying to seduce me, but I know he is up to no good. Luckily there’s some other cute guy around with whom I decide to stick to get rid of the other and we leave together. Then some scene where I’m drinking coffee and writing a story for a newspaper.

      04:00 GMT

      Coming home
      Coming to my mom’s home by car, with my dad on the passenger side. I am hoping to find my neighbour Carla but she doesn’t show up. There aren’t parking spaces available, but a neighbour who was just looking through the window (I think) came downstairs and parked his car better so we could also park.

      7:00 GMT

      Leaving a friend's house
      I was at a nice home with some friends, maybe someone’s birthday party, but I was actually staying there for a few days already, when my mom and BF come to get me. I was surprised, like they came too early, so when I am at the door to go I remember I have left things behind, so I run back to a room where I was and see some of my clothes lying over the bed and some tupperwares with food. I gather all the food in one Tupperware and some guy who’s in the same room, looks disgusted that I’m doing that over there. I couldn’t care less about his feelings, but then the dream starts to shift and I realize I am dreaming. I almost wake up, but hold on to the flow of images passing by.

      Healing a friend and a confirmed shared dream

      I held on to the passing imagery and I entered a new dream lucid. My first thought was “Is this a WILD or a DILD?”, because I wasn’t really sure if I had woke up somewhere in the transition. But now in retrospective, I don’t think I did and I think it was a DILD.
      So the dream was an amazing Alps landscape. I fly and sit on top of a stone wall, with a view over the mountains and the green valleys. I start focusing to meditate but the wall starts to shake and some stones break apart. I almost fall and I almost wake up, but I remember I can hover, so I do that. I decide to sit back on that wall and hang on no matter what. Nothing will distract me from my intent. The wall shakes violently, like shaking me off and breaks apart and as I fall, I feel I’m being sucked by the dream and I am pushed through a succession of sceneries, violently thrown against walls, cars, trains and everything you can imagine. I keep still, I don’t lose focus and I meditate, hovering through this fast motion attack. Then all stops and I am standing in front of a mirror. I see my image reflected on it and don’t know exactly what to do. I should have continued focused, just meditating, but I remember there’s something I actually want to do. I want to visit Isabel and do something for her. She is a friend who is dying with cancer. So I cross the mirror but this time (lesson learned from last failed attempts) I picture she is right on the other side, no need to go through tunnels or worm-holes to get there. I cross and the only strange effect I feel is that the other side is upside down, so I fall with my head down in the other side of the mirror. The light is a bit dim, but I figure I am in an hospital. Looks quite nice, all the walls are glass and I have panoramic view. This building is in a valley surrounded by high snowy peaks. Looks like the Alps again. It’s still dark, like dawn. I see her in a bed just on the right external corner of this room. She looks sleepy and very skinny and weak. Much more than how I saw her last time in RL. I hold her hands, kiss her hands and kiss her in the cheek. She is happy and surprised to see me. I tell her I want to try something and ask for her permission. She says “Sure”. She gets up and sits on a chair by the side of her bed. I summon and try to visualize the Medicine Buddha coming to heal her and for some time nothing happens. I am getting desperate but then I see a blue star shining bright in the night sky outside. I focus on it and I notice it becoming bigger and moving. As it moves to the right in the sky, all of a sudden makes a U-turn and accelerates in our direction. As it comes closer I can distinguish a translucent blue entity. I don’t recognize a traditional Buddha shape though, but I’m open to whatever it is that is coming to meet us. Then it just crosses the glass wall in high speed, passes through Isabel’s body entering by her back and comes out through her chest and disappears in the air. I am amazed but she asks me “So? What exactly are you going to try?”. She didn’t see or feel anything. So I tell her I just want to do some reiki in her. I am still puzzled and preferred not to tell her the truth. I put my hands on her back for a while but then a friend of hers comes up and they start chatting. I hear her saying something like she would love so much to see Rinpoche (our precious guru) so I think about trying to help her on that to. I ask them to make a prayer with me to summon his presence. We call for his name and then a succession of characters that mildly resemble him enter through the door, but I know none of them is truly him, they lack his presence. But for a brief split second I did feel his energy and I try to pursuit it by flying out of the door and down the stairs. I feel him. I exit to the street and it’s early morning already. I can see the town square in front of me, a morning market being assembled by the locals and beautiful alpine houses. The air is cold but sweet. His presence dissipates in the air.
      I fly around a little bit the market and the beautiful amazing pastry store windows, with very traditional and fairy tale like cookies and cakes arrangements. I marvel at the amazing beauty of this and think that normally I would start a frenzy of eating all I could, knowing it is just a dream, but this time I didn’t feel the need. I fly back to inside the building and on the waiting room I encounter my mom.
      (SHARED)--> She is sitting on a bench, with a piece of cake on a plate, but not eating it. I sit by her side and she asks me if I saw all those amazing cakes and cookies. I smile and say yes. She ask if I want to share (she always does, not to feel so guilty, I guess). She says we can go get a dozen each and then exchange to try more flavours. I say I’m not interested. But then a friend of hers or a total stranger, I don’t know, comes to us and offers a plate with a half eaten sweet. She says she is full and that we can have the rest. My mom says why should she take it, when there are so many fresh cakes outside waiting for us. But I accept and eat it. She doesn’t get it, so I explain I’m trying to live according to this new philosophy: not eating unnecessarily, even if it’s a dream and I won’t get fat or won’t cost me money – and by the way, this is when I tell her this is a dream – but if someone offers me something with a good intention, then I accept it, no matter what, as a humble thank you for the meritorious action of the person. She is trying to digest that this is a dream. She doesn’t seem to believe, because it is so real, but I insist it is and since I am starting to feel it fading I tell her that as a proof, I am just about to exit this dream. <--
      (SHARED) And then I wake up.

