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    1. 2 Dec: Scanned by drones and hostage in a museum

      by , 12-02-2018 at 11:12 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

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

      I go to a museum with Riverstone and Nighthawk. At some point I split from them and go to the museum shop where something strange seems to be happening. There is some lady from a religious organization and a bishop and they are talking some fundamentalist shit to people. Clearly something is about to happen, and I decide to get out from there. But when I reach the door, a fat lady is locking it up with everybody inside. People seem confused and nonreactive, but I protest violently and even start crying making up that my mom is the hospital and I need to go see her. They don't care, they are doing a protest and basically taking everybody in the museum as hostages. They take us to an auditorium and force us to watch some kind of play, that I am sure is meant to brainwash us into their cause. But after offering resistance repeatedly and they reacting violently, I decide to resist by being a nuisance and making noise with some plastics I had in my bag and loud commentaries throughout their attempted play.
    2. 8 Dec: Monsters in a fortress + retrieving Manjushri sword II

      by , 12-10-2011 at 11:26 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Monsters in a fortress
      With a group, trapped in some fortress. We are trying to escape but we are being hunted down by some guy who can transform into a super strong monster. We managed to block some doors behind us, so he can't physically get to us, but he penetrates our minds and causes hallucinations on us, to disorient and, eventually, kill us.
      We are at some kind of terrace. Some plants to our left become monstrous. A sharp branch pierces through a girl, killing her instantly. Another plant cuts the head of a guy with a razor-like leaf. From nowhere I am attacked by a little critter, the size of a koala, with arms and legs but reminiscent of a fish with shark teeth. It bites me on my jugular and the pain is excruciating. I have the feeling these monsters aren't really real, so I repeat out loud that they are just illusions. When I'm close to faint, the critter's bite looses some strength, it falls on the ground and shrinks until it disappears. I tell the others to follow the same strategy and as they realize we're all hallucinating, they get rid of their own monsters.
      We count the dead and the survivors and we notice a little girl missing from the group. She had been dropped by a pterodactyl-like flying monster, over the terrace edge and she was dangerously dangling on the outside wall. A guy on the group who looks like Van Damme, says he'll rescue her. He asks for my help in preparing some ropes so he can go get her, but he suffers from some super-hero syndrome and he treats me with incredible arrogance. In the end he fails to rescue the girl and simply gives up. There goes the super-hero down the drain. I decide to finish what he started. The little girl had also been arrogant with me on some previous occasion, demanding that I give her something as if it was my obligation to satisfy her whims. Now her mother is explaining to her the meaning of selflessness, asking her to thank me for saving her life.
      On the terrace, we find a door leading to the outside of the fortress, where we breath with relief. Then someone reminds us that some other group of people were still trapped inside the fortress. Most people just shrugged their shoulders and said they couldn't do anything for them. But a guy, who was Jim Caviezel, was sitting on a boulder smoking a cigarette, and with a very cool attitude he said he would go back to rescue them. I offered to join him.


      Retrieving Manjushri sword II
      Having some erotic dream, when I become aware I am dreaming. I touch some curtains and notice their texture. This makes me fullly lucid and I immediately jump through the window, wishing to crossover to the place where I was last time face to face with the guy who had stolen Manjushri's sword.
      I land on that same empty room and the guy is there in front of me. Although he looks slightly different from last time, as well as the set, I recognize the situation as the continuation of that other dream. The sword is still in the center of the room, but this time its blade is made of translucent iridescent light of all the colors of the rainbow and it is hovering over a black platform full of gadgets that I assume to be protective mechanisms.
      Last time I met this guy, we were evaluating each other before making any move, but this time I feel that I should simply go for the sword which I could then use it to fight him. We look each other in the eyes for a second and then I jump to my left get the sword. Immediately one of the gadgets on that platform becomes very alive, shooting deadly lasers at me. I have to withdraw and hide. The guy is watching with a smirk on his face. He is probably thinking I will never be able to beat the defense system and he looks relaxed. But after attacking and testing the machine a few times and learning its moves and glitches, I finally manage to reach the platform and disable the laser gun. Then some black spherical drone emerges, with a round blade on iits belly, but even before it cuts any bit of me, I grab the sword and destroy the drone with a blow.
      Now the guy is in panic, but too late, I already jumped like a jedi through the roof to a safe distance on the outside. I decided not to waste my time fighting him and his guards. But they don't give up that easily and they start a relentless chase. It follows
      a long sequence of scenarios and fights. including a theater where I fight one of the guys and a subway station where I try to loose them by jumping from one train to another in opposite direction. At some point the sword starts to loose its glow and it becomes inert, rendering its powers unavailable. I end up in the back of some truck going uphill. When I get off of it, the sword transforms into a metallic ball, the size of an orange. I put it inside my top, between my breasts, where I think it will be safe. I look around and see a bus full of tourists, unloading snowboards and other winter sports materials. I look down the hill and iti is covered in snow. It is becoming dark and down in the valley I see a town, starting to turn its lights on. It looks beautiful and I feel drawn into it. I discretely steal a snowboard from a guy and decide to go to that town. So I snowboard downhill.