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    1. 16 Sep: Aliens, talking carrots and fireworks

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

      1:00

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

      1:20

      [private]

      4:00

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


      7:00
    2. 10 Sep: Mutants and complex in the jungle

      by , 09-12-2011 at 11:25 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream lucid false awakening

      23:30

      Hotel
      At a fancy hotel. I enter an elevator with another 3 or 4 people, to got down to the lobby but it goes down faster than normal. It doesn't free fall, but it doesn't stop on the lobby either. It takes us to a very deep underground level. A couple, who says this happened to them before, is very concerned. They say it may take hours for someone to notice that the elevator is broken and that we're down there. They say last time they were almost running out of oxygen whey they were rescued. But I don't accept to be stuck there for hours, so I open the electronic panel of the elevator and manage to fix it. As it takes us to the lobby, they thank me.
      Apparently I had just arrived at the hotel and I was supposed to join a group on the lobby who's going for a guided tour to the hotel itself. At some point we end up at the rooftop where there is a suspended garden. It is a bit difficult to walk there. The passages where we can walk are made of an irregular metallic mesh, but the alternative is walking on the soil which is too soft and hilly, or on the grass, which is wet and slippery. But all in all, it was pleasant and the view of the street was pretty amazing from up there.
      Later on I go to a supermarket to buy some food, but it's almost closing time and I'm asked to do my shopping quickly. I go straight to a stand with veggie cheeses and salami. They have some things to taste before buying and I get distracted trying all those flavors. There are some bread sticks that I let fall on the ground, but I catch them, blow them and they are just fine to eat. Some lady who is passing by makes some comment on how gross that is and we start an argument in which I point out a number of much more discussing things she certainly eats everyday without even thinking.


      5:00
      ...

      6:30

      Pre-historic monsters
      I'm merely observing the dream without taking part on it.
      There's a lady, maybe a marine biologist or something like that, who is snorkeling near some rocky caves close to the beach, while her kid is splashing on shallow waters with more people enjoying the sunny weather.
      She finds a decomposing body of a whale or some other big marine animal, stuck on the rocks. As she tries to identify it, she finds herself face to face with some big jawed reptile like animals, slashing meat from it. She is in shock. She doesn't know what these creatures are, but they are clearly dangerous. Fortunately they don't attack her. She gets out of there as quickly as possible. But at least one of the creatures became interested on her and started following her ashore. When she realizes it, she speeds up and shouts to the people on the beach to run away. The animal also speeds up and bumps into her. He is now more interested in all the people on the beach that in her. Someone is attacked and screams. People run out of the water in panic. It looks like a scene from "Jaws".
      Then I watch some later scene where this biologist and other colleagues conclude these are some pre-historic animals once considered extinct. They also conclude that the ones they saw were just juveniles and that at least one much bigger animal is out there in the sea.
      In the following days, even stranger things happen. Another planet appears in the sky, very similar to Earth, with oceans and continents. It causes a solar eclipse that lasts for days. Then nature starts to change on a massive scale, with animals mutating. People first notice that their chicken are laying different eggs and soon they are regressing to an ancestral saurian version. That's just the start,

      (...)

      Military complex
      I'm living on a military complex in the middle of a jungle. I'm part of a team, which includes 2 or 3 chunky black guys, 1 or 2 chunky blond guys and one bad-ass asian lady. She is taking most of the guys on some mission outside and I stay behind with one of the black guys and another white girl.
      These two are having a secret affair, which I know, but they don't know I know. So, they soon disappear in the jungle to have more privacy, leaving me alone in the complex. I'm worried that they are taking so long to come back, but I keep doing my job, certain that everything is just fine. I go wash some clothes on a sort of dammed lake nearby. It's a privileged position as from there I get to see the complex without being seen. And I observe a suspicious scene that puts me on alert. Our asian boss is back, but she comes alone and is moving as if trying not to be seen. She disappears for a while and then reappears, stretching a wire, from inside the building to the jungle. I realize she just installed some kind of explosive and is going to blow up the place. But why? I go back and confront her. We fight and she is loosing, so she escapes to soon bring along some big guys to get me. But I didn't stay put. I went back to the dam and I open it, flooding the entire complex. They are dragged down by the waters.