      9:00 GMT

      Note: During the day I asked my mom if she had had any interesting dream (it was early morning, so I felt there was a high chance of recall) and she took some time to remember anything, but then she said “Yes, I remember cakes! Beautiful amazing cakes and pastry shops like those we saw in Belgium, those that looked like out of a fairy tale! But I didn’t actually remember eating any cake...” she said with a sad face

      Updated 11-30-2010 at 08:10 PM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , memorable
    10. 26 Nov: Buddha is a teenager in blue jeans

      by , 11-26-2010 at 10:07 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      01:00 GMT

      Wrathful deities
      A chase, confrontation with some wrathful deities. I escape some place through a narrow window and deliver something to someone.
      (...)

      05:35 GMT
      Cookies and kids
      One of my last days on some very nice sunny city. Itís already end of the day and when passing a street I find this amazing bakery selling traditional pastry from this country/city. There is a lady baking the cookies on some open kitchen and selling them directly to the passer-by. Because these cookies are so famous, you have to get a numbered ticket and wait ages for your turn. I see my number and the amount of people waiting and I decide itís not worth it, but then the baker tells all the other people to wait because she will take my order first. Really? Why? The other customers are not happy about it... Itís really hard to choose the best cakes and cookies so I ask for two of each, hoping they will still be ok in a few days when I get back home. Some cookies are still being baked and I have to wait a bit. Meanwhile I am allowed to enter the kitchen and I start talking to some ladies working there and I help them with some tiding up of the place. They have some old food in the fridge and I throw it away. Then they kick me out, because apparently they have to bake a huge load of cookies for a kidís excursion next day.
      On the next day me and my BF join this excursion and help take care of the kids. We go in groups in vans and we stop at a parking lot in front of the ocean. The kids are being taken to the beach. For a brief moment I wonder how we got into this? I donít feel like taking care of dozens of kids all day. I then have this underlying feeling that Iím not obliged to actually do it
      Ė Iím half aware this is a dream - so I turn around to see what else is there to do. I see a green hill with a zig zag earthen path going up, flanked by Buddhaís statues of different sizes. I tell my BF ďLetís go there:Ē, but he wonít turn his back on the kids, because he doesnít have this intuition itís a dream. Divided between two dreams, I wake up.

