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    1. 4 Sep: Feeling sick in a class, trying to ditch some ladies I met

      by , 09-04-2021 at 08:24 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      In a chemistry class. I start feeling bad and with pain, so I just get up to leave. Teacher asks where am I going and I say I need to go. She then starts mocking me, saying "oh, so what's streaming on the web that you so much need to go watch?" And I reply, not amused "I am sick, I am very sick and maybe if you actually cared, I might tell you what my problem is and how much I need to leave right now. But I am going anyway." And as I said this to her, my voice started to fade until I no longer could talk. She said nothing else as I packed my bag and picked stuff from over a couple tables and left.
      Outside, I meet a couple ladies, one of which is a blond girl I detested from my former office and they are trying to sell me some hair products based on coconut oil. They are super expensive and I wonder why. Seems like they just mix the oil with some other shit that turns it pink and then put it in oversized jars to overcharge. I tell them I use a much cheaper version of simple oil and I have a small package with me and put it in my hair to prove my point. They want me to give them a ride and I really don't want to, but they keep following me outside, not taking a no. When crossing a street, I take advantage of some truck passing and sneak out to the next street to lose them.

      Updated 09-16-2021 at 08:31 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. 25 May: Escaping tyranny, joining the dreamworld resistance, maze runner time portal

      by , 05-25-2021 at 04:13 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      I live in some kind of community / village, very backwards and religious, similar to a film I watched about a girl living in Cabul under the reign of the taliban. Everything is censored and forbidden and my brother is to be burnt to death on a public square the next day. At night he is kept locked in a kind of coffin, on-site and I am attempting a rescue. At some point, I see it from his point of view and I feel claustrophobic inside the box trying to break it out to escape.

      I think following the previous dream, we get an escape ride from some guy of a rebel group. He looks so dreamy and he is a daredevil. He takes us to a highway with lots of self-driving trucks and then makes really risky maneuvers, like getting between them and even underneath them, between their wheels. The car has strange sitting arrangement. The three of us sit on the front and there is no gear stick so I am right beside the driver, in the middle seat. When things get really stressful, he lays his hand on my leg and I enjoy it a lot. He realizes that and he keeps it there. We stop to eat at some place and we clearly are enjoying our mutual attraction and getting cozy with each other.
      I think we talk briefly about me becoming part of the resistance, so after I am safely at some apartment complex settled with my family - my mom is there too - I receive a message to please come meet someone at the window. I go to the balcony, which looks over a steep valley and I see nobody. They insist they are there and if I don't join them, they'll leave. Then I spot a guy in a blue jumpsuit, coming out from the middle of the green hill on the other side of the valley, quite far away. Then spot half a dozen others scattered around the hill. I wonder why they are so distant. One of them flies over to meet me at the balcony and then together we fly over to the other side and we fly together over some weird border zone and they tell me they operate at the border of realities. I assume they mean reality and dreamscapes. They show me an area over which they have an ongoing mission and need me and a couple others to go undercover and work at an IKEA like store. I show them my flying skills, basically levitating horizontally without making an effort, which is way better than how they do it. It is hard to explain how they do it, but it is not subtle at all. So I join two girls with whom work there and I comment how weird it is for them to have a 9 to 5 life inside dreams and be able to come back to that dream and complete the mission. Then they show me a box of make up products I should use, as demanded at our job site and I find it awful, hate the colors but try some orangey lipstick. Then start the day by having breakfast at a nearby cafeteria in the building complex we live at. I learn that ideally I should go there at this time, like about 6 am, before a lot of other people come there before work. I try to spot what they have that is relatively healthy for me to eat and see they have corn for popcorn and decide to get some packets and just cook them at home on the microwave when I don't feel like eating what they serve.