      7:30

      Updated 09-24-2011 at 09:50 AM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid
    3. 6 Dec: Stabbed to learn not to feel pain

      by , 12-06-2010 at 12:06 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED
      1:00 GMT

      Stabbed to gain control over fear and pain
      I am in some apartment building apparently coming out of my cousinís home. She has something weird about her look, like dyed hair or extreme make-up. She goes downstairs but I feel more interested in following a corridor that seems to connect to a different partof the building or even a twin building. I then have fun exploring these connections - I go from corridor to corridor, explore different levels by taking the stairs sometimes. Every block is of a different colour or has different tiles on the wall, but itís getting boring so I try to look for an exit.Iím a bit lucid. I look at a map on the wall, trying to locate myself, when some guy offers his help and tells me to just follow him. I do so and he leads me out. Outside, itís a city street, looks like London and he meets a bunch of friends he was with before. They are making plans for next steps and they divide in two groups. I stick with the guyís group, a small one Ė 2 guys and a girl. I donít know where they are taking me. A bit further down, when weíre around some ugly buildings of a bad neighbourhood, the guy draws a knife and he wants to stab me in my belly. I am aware itís a dream, but still, I shriek at the thought of feeling a knife slashing my flesh. They say ďDonít be afraid!Ē and Iím like ďWhatís wrong with you?Ē So just when they are about to stab me I say ďSorry, I don't want to be stabbed, Iím going to wake up!Ē. I wake up but I still had a brief moment when I could feel the knife cutting through my flesh. I felt discomfort and I was awake for a while...
      When I go back to sleep I am again in the same city and they are still around waiting for me. What the hell? I felt like I was going through a Freddy Kruegerís nightmarish type of thing. I ran away, I zig zagged between buildings, trying to lose them. I laid low behind a building and a concrete wall, where people threw garbage and I lost lucidity for a few moments. I got distracted with all the clothes and bags perfectly good that were thrown away. I am considering taking them with me to give away to people who need it, but suddenly I see my chasers about to find me and I instantly get back to the action. I run again but eventually they cut my way through, as they knew a shortcut through some tunnel. They grab my arms and the guy is once again about to stab me and he swears ďIt wonít hurt!Ē. I first thought he was just being psychotic, but now I have this clear feeling they were also lucid dreamers or some dream beings who were just testing me and trying to teach me something. Their attitude changed slightly when I opened myself to them. The guy said to me ďIt only hurts if you believe so. Iím telling you it wonít hurt if you donít give in to fear.Ē Oh, so that was it? I was still a bit afraid, I was actually already feeling the pain again, just by thinking of it, so I told him ĒOK, but let me do it to myself. And can I stab my leg instead? Just to try?Ē ďOKĒ, he said. So I stabbed my leg and I was amazed that it felt like stabbing styrofoam. I could feel it buried in the flesh but it didnít hurt. I was starting to lose fear and thinking about stabbing myself a bit more (lol). They smiled at me and simply left.

      Female robot and androids
      I am now free to do whatever. I look around and I am in some industrial park or similar. I see a huge robot-like metallic structure rising above the houses and go check it from a safe distance, because it starts to move its arms. Below it and around are people watching some demonstration of its functioning. Itís made of hollow metallic tubes that shape it slightly into a female form and some of this tubes are then channelled to some interface where half a dozen women are plugged in, apparently controlling or feeding this robot. The creator of this machine is explaining how it works and what it does, but then all the focus goes to one of these females who detaches from the interface. I find out these are not real women, but androids. Lots of flashes in her direction, reporters asking questions and the inventor says she can even speak Russian. He ask if any Russian speaking is around and some guy points to a girl by my side, but in the middle of the crowd we get mixed up and they bring me closer to the android. I say thereís been a mistake, I canít speak Russian, it was some other girl, but the android lady is looking at me totally interested. She seems to think I am lying and she is processing that information and trying to figure out my intentions. She says she wants to meet me and asks me for my contact. I donít recall even handing her over my contact, but I see her adding my email and name to her processor/brain Ė like if she just extracted it from my mind and I was reading the info on her eyes as she was processing it. Then she turned away and left, followed by a sea of curious people and reporters.