      08:00 GMT

      Buddha is a teenager in blue jeans
      At some bookshop I see a magazine, like Times, with a cover story on Tibetan Buddhism and it has pages and pages with amazing photos of teachers and famous practitioners and incredible Himalayan landscapes. I so want to buy it. On the cover it says £2, but I ask the cashier how much it costs in EUR. She tells me itís 8000 something EUR and I LMAO. I ask ďAre you nuts? Itís like 2.5 EUR.Ē And she replies that itís not a simple conversion of prices, there are taxes and whatever. I still say ďAre you aware of how much is 8000 EUR? Even if youíd say 8 EUR, it would be too expensive! Can you please just pass the mag under your bar code scanner to check the price?Ē But she says no and that she will call a colleague to ask. Iím about to give up. She comes back and tells me ďIf you come after 20h, when weíre closing, we can make a 50% discount on the mag, it would only cost 4000 EURĒ. I say nevermind and start realizing this must be a dream.
      Then the store becomes a bus and I think ďHum, why donít I just materialize a lot of cash to pay for the stupid mag, just for fun?Ē, so I visualize I put my hand in my pocket and come out with 10000 EUR in cash. Thereís someone by my side, not sure if still the same lady, surprised that I can do that and I say ďOh yeah, itís just dream money. How much do you want? Just say it and Iíll make it appear.Ē But then my pockets are also filled with crumbles from cookies and lots of dirt. I empty them to find out what more is there, but then realize Iím wasting my precious lucid time. As I walk to the front of the bus I throw everything on the floor Ė money, magazine, bag, even a coat and I feel so light. The bus driver doesnít know what I want to do, I smile and I cross the windshield Ė he and other passengers freak out. I lift of and fly high to see where I am. I see a road ahead of me, flanked by houses, up above a beautiful blue sky, down below a sea or a lake to my left and green hills to my right. I see a gate for what seems to be an amazing property with a park and decide itís a good place to sit and meditate. But when I arrive there I see families with noisy kids all around. Oh well, Iíll have to endure. I look for a green spot to sit, but then all of the ground is muddy and uninviting. I recall my need not to drift or feel discouraged. I focus on the Buddha. I donít visualize the Buddha image, but I sense Buddhaís presence and hold on to it. Then I find a covered passageway between two houses and in the middle of it thereís an amazing tower-like covered veranda with a central low pedestal with a base to sit on which is perfect. I sit there and it has a view over the whole park and the sea in the distance. The sun is setting and beautiful golden shades reflect on the water. But I realise all this is also distraction and as I am getting lost on it, I feel myself waking up. I hold on to the dream and I slide back in. I try to visualize the Buddha, but itís not working. I feel myself waking up again, but I still hold on and slide back in. This time in front of me is my black kitten hugging another yellow kitten and I find it extremely sweet, but remember I must stay focused. Not trying to visualize the Buddha anymore, I instead try to just feel the Buddhaís presence more strongly. I do and then imagine that this presence becomes a ball of light that enters my body through my crown chakra. I feel a very powerful effect, like a force field around my head. I start to hover, feeling this amazing radiant light coming out of my chest, but then I see again all these people on the park, playing ball and whatever and this slight distraction was enough to call it off. I start to wake up again but slide back in one last time. Now I try again to really see the Buddha, so I summon the Buddha and wish that he is there on my back when I turn around. I turn around and thereís this round faced oriental looking teenager, who looks just like a Buddha, but he is wearing jeans and a checkered shirt. He looks just like he is just another kid in the park, but very lonely. He looks bored and just sits on a tree log watching the others playing. Iím like ďWTF? Not what I had in mind.Ē The sun is setting and people are then leaving the park. Some lady comes with a couple of other teenagers and tells them to keep the Buddha-boy company. They look extremely bored by that, they donít feel like baby-sitting. But then the Buddha-boy tells them not to worry, because he wonít be any burden to them. Heíll either stay quiet if they want or just be as interesting as they want. The other kids feel bad for their first reaction, Ďcause they feel he is actually not that lame and they tell him they are actually not that cool to hang around either. Then the Buddha-boy says ďThen Iím sure weíll get along, Ďcause I am myself a dick.Ē And they all laugh. I watch them leaving and I wake up.

      9:15 GMT
    11. 18 Nov: Trying to go to the moon

      by , 11-19-2010 at 10:49 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      So I have decided to just post the more intesresting nights. I just have so many notes on my paper DJ and have no time to type them all to post on DV. It's a pity, because many potential shared dreams are left out, but it's just impossible for me to keep up...

      23:30 GMT

      Fighting a sinister character
      The feeling I have is that Iím aware Iím dreaming and Iím experimenting something with the dream and with the DCs, but I donít remember being lucid.
      I remember from the point in which Iím in a very dark room with a very gloomy DC. Iím not afraid, because I have this underlying feeling it is a dream and because it has something to do with freeing other from the illusion that he can hurt them. Weíre maybe measuring forces, but he wins, because all of a sudden he manages to kidnap all other DCs (I think they were dreamers) and lock them inside some sort of pitch dark dungeon. Iím left outside on some dark corridors and I can feel their presence behind a thick and humid stone wall. I canít cross this wall, but I find a spot where I can send a rope through it in the hope people will grab it and use it to escape out. But it doesnít work and at some point even that week spot (kind of portal) closes in and they are totally isolated.
      But I donít give up. I climb the wall and near the ceiling I find it is a kind of false ceiling and I can enter it and crawl over this room where they are imprisoned. For a moment everything shakes violently but the place holds on. I find some entrance point, just by some big lamp hanging from the ceiling. Using again the rope, I go down and I find in there my parents, grandparents and some kids with their own families. My grandpa is proud of me, but when I say up is the only exit, he gets disappointed.
      Then the bad guy comes in and we fight and thereís some nonsensical scene with toy choppers and dinosaurs. I think he wins, because then he controls where we go next and he takes us all by car to my home village. Thereís some sort of happening there, very public and he intends to humiliate me. Thereís a group of kids dressed in a funny way singing some strange song about fruits Ėtheir group name is something like applepearnutsandgingerbread Ė and the guy tells me my job is to go join them and sing along. I say no way, but Iím not really feeling mortally embarrassed, I just find it stupid. But I go and I kind of sabotage the whole thing for not being so upset Ė it was meant to crush me, but I actually find it embarrassing-funny. And all of a sudden thousands of people appear out of nowhere and invade the village with banners and posters and they disrupt the whole thing. The bad guy disappears and me and my family take refuge in a building just on top of a staircase in front of us Ė like the town hall or something.