      With 4 more people stuck in some square open space surrounded by stone walls. Very much like the Maze Runner. One wall opens up a sequence of doors forming a tunnel and we can see the outside in the end of it but after 5 seconds the various sections along the tunnel close starting from the end to the beginning. After we are sure of the time it takes to complete the process, we test going back and forth, and then we decide to go for it. But when we arrive at the other side we realize it is a time portal and we are seeing the past. There is a battle going on and we see ships in a port attacking a town with cannons. We have 1 sec to decide what to do and we decide going back. Then we discuss if we prefer to check the options as we're convinced the portals opens up at random places and times and we discuss what would be our ideal destination and times we really don't want to go to. It's hard because for the majority of human history there has been war or other bad difficulties, but we end up jumping into some South American country, somewhere in the 1900s. There is some celebration going on, at some town. We blend in (not sure how, as I am wearing jeans) but I notice some guy, acting like a feudal lord of this place, very interested in me and sending someone to go and get me. I slip away through the crowd and I find a Japanese old lady that I am sure I know from somewhere. She is teaching crochet to some ladies and she does recognize me. I wonder how is that possible and she tells me she has access to a portal that lets her go back to Japan in our current time and we met there once. Her English is very poor and my Spanish, which apparently she speaks well, is also not so good, but she asks me if I can crochet and we sort of communicate and I tell her the things I used to crochet and knit. But I really don't wanna talk about that. I am so excited that she has access to our present time, I go look for my friends and tell them we can go home. But some of them don't feel so excited for some reason, so they stay. The Japanese lady takes me to the portal but doesn't cross it with me, so I end up alone at night in some Japanese village and feel a bit lost and cold, but also relieved that at least this is my world.
    3. 3 May: I am a criminal escaping a police chase

      by , 05-03-2021 at 10:21 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      On some big ship with Riverstone, I think illegally and we are being looked for by the security on board and policemen awaits us on arrival. The ship enters some water elevator, like those in canals and we use that chance to escape through service areas and service latches into a concrete ramp that will soon be flooded. I run up the ramp but there are police waiting on top of it. I yell to Riverstone to run the other way, not sure there is another way, but I think there is. The leading detective then keeps me secure while he sends out the rest of the men after my guy. He takes me away through the crowded terminal and I claim I need to go to the toilet. He denies me that first, but turns out we have to wait a lot for the other men who are not succeeding in catching my BF, so he says ok.
      I think I see Riverstone in the crowd and think I know where he is heading. In the toilet I find some passed out tourist napping against the wall and she has some bag with a t-shirt, a sweater and bermudas, plus a small purse with some change, so I take it and change clothes and hairstyle. The detective is not really by the door, he is slightly distant, keeping an eye on the door, so I sneak out quickly the other way and he can't tell it is me. Doesn't take long though for him to go check on me and learn that I stole things from the girl. Later on he spots me at a ticket office trying to buy some ticket and he catches me again. He takes me to his place, which I feel is unprofessional and wonder what's happening, but he just wants to have some heartfelt conversation with me, wanting to know why we are outlaws and keep committing crimes. I really ask him what we did so wrong, since we haven't hurt or killed anybody and the worst I did was steal some clothes and some change - as I don't recall doing anything else before. I tell him anybody in our position would do the same. He insists if we do small crimes we'll do bigger ones and I explain I could eventually knock him down unconscious to escape but would never deliberately beat him in order to seriously injure or kill and I mean it. He seems to believe me and cuts me some slack. Apparently we have some waiting to do. He says his men caught Riverstone but they have to meet at some exact hour at some door to a police station where they'll bring him. I pretend I have given up and just want to enjoy my last hours of freedom and he relaxes and serves some drinks and we talk and listen to music. He doesn't tie me up, I am free to move around. I sing along and he is impressed with my voice. He starts really enjoying our time together, like we are on a date, singing and drinking, but I am making sure he drinks way more. At some point he is losing control and I manage to tie him up with some S&M gear that he has. My plan is to leave him there comfortable while I go to the meeting point to rescue Riverstone,
    4. 5 Jan: Charity project school trip and helping Sandra Bullock escape police

      by , 01-05-2021 at 09:16 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      School trip to a poor school beyond a wasteland we have to cross by train. We are welcomed with music but the other students don't look happy at all, more like insulted. There's some music from The Queen and I start lightening the mood by singing and cĺimbing the stairs dancing and mingling with the kids. We go to a room where we sit around a table and watch a presentation. Joanna Lumley is there, she is like a patron. She has being doing a vlog for charity towards these kids and we are supposed to replace her doing those videos. Or someone is. They chose me. I have to make one improv video as a test. I do a makeup tutorial, which is a total flop, but as I do it, I feel like I have a second body from which I watch myself failing and from there I make a funny video making fun of myself. To the other people it just looks like I suffer from dissociative identity disorder.