      Office scene
      I remember maybe itís time to meditate a bit, but I canít find peace, thereís just too much going on and I canít make it still. Then I think about dropping a visit to Nighthawkís dreams. I am now in a corridor with doors to offices. I see elevators and decide using one as a portal, but every time I try to get into one, someone holds the door and enters. I even try to do it with some suit guy by my side looking at me like Iím crazy, but it doesnít work Ďcause he totally distracts me. I give up on elevators and try to use the office doors instead. The problem is they have glass windows and I can see the other side, so I have once again difficulties in making appear a different world on the other side, because I keep seeing the people working inside the office. When I open the door, it is still an office. Oh well... I just look around, checking every person on each cubicle. Mostly very young people. Itís a nice office, light coloured wood furniture, glass walls, lots of light. I go to the end of it and I find a window to a square interior patio, with view to all floors. I notice the buildingís decoration is quite nice and then I see a corridor through which the companyís CEO, a tall slim lady in her 40ís, is coming in my direction. She sees me there and asks me what I think of the place. I say itís nice and I like the carpets on the hallway. She invites me for a drink in her office and we sit and talk there for a while.

      4.50 GMT

      Lottery
      Just recall my mom had a good prize in the lottery and I clearly recall the numbers. Will suggest her to make a bet

      6:30 GMT
    4. 22 Nov: Naked and robbing a temple again

      by , 11-25-2010 at 10:42 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      Well, the quality of my dreams changed a lot lately, but I'm cool. These things work in cycles. Now for some reason I'm having these steam-punk themed dreams and I'm kind of a Lara Croft type, stealing gadgets from secret societies and being "approached" by some really weird dark forces... Let's see where it takes me.


      03:00 GMT

      Naked in public
      I am at school or some public place surrounded by old school colleagues. Iím wearing a tiny skirt which looks more like a tiny towel wrapped around my waist. And I donít think I have any underwear. I donít feel uncomfortable though. I feel sexy. But then some of my colleagues start harassing me and itís becoming too unpleasant so I leave the place. I take an elevator and notice two male colleagues (luckily not the harassers) also took it and they are also wearing only towels around their waists. Then as the elevator doors open, weíre taken to the middle of the street and I am now certain that I just have a towel around my waist and I'm also topless! I wonder how this happened. I still feel sexy. I think other people may be way more embarrassed than me.

      Vintage shopping

      Then Iím with my mom shopping at a really cool vintage clothes shop (I guess I really needed to buy some clothes, right...), but she is complaining that all the amazing dresses we see are 75 to 100 EUR. But I tell her they also have cheap stuff, we just need to look around. We then find a corner with stuff just 5-10 EUR, but nothing looks really interesting. For some reason she adores an outfit made of a top and a tiny plaid mini-skirt, in a red and white stripped fabric. I canít even imagine myself wearing it, but she insists I must have it. I think, well, if it makes her happy, I might try it out with some red leggings.

      Stealing again from a temple
      A chase scene on a very old building which vaguely reminds me of a temple.(...) I and a few others are trying to escape our chasers and we run up and down stairs, we cross corridors and finally we lose them in this labyrinthic place. We get inside some room to catch our breath and we discover we just got into the office of whoever is the big boss around. We see a series of really cool gadgets Ė steam-punk kinda like machinery. On the desk I see what looks like an old-timer alarm-clock, but it actually indicates the perfect time, according to cosmic alignments and conjunctions, to do... whatever! The machine indicates whatever is the perfect activity to develop at certain moments in time Ė like... gardening or getting married or... rule the world, whatever! Really practical! It looks like those snow-flake globes but inside thereís a copper-coloured mechanism with pointers and gears. I grab it and put it in my pocket.
      Then we sneak out and we find a connection from this place to inside a museum. We try to cross it and get to the exit, but there are security guards looking at us suspicious Ė I guess because they didnít see us coming in. A lady guide Ė I think she is the museum curator, but she comes to us as if she is a simple guide Ė comes to ask who we are. We say weíre a group of art students. She doesnít totally swallow it so she asks us to comment some of the art works there. I use many expensive words to describe it but she then asks whose influences (from other artists) I think the artist picked up. I bullshit a bit more, saying the influences are there, pretty obvious, but so numerous it is really hard to pick one or two. Then I complete by saying the really important thing is that the artist mingled them all so perfectly and came up with something totally original, that his innovation is what bursts out more remarkedly. She makes a funny face but let us go. Actually she invites us to the next room, where there is a model of the temple Ė so it really was a temple! Ė they dug out and is still being recovered. She mentioned that only part of it was still up, the rest had to be rebuilt, or not.
      My sixth sensetells me that the alarm in my pocket is about to ring and I feel the urgent need to move but canít do anything weird or theyíll notice. I excuse myself with something and go quickly to the entrance lobby. Many kids are there making a lot of noise and I keep the alarm in my pocket, so it rings, but nobody notices its sound. Because Iím standing in the middle of the lobby with a hand in my pocket holding down something firmly, the workers at the ticket counter are now looking at me, trying to figure out what Iím doing. Luckily a giant turtle passes by and I pick it up making it look like that's exactly what I was looking for. So I take the turtle to outside.