      2:00 GMT

      Gibberish, gibberish and Buddhaís blessings

      Iím in Australia or New Zealand or even the Cayman Islands... I don't know, but people speak English. And I find my ex-friend Vera. We talk briefly about what weíve doing with our lives and then we take a bus to go home together. Our home town is suddenly just a bus ride away from this remote place we were visiting. When we arrive there, thereís a tornado ripping it a part, which hits the bus very briefly. People are in panic and I open the bus door and tell everybody to get out. I run to the door of my momís building. When I get there I look back to see if anybody else is coming so I can hold the door for them, but nobodyís coming. Then a friend comes but to say ďHey, you left the bus without paying for your ticketĒ. ďAre you kidding? Weíve been hit by a tornado and youíre worried about that?Ē He says everybody else paid for their tickets, thatís why they are taking so long to arrive. I think thatís totally absurd and I think Iím about to become lucid, when I see my black cat escaping through the door I left open. I run after him and catch it. I head to the elevator and intend to go to the 9th floor (although in reality, my momís only 4 floors). Anyway, I open the elevator door and itís a fridge with shelves. I take away the shelves so we can enter it but then I have to put the cat on the floor and thatís when I notice this cat is totally white and with blue eyes Ė not my cat at all, I could I have made such a mistake? I let the poor kitten go his way and he jumps right out of a window that is on my side. Then thereís some guy packing the elevator with books. He says he is moving and I say I need to go to 9th floor and ask for priority Ė he can ship his books later. He disagrees and says I can go with the books. ďHow do you do that? No space!Ē He insists and pushes me in, trying to fit me with the books and hurting me in the process. I say I give up. I look through the window again and I see a park outside, green grass. I think I float outside the window and as I walk this park, this book guy ends up joining me and weíre having a very melancholic kind of walk Ė Iím still mad at him but at the same time I like him a lot, and we walk in silence. Then two ladies I know touch me in the shoulder and tell me there is some Buddhist event taking place just nearby and I decide to follow them. I turn back and see a bridge on my left and a building on my right. In front of this building and facing the bridge, thereís a kind of alter with something being shown Ė among other things, thereís a special box which Iím told contains the cornea of a Buddha. It does looks like a dried cornea and I think ďIf it is genuinely the relic of a Buddha, then may the blessings from seeing it shower down on all sentient beings.Ē I had no time to get lucid, but I was then fully conscious when I made that wish and I felt those blessings flowing to me like an electrical current, when I woke up.

      6:00 GMT

      Jumping mirror portals
      Doing tourism in what seems to be France. Iím loosely following a group, but I get stranded and just roam alone for a few streets. Then I encounter a second group and because they seem to know where theyíre going, I follow them. They are being guided by a French girl who leads them into an old church. We pass a front door and an entrance lobby and thereís a group of steps to go down to a desk to buy ticket. I start floating and I look to my right and I recognize one of the guys on the tour. He looks at me like he also recognizes me and I get lucid. I decide I will not simply sit down and instead I want to go to the moon, because I havenít been there. I can then meditate in the biodome, by the koi pond. Why not? I turn back and on my way out I see a mirror on the wall and use it to jump. First I try to summon my warrior me, but the way I look doesnít change and I donít care, as long as I arrive there. I jump and all goes black. I have this freefall sensation for a little longer than usual and I start feeling SP effects. Strangely, instead of loud horrible noises, I start to hear amazing celestial music, like I never heard before. I am totally high with this music, when I feel like I landed somewhere. I feel I am there on the moon, but all is still dark and when I try to open my eyes I feel my ďrealĒ eyes opening, so I stop and just wait. Then a place forms in front of my eyes but it is not the moon, but some room and thereís a couple there. The guy is lying down on the bed and she is tending over him. They are surprised to see me and are about to address me, but Iím like ďNo, this is not it! I have to go!Ē. So I get out of the room and on the hallway I see another mirror and jump again, thinking once more about the moon. Same SP effects and I feel my awaken body on the bed. Once again I wait for the image to form and I find myself again in the same room with the same couple! Bullocks!
      I decide to see what theyíre doing anyway. The girl is cleaning up his wounds he has all over his body and when she is about to pull his pants down to reach his leg wounds, he grabs it, in a mixed feeling of shyness and arousal because Iím there. I also feel a bit uncomfortable and aroused and for a moment a threesome crosses my mind, but I decide to turn my back on them and focus on something else, like trying to aim to the biodome or meditate somewhere else. Thereís a mirror on the room and I jump a third time. This time I wake up.