      Something during a storm in a chalet on a mountain and police cars coming.
      There is Sandra Bullock and someone throws away some papers. We hide her in a room. She is taking anti-depressants and medication to fight alcoholism. But we stand with her. We accept one detective in to explain what they want and they want to arrest her. We think she was set up. We kick him out and I help her prepare an escape to prove her innocence. I go get all the papers from the trash because turns out they are important.
    5. 5 Aug: I am a knight protecting my baby, lucid with mom and meeting family members in their past

      by , 08-05-2020 at 09:29 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      I am a male knight on my property with my family. A group attacks our house, I can't help my wife there, as I am at some annexes with our servants and holding our baby, whom they are after. I escape through a tunnel that my servants help camouflage. I get out at some building that looks like a middle eastern hotel.

      I help a gay activist not to be arrested and I get arrested instead. My mom helps me escape by asking to escort me to the bathroom which is upstairs from the cell floor. They allow. The only way to escape is by jumping out of the window. She is scared and tells me to do it alone. But I don't want to leave without her,
      so I realize we are dreaming and I tell her it's just a dream. Since the cops are coming after us, I grab her and I cross the wall and bring her with me. It works, on the other side is our old house and some family members are there, looking much younger or back from the dead. My dad, my maternal grandparents, my auntie and great-grandmother with full black hair. They recognize my mom but not me. I wonder if she would like to stay here.
    6. 5 Dec: Running away from the start of a zombie attack

      by , 12-05-2019 at 09:23 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      At some office or school building. It is quite empty. There is only a couple of persons with me and walking around. But we hear scary sounds and a couple zombies come through the door. We fight them with whatever we have. I pick a sturdy ceramic cup to smash their heads, but unlike movies, their skulls are thick. I hit them several times and they almost don't flinch. I am even feeling sorry for hurting them. But we escape to outside where we find hungry dogs also posing a threat, but we go up and down some stairs after throwing some food at them and we run to a residencial area. In the residences there are lots of people and life runs as normal. Someone is throwing a party with loud music as night approaches and neighbors are at the windows talking at each other about doing something to shut it down. I am staying at a house with my parents or at least they had some involvement in setting it up for me. My dad was just there to show some wall he built in the back of the house for extra protection, which comes in handy. But I still plan to look for some safer place. I grab as much food as I can and pack bags and go to a train station or airport. They don't want to allow me to take all my food with me and I complain, but as long as I can embark I am ok. I just want to leave.

      Updated 07-29-2021 at 09:31 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. 30 Aug: Family being chased by police in the 30s or 40s

      by , 08-30-2019 at 09:54 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      It's the 30s or 40s. I am in a family that is part of some resistance. We are at a central station trying to get a train to somewhere and some policeman recognizes us. We are at some subterranean level and we find some stairs going up. I push my family members upstairs and try to block the stairs with something to gain time, then follow them. I hear shots but fortunately no bullet hits me. At the most upper floor there is a library or office with a large framed window with access to outside (it is actually ground floor). The window is very high and we need to climb bookshelves to get there. There are no doors connecting elsewhere and the window has no possibility of opening. I look for something heavy and I can only find a rotary phone that I pull and take with me. Our chasers are already inside the office but I manage to break a corner of the window, 2 or 3 framed squares, enough for us to glide outside. It's almost a one floor high but we manage. Some passersby see us but seem not to care. I spot some police or military not so far away but we mingle with other people and they don't seem to be looking for us. We need to turn at a nearby street but we walk instead of running to avoid attracting attention. We look for shelter as soon as possible to get out of the street.
      Meanwhile, throughout our several hideout attempts there are several tornados forming and we run from them through the streets and look for hideouts that can resist the winds. Most of the places we enter are modern buildings full of glass walls and glass ceilings, open spaces that offer no protection and no underground levels. It is frustrating. Then we find at some kind of terminal a small concrete cubicle at a corner, where an old very poor couple lives, with no roof or windows, just a concrete box and we kinda invade their home and try to explain to them why and hope they don't get too mad.