      8:00 GMT
    5. 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
    6. 19 Sep: Dad and elevator task

      by , 09-24-2010 at 06:07 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      24:00 GMT – sleep

      Dad talk
      My grandfather passes by and I smile at him as I don’t find anything to say to him. I feel sad about it.
      Then I’m with my dad discussing practical stuff.
      He says if he goes to work on Friday he stays. Then he can go earlier on Monday with me to the doctor. Then I ask what does he mean, as there’s a weekend between (don’t want him to stay for the weekend...) and he says it is just better for him, he uses time better by staying with me instead of just meeting me on monday.
      Then we hear some mambo music and we try to dance it., although it is not really working out well. My dad asks “Shouldn’t you know this stuff?” and I reply sarcastically “Off course, because if one day the world ends while I’m here, at least I know how to mambo, which is crucial:” But I know he is refering to my dance classes, years ago.


      4:30 GMT

      Elevator task
      Still with my dad, at what used to be our home. All totally normal, but then the building starts falling forward (a recurrent dream I had for many years). He freaks out but I think it must be a dream. Then all happens in slow motion and I tell him not to worry, because it is just a dream, but he doesn’t believe me. As the building falls, I feel cool, I do RC and conclude beyond doubts it is a dream.
      When the building is on the ground, I get out through some window and find myself landing over a wooden table in the middle of some wood. Over there there are some other girls, one is Vera and the others are some british friends of her. My father is still hanging around and I try that he understands it’s just a dream. I feel euphoric and start singing and dancing on the table. He thinks I’m crazy and disappears. The girls join me and we put up quite a show. But then I see our reflexes on some glass and we are all enormously fat. But I don’t allow this trick of the mind to distract me. I’m lucid and I must make good use of it. I think about the tasks. What is there for me to do?
      Oh, the elevator! I summon an elevator and turn to find it there, in the middle of the grass. It is green, the brand is Otis (just like the elevator of my old home), it has one button to open the sliding doors and inside lots of buttons for about 6 floors. But I had previously decided (awake) I would not push any specific floor as I wanted to be surprised. And I was, the elevator started moving without me touching anything. Strangely enough, it doesn’t go up or down, it just goes sideways, like a car. It drives me through the woods and gets into a road. Traffic around me, we pass under the Lisbon aqueduct. I feel a bit disappointed with the outcome, but the task implies not to control where it goes, but just to see where it takes me, so I comply. I almost lose lucidity here, almost wake up, but continue. The elevator stops at some car park and by my side is a 50’s looking car with some black guy inside, leaning through his window. He flirts with me and asks me out. I say no thanks. Then I realise I’m two girls – the other me is also a 50’s looking girl. We smile at each other and we tell him we have other type of interests in life. We’re both thinking of LDs. He doesn’t understand, thinks we’re crazy, maybe gay, maybe belonging to some cult. Everybody around us is dressing like the 50s and then the dream starts fading away.


      8:30 GMT – Wake up


      PRECOG explanation:
      - just today my father called me and was with this strange conversation about his plans to start working (he is retired, he was mentioning some personal projects he's working on) on fridays or mondays or whatever (I was distracted and didn't really grasp it) and that this way he can be with me on weekends and help me out with some project I'm working on. I freaked out thinking I have to have him over every weekend! I love him, but no.

      Updated 09-24-2010 at 06:11 PM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , task of the month
    7. 6 Sep: conference, college, failed sex fantasy and chasing thieves

      by , 09-07-2010 at 10:59 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

      A shitty night. I was very tired but still I tried so hard to set my mind to the elevator task (task of the month). I did dream about elevators a lot, but unfortunately it wasnít good enough to accomplish the task.