      8:00 GMT
    12. 14 Nov: Hacking a secret society temple

      by , 11-15-2010 at 09:46 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG
      01:30 GMT

      Hacking a secret society temple
      On an underground cell. My dad is sitting on the floor, looking hopeless. My mom and BF are also there. I am there to save them, but right now I also focused on opening a kind of secret vault on the stone floor. Thereís a tiny iron ring buried on the stone, but I manage to turn it and start a mechanism that opens the stone slab, exposing a hole on the floor with a box. I take out of it tiny metallic plates with tiny precious stones incrustations. They look like chips, not exactly jewels. People around me ask what it is. I seem to know exactly what it is but no time to explain. Then I also open a secret passage on the stone wall and tell everybody to go in. It is pitch dark and they hesitate but thereís someone coming and I tell them to hurry. I manage to close the passage door just behind us, but our captors saw us. In the dark we can more or less see some very old stairs carved in the rock that go up. I take the lead. The stairs are very imperfect and I warn people to be careful. I clear the way from the giant spider webs and finally see some light. The passage ends on some place with a loosely fit wall slab. I push it a bit to the side and it leads either directly to outside, where thereís a parking lot or to just behind a column on the main entrance. Some of us manage to go to parking lot, but soon appear some guards and we canít go there anymore. So the last of us, including me and my BF, have to go to main entrance and try to mingle with the crowd. Thereís a lot of people around, because this is some sort of big event of some secret society, so we split and try to pass undetected.
      I end up in some oval room with amphitheatre seats around. Three guys in capes and hoods come inside and everybody bows to them. I do the same and sneak out of it very discretely, because once they start whatever they are about to start, I will get stuck there.
      I pass into another room, bigger, and more elliptical. Some ceremony is taking place here, but thereís an area for observers Ė like a small amphitheatre on one of the sides of the elipse Ė and I see my BF sitting there. Because it is the perfect time to escape but he seems to have chosen to sit there till the end, I decide to go meet him to warn him we must go now. But then I canít say a word, I canít make any suspicious signs, because weíre surrounded by these people from this order or society and they are all sitting straight, looking to the front, not saying a word. Through very discrete signs I make him understand we should go immediately, but some girls sitting below us look back and notice something strange. They ask me all sorts of questions, which I dodge wonderfully, but one of them didnít buy it. She knows I donít belong. But she wonít make a scandal, she knows Iím trapped. I review in my head how many steps to the parking lot, where the car is and I feel the adrenalin rush. I know as soon as we get up, the girl will warn about my presence and guards will be after us, but I must escape, because I have the whatever-it-is-that-I-stole.

      3:30 GMT

      Lesson on LDs to dreamers
      I enter a dream which I recognize as having had before waking up but didnít recall then. It had to do with being in some classroom and it being invaded by wasps. First one, then two, then we are all trying to escape from them, cause an entire colony entered through a hole in the ceiling. As we go out and close the door, our teacher promises to go back and get our stuff for us. She gets some guys to go and when they come back they bring dolls. Each of us had a doll which is delivered to each seat on a new classroom where we shall continue our lesson (?).
      Then on the new room, thereís a long table, with the dolls on and we seat, more like to have a meal than to have a class.
      All of this is absurd and I slowly get lucid. Then I start talking to the nearby colleagues Ė I donít know any of them, a girl and two guys. I am looking at their faces which are very clear and donít change even when I look away. I tell them about lucid dreams, that I am currently having one and that I think they are not DCís but actual dreamers. They seem surprised but interested. They ask how do I know it is a dream and I sank my arm on the table. They find it so cool and try to do the same with no success. I explain they first have to believe it is a dream and teach them the nose pinch RC. I do it at the same time as the girl. I tell her I am feeling my RL body breathing very clearly but she tells me she canít. But I tell ďOK, yet you are breathing although youíre pinching nose.Ē Sometimes you donít feel it right away. Then she says she is starting to feel it. She looks very focused, she smiles and... I wake up.