      Updated 10-09-2019 at 10:04 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. 14 Sep: Escaping dystopian cityscape

      by , 09-14-2015 at 11:17 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I live in a world confined to one large city, from which no one ever exits, at least that I know of. But I feel oppressed by this society and it's forms of control, so I come up with a plan to escape. I meet someone who works for the government and is also not so happy with life and glad to help me out. She knows of archives on the 66th floor of a governmental building, where every persons records are kept and some sort of tracking system. She gets me inside and I find my file and tracker and destroy it. But we are caught and soon an army of securities is heading towards us. I tell her to go away and blend in with the other workers, no one will know she was involved. I escape to the top of the building. Encounter some security, fight, steal a gun, use it against other securities. The gun is a mix of taser and laser. It shoots a kind of red ray that only activates when I press a red button on my gun, immobilizing the person shot previously. Not very practical, but it helps. I manage to reach the roof of the building. I see the city spreading in all directions. The truth is I have no idea if there's anything else beyond this city, never even seen its frontiers. But I dive in the void and fly away, from building to building. I will find out.
    9. 24 Mar: karma and the time of my death

      by , 03-24-2014 at 10:55 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      (...) An incredible coincidence happens in Riverstone's life, which makes him aware of a mistake he was about to make and puts him on a path that is extremely favourable to him. He makes a comment like he is thankful for the path correction but wondering how many sentient beings will suffer in consequence. I don't understand wht he means and he explains his view that karma balance is in pyramidal hierarchy. The more merits you accumulate the better karma you have but the universe has to balance it by distributing equal ammount of bad karma to those with no merits. "I find that hard to accept. Is karma like entrophy? So what happens when you accumulate endless merits and you tend towards budhahood? The rest of the world plunges into darkness, so you can get enlightened. And then what? Big bang happens?" He just points out that I should see how the beings who are close to enlightnement, magically don't need to worry anymore about providing for themselves, there's always people attending to their needs and that gives them more freedom to meditate and pursue liberation, like in a positive feedback loop.(...)

      (...) A lost man appears at my front door, asking for a place to spend the night. I let him in, he seems harmless. But later on I think he kidnaps me, because there's a gap in my memory and I end up at some place where they seem to be making experiments with humans andhibridation with something else. I watch a baby being born and starting to talk soon after and growing up in one day the equivalent to at least 5 years.
      I wake up and start writing down this dream, just to realize I'm still dreaming.
      Next thing I am trying to escape this place, it's a complex labyrinthic building. They don't lock me up, they just keep me in some living area where others like me are kept to do a seemingly normal life until whatever.
      I find Zilla and some other girl I know among them. I tell them I found a small hatch under some stairs in a discrete place where few people go and invite them to try to escape with me through there. They accept to take a peak. I go inside and find a tunnel that opens up like a funnel and seems like a promising getaway route. But when it's their turn, someone else passes by and they just run away. I decide to go alone and see where it leads.
      I find myself in a different area, where other people are confined, most of them of african descent. I am welcomed by a group of Angolans and one big lady shows surprise when I tell her my name. She says she has a notebook, where she rights down information she gets in her dreams and that recently she dreamt of a girl with my name.
      I get half lucid, not entirely aware I'm dreaming, but very much focused and I can clearly read from her notebook and even when I look at different times, the information on it does not change.
      She shows me the page and it adds up. She wrote my name, my approx. weight in kgs (60), my height in feet (5.4) - and I just had to check online how much that is in meters, cause I use metric system - my day and month of birth and... the date of my death! I was shocked, because it is 14 June 2014. I turn to her "That's just a little more than a couple of months away! It can't be!". She says " I don't make the rules, I just get the information". "So, I do I die?". And she touches me and I have a vision of an accident, some heavy metal piece falling from a scaffold over my head. There is only one thing that does not add up, the year of birth: she wrote 1964 and that is more than 15 years before I was born. I tell her that maybe it's not me, but someone else with my name and older than me. She says, her visions are not always 100% spot on and some numbers might get confused, but if every other number is right, there's good chance it is me.