      0:20 GMT Ė Sleep

      Canít recall any dream, just thoughts come to my mind, but I doubt they are related to what I was dreaming.

      3:30 GMT

      Participating at a conference
      Remember vaguely a train travel (recurrent), being in a palace-like house (another recurrent) and taking an elevator (could have been the elevator task of the month, donít know).
      Then I remember a bit better being with my mom at some conference room. We arrived late and were going to sit on the floor on the aisle, as we couldnít find any available seats, but someone just arranged us two seats, lateral, but close enough to the front. No idea what the conference was about, but there was some person speaking and it was something political.
      Then I also remember being with my mom at some snack-bar or small dinner (maybe cafeteria of this conference place) and the menu was all around pasta dishes. I had a big fattening pasta dish wish cream sauce and I still had to eat part of my mothers dish because she didnít want to eat it all and I always feel bad about leaving food on the plate.


      6:40 GMT

      College residences
      Iím staying with colleagues at what seems to be a college residence. From the main hallway, there were stairs leading to some kind of inner courts Ė shared rooms for groups of students Ė then leading to individual rooms. These common rooms were quite colourful and artistic, leaving me the impression that some of these students were art or fashion students.
      We are all departing the next day to someplace all together. Some already departed today. I just realise that I was supposed to go with todayís group and Iím pissed that now I have to spend money changing my ticket for the next day.
      When going from one group common room to my own, I have to go to the floor upstairs and on my way I encounter this little baby from this couple that is staying on their own separate double room with direct access to the hallway. The baby is lovely but too small to be playing alone in the hallway, so I stop and play with him, waiting for his parents to appear. I tickle him and he laughs like crazy. Then his parents do appear but they donít seem so happy with what Iím doing. I try to break the ice saying I was just looking over the baby so he was safe and offer to babysit him whenever they need Ė ďjust knock on my door.Ē.


      Not my sexual fantasy, sorry
      Iím on the shower with my boyfriend when some other couple I never saw in my life join us on the opposite side of the shower. Thank god the bathtub was long and we didnít even need to be close. I felt a bit uncomfortable, but hey, itís just a shower, everyoneís naked, no reason to feel so embarrassed. Iím just curious where they came from and why. But then they start having sex, more specifically, the guy starts doing oral sex on the girl.
      I am shocked. They didnít even say a word to us but then feel free to do that in front of us? But my boyfriend is getting horny and wants to play along. I am doubly shocked! I mean, Iím not extremely puritan, but I canít do certain things with people I never saw before, there needs to be some emotional connection. So I just grab a towel and leave. But when I open the bathroom door, it goes directly to the street. I donít care. I am wet, barefoot and half-naked but I just want to go away from that dream and do something else. Then Iím walking the streets, semi-lucid, enjoying being half-naked in a fancy neighbourhood, and guys in jaguars pass by and look totally surprised at me.


      Chasing thieves
      Iím coming out of a supermarket with my mom, carrying a trolley full of groceries. The supermarket is on a upper floor of some building and the parking lot is underground or ground level and with the trolley we need to take the elevator to get there.
      We are approached by a begging couple who offers to carry the trolley in exchange for some coins. We are not very willing to do so, but we agree. Then they enter the elevator with the trolley and thereís not enough space for us all. They tell us to go next that theyíll be waiting for us, but it smells fishy to me. I immediately sense that itís a scheme just to rob us. I tell my mother to stay there and I basically jump all those floors Ė maybe 10 Ė through the centre of the stairways. I manage to arrive at the door of the elevator when they have just come out of it. The problem is they have an accomplice waiting and one manages to stall me while the other runs with the trolley. But not for long. I kick his ass, capture the other guy and also kick his ass and recover my trolley. Then I go back to the elevator to go up. But strangely enough, now it is too small, only has space for myself (I guess the trolley is now bye-bye from this dream) and I canít even move. Once again I feel claustrophobic, so I decide to close my eyes until it stops. But it starts moving slower, I feel upset with that and I wake up. (Another lost opportunity for the task of the month).


      8:15 GMT Ė Wake up

      Updated 09-07-2010 at 11:07 PM by 34880

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      non-lucid , dream fragment