      4:30 GMT

      Ecovillage sanctuary
      On some ecovillage on a remote area. It is somewhat closed and hidden from most eyes and it is kind of a sanctuary. I am listening to a lady with long hair who lives there and she explains that when the civilization collapses, everybody will turn to places like these and hope to be welcomed. But she says they canít open their arms to everybody, so theyíll only be open to people who had previously a connection to them and contributed to their project, for example with donations. I find it a bit cold-blooded, but I totally understand and I start considering doing just that.

      Celebration of mission acomplished
      After a good succeeded mission (I guess the temple one?), I meet with some group of people from alternative underground movements I know. Weíre all jammed into a very tight place, like a secret office bunker we have. Itís so crowded there we can hardly move, but weíre partying. Iím the hero of the day and get congratulated. But thereís some girl who is totally jealous of me and just wants to humiliate me, so she posted pictures of me on the wall. She says itís in homage to me, but they are private, familiar stuff that wasnít supposed to be exposed. On one I am totally fat with my belly showing (I wonder when that was???). She looks at me defying but I smile and go over it, totally not caring. Weíre celebrating, so I hug her. She feels touched by my attitude and she looks embarrassed. She asks me sorry and ask if I believe she can change as a person. I tell her yes, she smiles and then she leaves. I sit and start writing on my DJ, once again forgetting to first wake up.

      5:30 GMT

      Guy looking for Celia
      At home with my BF. Some guy knocks on the door and I open. He asks for Celia. I say she doesnít live there. He doesnít believe me and insists this is her house. I try to recall who she can be and tell him she did indeed live there before us, but now weíre the ones living there for more than a year. He still canít believe it and gets really angry. He gets inside without permission and starts looking around. My BF does not believe his attitude, but I make a sign to chill. I tell the guy I will look in my contact book if I have her number, so he can talk to her and find where she lives now. But I donít know her full name. He tells me she is Celia Silene. But as I do this, the guy is picking up some papers we left on the table and starts making innuendos that my BFís signature does not match in different documents. I say ďSorry, and what are you insinuating with that?Ē He says he is not saying anything but I read in his mind he thinks weíre liars and somehow kidnapped her or worst. He sits on the sofa and will not move any time soon. I ask my BF to be patient as I go look for my agenda.
      Our home is quite impressive, big, beautiful, stylish. Then I see we have a backdoor open and some people standing there. I am amazed at the house design Ė it is Japanese like, with a porch all around and sliding doors and we even have an altar full of golden Buddhas, turned to this backdoor. That is why some people are there. They look like Inuits. They are a couple with two girls. They are admiring the Buddhas and ask if they can come in, but I explain this is a private home, not a museum of some kind. Still, I tell them we will gladly welcome them there some other time as we have a ďguestĒ in the living room that we have to deal with. I then cuddle the older girlís head and she looks totally pissed off and gets away from me. I say Iím sorry and I wonder maybe it was just her teen attitude. Then I do the same to the youngest, but she also reacts badly and I feel stupid.

      7:00 GMT
    13. 9 Sep: encounters with friends, hacking a building and groceries

      by , 09-10-2010 at 04:07 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING RPG

      23:50 GMT Ė Sleep

      Lucid imagery and tasting words
      The first sleep is always hard to recall but when I woke up from this I knew for sure I had been lucid. I think I fell asleep focused on the hypnagogic imagery and didnít really enter a dream, was just staying lucid observing the sequence of images and then I tasted words. [Iíve heard of people tasting colours, but this was new for me]. Unfortunately I can only recall this but not describe the actual sensation.

      2:20 GMT

      Library encounter
      I am at this roundabout close to my momís home and I discover a new library opened right there. I recall when I was in high school and spent so much good time in the municipal library and decided to go inside check the conditions and maybe start coming frequently. I check the novelties shelf in the entrance, I pick some book and sit on a couch. I notice this guy JF, whom I know from college and havenít seen in a while (although we communicate by email), but decide not to go to him and wait to see if he sees me. He comes to say hi, we talk a bit and then he asks me if Iím staying longer, because he is leaving and could give me a ride.
      I say Iím still staying as I just arrived, but then he ask if I came on foot and points out that it is starting to rain and Iím not prepared for rain. I look down and Iím wearing skirt and sabrinas and the weather is definitely becoming nastier. So I say, ok youíre right, I accept the ride.
      But when I looked down I also saw I had pantyhose on one leg but not on the other and they were also quite dirty. What the hell! So as we leave the building, I first sneak behind the entry desk and try to take off the pantyhose. He comes back looking for me and finds me with skirt up, pantyhose down and trying to adjust my underwear who also got out of place with this tricky move. Embarrassing, but he just does his best to ignore and tells me I forgot money on a table in front of the couch I was sitting on. I did? So I go back and find a lot of coins on the table. Think it was not so much and shouldnít really care about it, but he says that it doesnít matter, it is my money, I should take it. Ok, ok. As I start putting it in my purse, the coins transformed into pieces of fruit and in the end my purse was full of fruit salad.