      So, obviously, I'll avoid any construction site and scaffolds around that day!

      Updated 03-26-2014 at 11:16 AM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , false awakening
    10. 27 Sep: Building complex, elephant attack and tsunami in Japan

      by , 09-28-2010 at 01:51 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      Iím a bit disappointed with my dream recall and LDs lately. My boyfriend didnít use to wake up when I was taking notes, but now he wakes up all the time and complains Iím making noise or that the light disturbs him (I have a pilotís pen with LEDs, that can lit the whole room). This is inhibiting me as I donít want to be the cause of his bad nights of sleep.
      On the other hand he also keeps waking me up, disturbing my LDs, efforts to WILD or OBE. I mean, itís good to have someone by your side, but it definitely messes up with the sleep and dream practices. Sometimes I feel jealous of you single oneironauts out there: enjoy your single bed while you can
      My boyfriend and I are seriously considering that I go sleep on the couch. LOL Really!


      23:00 GMT Ė Sleep

      Escaping a complex long building
      Iím with a group of friends in a very strange place. Itís almost like a long, long tunnel housing complex. It includes a bit of everything, from a kindergarten somewhere in the middle and a gay/travesty bar in one end. And all these places are interconnected. Weíre having some fun at these gay bar at the end and some of these guys in the group are like politicians and public figures and some of them are with heavy make-up and travestied, but no one is really gay, they are just loosen up trying to have some serious fun.
      But then a bunch of police like a swat team is coming. Thereís a lot of panic around, we donít know exactly what, but apparently thereís something illegal going on this place and we were caught in the middle. My friends freak out, because although weíre not involved, it would be quite a scandal if their fun party would become public. So we decide to escape by the back, through the interconnected series of buildings behind. They have no time to undress so we just need to be very discrete and avoid being seen by anybody Ė if someone sees us and the police then questions people, they will still get to us and specially become suspicious with our escape.
      So as we go (weíre quite a large group Ė maybe 6-7 people) we really struggle not be seen. Thereís a funny scene, when weíre crossing the kindergarten area Ė a lady sees me in the kitchen and asks me what I am doing there. Luckily she didnít saw the others who were squatted behind some furniture. I distract her, trying to luck totally normal and filling up a glass of water and saying Iím new there and I am just coming to get a glass of water for some kid. She is not really convinced but immediately gives me some errands to do. As I distract her with this, the others use the opportunity to continue forth, still squatted and manage to go to the next building. As I also get rid of the lady and go after them we then meet at this kind of passageway between two buildings and someone sees us. But fortunately is my friend Hugo and he decide to help us. He checks the path and tells us when itís clear. Then we have to cross a yard and although there are some places to hide (now we have to crawl behind some bushes), thereís also a lot of people passing by and at some point I need to run back, as I risk being spotted. And I guess this goes on until we finally reach the other end and get out of this complex... but donít recall anything else.


      3:10 GMT

      Attack of the big mad elephant
      Iím in what seems to be some of my home town streets, near the river. Thereís some festival going on and at some point everybody starts running in panic because an elephant is on the loose and he is not friendly. As I see the elephant coming I prepare to simply fly away and get into safe ground but I see all these people totally vulnerable and feel like helping. I try to gather them all and we run to some parking lot of a supermarket (something like that), which has fences around. The elephant still takes some time to get there as he is distracted along the way with other stuff/people. I coordinate people to help me close the gates and secure the fence, but I realise it is quite weak and in some places it is even broken. I know an elephant can simply step on it and enter, as if it was made of paper. But these people need hope and I play along. My father is also there. He hands me his watch. It has a leather bracelet and he tells me it can be used to close the gate. I actually think itís quite a great idea, even if it wonít make any difference.
      Then I spot this warehouse behind us, which is actually also very weak, but could give us a better chance and I tell everybody to get inside.
      We close all doors and barricade in there. The elephant has finally approached and we sense him outside. He is huge and he is mad. I sense itís no ordinary stressed elephant, he is on a mission and wonít let go of it.
      He actually yells (yeah, the elephant speaks!) to us that heíll be watching us and weíll eventually need to go outside and heíll be waiting for that moment. People feel upset but also in a good mood because they escaped so far and thereís a chance if they come up with the right plan. Thereís a young couple with their kids and they plan to take some shower (apparently we even have showers on the warehouse, I wonder if thereís also food by any chance) and take the kids along. Then at night people make a bonfire and sing and dance. They are really in good mood, but the future is uncertain.


      5:40 GMT

      On the churchís attic
      Iím inside some old building which Iím not yet sure what it is. I see some stairs going up, like to a tower and I want to go up there, but thereís tape saying ďconstruction siteĒ on it and meanwhile a guy yells at me that I canít go there, that it is dangerous. I say ok and keep exploring the ground floor. I see this corridor with arcades on the sides that leads me to a big central nave and I realise it is a church. On this central nave there are stairs leading to a higher platform, not really another floor, but an intermediate floor. The same guy who yelled before, now yells that I can climb to that one. And I say ok again and climb the stairs. I find myself in this platform, not at all interesting, but with a very old wooden floor, that squeaks and bends down. Some guy that looks like a junkie tells me ďHave you seen this floor?Ē, ďYeah, so what!Ē, ďIt was restored recently and itís totally safe to jump on it!Ē. And I see many people just walking around and jumping on it. I feel no confidence at all on this floor and just decide to go down again, when I spot some more stairs leading to some attic. I go up there and I find this wonderful room with kiddie furniture and toys and such a cozy warm ambiance. I wonder whoís living there and then I see my two cousins S. and J. They are living there. I say hi to them and how good it is to see them again. Then I say this place is amazing and I am so happy they finally have a nice room just for them (theyíve always been poor and sleeping on really shity houses, with no room of their own. I tell them they deserve to finally have such a nice home. But somehow they are not looking very happy. I notice they have this ball pool and a smaller room on a corner which is a playing house. Then I look through the window (which is a skylight on the inclined roof) and I see a beautiful view Ė green lush mountains and the ocean.
      They still look unhappy and I wonder why they look so young. They should by now be twenty and twenty-something years old, why do they appear as kids.
      But I donít get lucid...

      Tsunami in Japan
      Then Iím kicked to this outside landscape I was seeing through the window and Iím by the sea. On my left side is a river flowing into the sea. Iím with a group of girl friends. And weíre in Japan! Weíre just relaxing by the water when I notice a strong wave hitting the quay on our left. The wave is about a meter high, but it is so straight up and strong I sense something abnormal. Then I see a second wave like this and I tell my friends I think itís a tsunami. And if it is, these were just the warning waves and we have just a few minutes until a big one comes. They could say I was crazy but the fact is although not entirely convinced, they decided to play it safe and depart with me. A friend is driving a tiny red car and we go through a road that goes side by side with the river. Current is now upstream and water is starting to rise. They realise I was correct and I tell them to turn on the left to a road that goes up, instead of staying on this road that is quickly being flooded.
      As we go up, we see other big waves hitting the shore and covering the land. On top of this hill we find a village and people are running away. We ask two guys if they know whatís going on and they tell us there was a warning on the radio that had been a big quake on the sea and a big tsunami was expected and that the big waves were still going to come. They told us it wasnít safe to stay here, we had to go to higher ground as everybody was doing. Half the hill was already covered by water and it was surrounding us, because this hill was only connected to mainland through one side. We asked him the way out and he just pointed vaguely to the road in front of us and then left. We saw 2 or 3 cars going that way and we followed them. Then we arrived at this bifurcation again, on some square and we didnít know where to go now. We first went left but the road was going down and half of it was already covered by water. We were getting scared and yelling at that guy who didnít offer to guide us out of there Ė was every man by itself. Now driving really quickly we turned back and went to the right and kept going up.
      Then I woke up. [Letís hope this is not a precognitive dream, because next week Iíll be going to Japan...]

      7:10 Ė Wake up