      Hacking a building
      Thereís an announcement about the day with no cars (happens every year) and immediately I see the roads with no cars and a family cycling around the neighbourhood. They go up a ramp and I follow them Ė until now I was just watching but now I materialize. On top of this ramp is actually a dead end so I wonder where they disappeared into. When I turn back, this is no longer a street but actually a closed precinct, like the backrooms of some public or governmental facility. Then I find myself with 2 other friends and we make a challenge to each other Ė break in, do the tour of the building and leave without a trace. There are vigilance cameras everywhere, so it wonít be easy. As soon as I leave this room, the hallway has a camera and I know it is just a matter of time until a guard appears. I just have enough time to break in the door at the end of the hallway, my friends follow me and we close and block the door when the guard is about to catch us. Now we face a new challenge as this room has no other exit. We decide to go through a vent and get out on the control room, where the guards should be, but since they are still trying to break in the first room we blocked, now we can hack their computers and tapes and delete all recordings about our little adventure. As my two others friends are deleting the files, my attention goes to a corner where there is a basket full of teddy bears. I wonder what they are doing there and canít resist to go through them, looking for one that is cuter and eventually take it with me, but in the end, they are all cute but none really stands out so I leave them, wondering why guards need teddy bears.
      The door of this control room is locked electronically Ė so nobody enters or exits, while the guards are out Ė but my friends broke in the code and tell me a sequence weíll need to insert on this door and a next door we will find. But hey, Iím distracted with toys, so I donít recall the numbers. Fortunately my friends are better concentrated and remember it for me. When we unlock all the doors, we find ourselves moving to an entrance lobby with visitors and a kid notices weíre coming out of a restricted access area and asks us if we should be there. I smile at her and tell her no, that weíre hackers but we didnít do any harm, we were just having a bit of fun and ask her to keep a secret.


      Buddha Neo
      Someone tells me ďDid you know thereís a secret short movie that is a crossover of Little Buddha and Matrix?Ē No, I donít know about that!!! So then Iím showed this amazing film with Keanu Reeves playing Neo (of course) and then he finds the truth inside the truth and becomes the Buddha (he also played Little Buddha) and the Buddha hacks the Matrix and kicks some asses, but also sits to meditate as Neo. Weird stuff but awesomely cool. I would love to see that movie!


      4:45 GMT

      A very quiet friend
      I am at a lobby of some building with my dad, close to a desk. Weíre waiting for someone or something, but itís totally deserted. He makes some remarks how he feels uncomfortable with these places, especially when some weird people comes by Ė better beware of your purse - like... for example this guy that is coming in now! I wonder why he says that, itís just my good friend H.L. from Estonia, whom I donít see for a few years. I donít mention this to him and simply go to my friend, also to scare my dad a little. He recognizes me and smiles but when I hug him he is distant and not really replying the hug. Then a blond girl with a kid appears and I wonder if they are together. Ok, but thatís no reason to be cold towards a friend. The girl finds this corner for kids, with a little castle for kids to play inside, and she leaves the kid there. I try to break the ice by saying how I would have loved to have one of those when I was a kid, but all I had was chairs, blankets and a lot of imagination. But she also doesnít reply.


      Sharing memories from Brussels
      Iím in the middle of the street opening a letter that just arrived in my mailbox and Iím surprised to see itís a renewal card for going to the cinema with discount, in Brussels! I donít live in Brussels for more than 3 years and I also wonder how they got my new address.
      Coincidentally, I see this lady which I know from tv, she is an actress and I know she lived in Brussels to and misses it a lot. So I start talking to her showing her the card and asking if she knows whatís about. She was totally surprised and didnít first understand what I wanted. But as she looks closer to the card, she knows what I mean and makes a big smile. I tell her I also lived in Brussels and we start walking together exchanging stories about this city. Itís so rare to find someone who lived there and actually loved it, everybody always complains about the weather. As we walk we pass by this abandoned lot and I notice a lot of garbage, a few vegetable gardens and 2 dogs who soon start fighting. When I look again to my way, we encounter a friend of hers whoís waiting her with a car, we say goodbye and she leaves.


      Buying groceries
      Iím shopping on this little town grocery shop some food for me and taking to some group Iím hosting. I buy some tomatoes, eggs and I see these amazing carrots that are labelled organic but cost only 90 cts/kg. I find too cheap and ask the grocer if these are locally produced, by some villager or so. He confirms and goes about saying how amazing these carrots are, delicious and that he misses when all vegetables were so tasty and not these plastic chemical-filled things we eat nowadays. He starts talking about the wonders of organic farming and I smile. I want to tell him he his preaching to a converted, but he is now turning to some other clients, some villagers who are asking something about his ham. The grocer goes to the backroom and comes back with a piece of ham. He cuts bits for others to taste. But first he tastes it itself in a very ritualised manner and I realise the guy is a gourmet an totally obsessed about quality food. Before he also offers me some ham and then I have to explain why Iím vegetarian I turn away and pretend to shop some more stuff.


      7:10 GMT Ė Wake up

      Updated 09-10-2010 at 06:55 PM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    14. 23 August - 7 dreams

      by , 08-23-2010 at 02:12 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Not a good night. Too hot and my sleep was awful. Hard to remember dreams.

      1:06 GMT

      Visiting my old neighborhood
      A very sketchy dream. I was going on my way to my mom’s house (where I used to live). I remember I had a white dress and a white bag crossing over one shoulder. The bag was full but still I was trying to jam something else inside it, leaving it completely full, close to exploding.
      I had to pass by the house of this guy for whom I had a crush many years ago and for some reason I didn’t want him to see me. When I arrived at the top of the slope where the house lies, instead of turning left as I should, I turned right in the direction of this place where I had my extra curricular activities after school. The place was now turned into a library or bookshop. I entered and a shelf of books caught my eye. Now I try hard to remember what they were about, but I only have this vague feeling it was something like esoteric and self-help themed.
      There was something interesting about this dream but I can’t remember what.

      Exhibition of a woman’s head
      I was visiting an exhibition. It was about this woman who offered her body to science to be studied and exhibited. This exhibition was all about her head. There were slices of her brain, all of the details of her head in different pieces. Her picture and even a life-sized model of her head. Also it was about her ideas. It was weird but I’ve been to even stranger exhibitions, so why not.

      Undefined
      Then I got blank. I tried to recall the dreams I had, but all I could write down was: 3 men prisoners on one room and some seduction scene.

      3:45 GMT

      Animal suffering
      I am walking unknown streets on a suburban block of buildings. There are some backyards, with lots of garbage and abandoned lots. On some backyards I find lots of dogs chained, stressed and unhappy. I can hardly cuddle them, because a few are quite angry and threaten to bit me if I get to close. I see close to 20 dogs in this situation on several backyards and it gets to the absurd of people having pandas and some other cute fluffy animals I can’t recall, on chains on their backyards. I just think “That’s it, I have had it!” I am semi-lucid and not afraid to scream my lungs out. So I scream to whoever wants to listen that animals deserve better, that people will pay for being so stupid and ignorant and causing so much suffering to the animals. Then I make a wish that they all open their eyes to the truth and become compassionate and I walk the streets repeating a mantra out loud, to bring some blessings to these people.

      Artist’s community
      I’m on a building which is both cohousing and gallery for lots of art students. The house is amazing, with all of the walls and corridors full of paintings, sculptures and other art forms. So colourful. And the people living here are very entertaining.
      I am sitting in a sofa in a living room on what must be the 3rd floor. There’s more people on the sofa and I am waiting for something, maybe that they take me somewhere else. Then a girl, who looks like a boy, starts flirting me. I realise she looks so much like this girl friend from my childhood, who liked me but bullied me and died with an overdose on her teens. It freaked me out so I decide to leave the place. But not soon enough I realise she is chasing me. I leave the building and enter a cafeteria just in front. She is still on me and sits on my table. I felt very uncomfortable but I decided not to make a big deal out of it and just had my coffee or so until the dream dissolved.


      6:50 GMT

      Surreal tunnel building
      Some longer dream, but I only remember being digging a hole in the sand when I find a tunnel under the ground, where there is a canal with water flowing. For some exotic reason I enter the tunnel and feel the need to reinforce the walls of these canal, that are breaking up in some places. A turtle passes by me on the water. I build this wall and decorate it with all sorts of stuff that is lying around (garbage) – some gnome dolls, some treasure chest, some Christmas or whatever decoration, etc... It gets so kitsch. I then find a necklace with an image of the Buddha. I feel tempted to keep it for myself (I’m a Buddhist) but either because I had this underlying feeling that I’m actually dreaming or because I thought it was real and would be theft to take something that was not mine, I simply hanged it on a higher wall on a safe and clean place, as a way of showing my respect.

      Wet and crying on a porch
      Another one I can’t remember, but I was on a porch and it was raining a lot. I was crying and my tears were mixing up with the rain drops on my face. My clothes were getting wet. I just remember some reference to tigers, but no idea what the context was.

      Updated 08-23-2010 at 02:18 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment