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    1. 19 Nov: Spies, food, feeling trapped and a fairy tale

      by , 11-19-2010 at 11:17 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG


      21:45 GMT

      Not yet quite dreaming, but thinking (as I sleep) about the NATO summit and Obama and meditation (?) Whatever.

      23:00 GMT

      Spy games
      Iím at the train station just outside an airport, watching, as some cool guy with a guitar case is coming up some escalators. On top of the escalators is another guy who seems to be waiting for him. They spot each other and the guitar guy tries to go back, pushing everybody whoís on his way. He is kind of spy, but I feel he is actually doing a very heroic work and is not the villain. But this other guy is government and for all they know, this guyís a spy and a bad one. They chase each other and the guitar boy manages to reach the train platform. The chaser starts shooting, thinks get ugly and some guy tries to play the hero by trying to jump over the guitar boy, but misses and ends up falling on the train tracks. This causes a lot more chaos and the guitar boy manages to escape.
      I watched all this and I watch the boy moving away by getting on a train and jumping from it a bit further.
      I am hovering somewhere above all these scenes and my mom is by my side and we discuss calmly how people not knowing the intents of each other, end up hurting each other and creating mayhem.


      Being a nag at the canteen
      I arrive at a canteen where Iím going to have lunch with some girl friends. I think mom is also still around. The soup plates are filled with soup, but instead of being side by side on the counter, they are stacked over each other. I say ďGross!Ē but take one and get all dirty with soup on my hands and soup dripping all over. The main dish is tofu with rice and potatoes. They also have omelette sandwich as alternative and I take one. The line is taking a lot of time to move and when finally it is my time to hand over my lunch ticket I conclude maybe I will take the dish, because itís included in the price anyway Ė so I go back and try to fill a plate, but then it breaks in half. I finally get my food and to hand over my ticket, but then I canít find my wallet Ė I had left it on the counter back in the beginning of the line. Once again I have to quit my place and go fetch for it. People are really getting annoyed at me.

      TV show
      Then Iím sitting on the floor with my back against a couch where my mom is sitting. Weíre watching TV as we eat and thereís a new talk show, which is in fact not new but an old one, from the 60s or so. Itís about informal conversations with famous people. They also sit on a living room and in this case this actress is sitting on some pillows on the floor while responding to the questions from the host sitting on the couch. The topic they are discussing is New Age. The actress is explaining how her ďreligionĒ is not yet well accepted, especially in the USA, but she believes it will in the future. Iím a bit bored and my mom hands me some pieces she said she bought so I can fix the cat water fountain. OK, cool, Iíll be right on it!

      2:20 GMT

      Princess on a fairy tale
      I need to descend into a sort of deep and large well, to save my mom. But inside this well lives a monster. He kidnapped my mom so he could lure me into the well. He wants me as his companion, for endless times. I am trying to go down without him noticing me, but itís basically impossible and he captures me. He is a strange ugly creature which scares the hell out of me at first contact, but after a while, I start sympathising with him. He just feels lonely.
      But then I discover thereís a whole new story behind, with intrigues involving two royal families. So, I am the princess of one kingdom and thereís a princess of another kingdom. And the monster originally captured this other princess, but her family made an agreement with the monster and so they kidnapped my mom and offered me in exchange. Then my own family comes in my rescue and the two kingdoms start fighting. But I canít stand all this violence and hatred and meanwhile Iím sort of friend with the monster and bring him along with me to stop this nonsense. A crazy guy from the other kingdom freaks out, thinks Iím nuts for bringing the monster along and wants to shoot me. He is pointing a gun at me and I try to defend myself Ė only thing I find around is a stapler, so I shoot staples into his groins and he howls in pain.
      When everybody calms down and weíre quietly sitting under some trees after the war is over, just admiring the sunset, one of my friends or sisters says ďLook, I can see fairies.Ē I tell her itís not fairies, just some moths translucent and shiny because of the sunset light hitting them. And at first thatís in fact all I see, but then... ďI can see them to!!!Ē Little orbs of light are floating around us and they become more and more numerous until they fill the entire space. I feel bliss emanating from these creatures of light and they heal our wounds.


      3:45 GMT

      Lost on my way home
      Iím the town right after my home village and I head to a bus to get home. I hop in to ask the driver if he is going that way, but he closes the door and drives away before even replying to me. ďNoĒ he says, he goes to the opposite direction. He then tells me I can get out in the next town and come back to get the right bus. Nice, thanks... But then maybe he realises he was uncool, so once we arrive at next town, he comes outside with me and walks me by some road to explain where I should go to get back. He is actually flirting with me and says he is so sorry. I say ďNo, I am sorry for causing so much trouble!Ē (really?) Then I see that a 19-year old girl and a month-old baby are following us and people come out of the bus screaming thinking that we were kidnapping them. Crazy people.
      So I just keep going and encounter a small village on top of a hill, with really cute white houses and an amazing view over the river, which never looked so good to me. I see a harbour and people bathing in the river, on the base of the hill. The sun is shining an I feel so attracted to the water that I consider bathing just after taking a photo or two of this place. But then some guy appears and he is cranky for some reason and distracts me from that intent. Instead I go up some street and get engulfed by a sea of people crammed into some alley.


      Trapped
      Then I encounter my auntsí house and stay there for a while. Their house is gigantic, rich and fabulous, but maybe with too many ďbibelotsĒ and souvenirs from their travels. Shelves and shelves of stuff. My friend Zilla is also there.
      For some reason at some point I want to go away, but I donít find any door and each window I cross just leads to another room. Iím getting a trapped feeling and my friend Zilla is following me around, asking me why I want to leave. The urgency to leave goes up and I find a toilet with two windows leading outside. I try to open the first, but itís jammed, so I go to the second just to find a huge, scary spider on an enormous spider web blocking the window. If it was an ordinary spider it wouldnít stop me, but it was huge, and fleshy and looked really dangerous, so I gave up, or at least went to look for something to take it out of the way. This was on a basement, so I decide to go upstairs but the spiral stairs going up are now a spiral of a continuous sand bag that we had to climb up. It left me tired but didnít stop me. Then on top floor I see one of these shelves with a beautiful Buddha on it and because I stop to admire it, my friend Zilla then lures me to stay by saying thereís a whole section of Buddhist souvenirs my aunts have in a room. I go to see it and it works, because I no longer think about leaving the place.
      Later on I wake up in a bed and my BF is just by my side, writing in the dark on some notebook. When I look at the window, thereís a very dim light coming in and I think I see the Italian Tower of Pizza just passing by. How can that be? Then I see Godzilla, a T-Rex and a Triceratops passing in front of the window, but they have this look of a 50ís sci-fi movie. I shake my BF ďDid you see that? What is that?Ē He laughs and says itís just a movie. Either the window is a screen or outside the window a movie is being projected on a wall. Either way, I cool down. I get up and I see a model of the Kyoto Pagoda on the bed-side table. My BF says it is nice and then I see a button and some monk figurine on the base moves and the whole thing starts making a sound, like chimes. We find it kitsch to say the least. Then my aunts appear on the other side of the hallway to this room and I have no clue what they want from us.


      5:10 GMT

      Demo

      Iím walking on the city with mom and BF. We enter some fashionable clothes but we notice a big movement outside and we remember itís the anti-NATO demonstrations. We decide to join it or at least check if everything is calm and safe. It doesnít look so calm. As we go downhill, we see lots of police and they seem to be taking position for something. We follow a group of activist but keep a safe distance and are ready to come back if things get ugly.

      6:30 GMT

      A kitty accused of treason
      Then Iím walking the sidewalk from my old school in my home village, when I see a group of kids calling for someone. I instinctively know they are looking for a kitty. I spot the kitty on top of a brick wall and I fly over there. I also feel they might not have good intentions, so when I see the kitty about to jump to meet them, I grab her. They then see me and ask me to let her go, but I ask them back what do they want from the kitty. They say she is their friend. I insist. They also insist she is their friend. ďAnd...?Ē And then they say ďBut she is a traitor!Ē. I remind them it is just a tiny kitty, but they are seriously mad at tell me I donít know her. Ooookayyy....!

      Cousin
      Then I enter a house with my BF and we head to a room on a mission to make a baby. But the room is geminated and thereís another couple in the second room. Itís my cousin Sara with her BF, who is a Eastern European guy who is in bed with his laptop. I have a short conversation with my cousin and smile that sheís so growned up. She is a bit upset that the guy wonít put down the computer and I offer to help him out, so maybe he gets it done faster Ė he is with some software problem. But my BF (I think) tries to discourage me and in the end just drags me out of this room. But when arriving at our room, itís now a dining room and lots of family is there having some meal. We sit down and I remember passing on something.

      8:00 GMT
    2. 11 Sep: Burning stuff, detachment and harassment

      by , 09-23-2010 at 09:48 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

      I have been sick, which totally knocked out my dream recollection for almost a week. Then I had to travel to Belgium and slowly recovered my dreams but had no possibility to write them down on dreamviews. Still, I have a lot to tell: I accomplished the monthly tasks of September, among other personal achievements. Will try to publish these past 10 days' dreams in slots, not to spam the DJ page.


      23:45 GMT – Sleep

      Body-guarding
      I save a lady twice. First someone puts her on a truck over some train tracks and I just get her out at the last minute. Later we’re on a boat and I see a guy approaching her with a gun on his hand. He’s someone she knows and she trust him but I sound the alarm and just avert another murder attempt.

      Incinerating a landscape
      I’m hovering some natural landscape with a big lake or sea and there’s some nasty stuff contaminating the waters. I’m shooting beams from my hands into land and water that blow up the whole thing. I see it catching fire, feel very disturbed with this destruction but I know that it’s for a greater good.

      5:30 GMT

      Burning attachments
      My house was on top of some cliff and there was really bad storm going on, landslides and so on. The house broke into pieces, little by little and we lost everything. First I cried for the loss, but then I focused on the fact that we (me and family) were still alive and that was the most precious possession, so I started feeling this comfy feeling of peace of mind and liberation.
      I walk to a nearby house that is still standing, with the few possessions I managed to rescue and inside I find this guy watching TV as if nothing happened. I feel he is responsible for what happened, I ask him why and despite already having felt inner peace, right now I feel an anger arising and I attack him. He is totally unaffected as if my punches don’t even touch him. At the same time I feel this mix of anger and attraction to him. He finally speaks and with much sorrow in his eyes he says my pain and anger are destroying him and then he transforms into a kind of androgynous fairy in dark clothes which slowly freezes like a block of ice. I realise my anger is killing him and I then feel compassion and love and slowly it unfreezes from that state. I then feel immerse in a sea of loving kindness and detachment, I transform. I now have a helmet and flamethrowers in my hands and with a bizarre floating dance, we both throw fire at the rest of this house and possessions saved and feel totally liberated as I watch them burn.


      6:30 GMT

      Artistic kid
      I see these amazing drawings of a kid – he makes beautiful nudes – and I want to know more about him. Then I see his life from above (as a movie) and see him in highschool, hanging around with his friends. Nothing really interesting, he’s just a kid with talent – and I think, there are so many out there!

      Harassment
      I am taking a shower at my mom’s place and as I come out of the bathtub my uncle C. enters the bathroom. I feel a bit surprised and upset, I just had time to pull a towel and cover myself. What is he doing here? He is wearing a monk’s robes but he is also hitting on me. I try to avoid him but it’s not easy, he corners me. Luckily my aunt also comes and gives me an opportunity to escape. Then there’s a shift in the dream. I pass into a city landscape and think I’m now in another dream and got rid of him, but he followed me here. He is just behind me, trying to catch me again but by then I am lucid and decide to fly away to leave him behind. I fly a little bit and see this gorgeous cityscape – really lovely, large sidewalks, monumental buildings and bridges, a long garden with red flower carpet. As I hover the flower carpet I lose the dream and wake up.

      7:45 GMT – wake up

      Updated 09-23-2010 at 09:51 AM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. 4 Sep: Jews and Palestinians, mystical encounters, lucid in Poland

      by , 09-06-2010 at 02:49 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING


      23:30 GMT Ė Sleep

      Mystical experience
      I think I fell asleep thinking about trying to have an O.B.E. I was lying on my back but think I fell asleep and got caught up between dream and waking state, I was sleeping, donít remember being on any dream, I guess I didnít feel any of the O.B.E. triggers so I just kind of entered this meditation state, focusing on my breathing. I was asleep but I could also feel my body and hear the external sounds. I wasnít really fully lucid, but naturally I focused on body awareness. I felt an extreme discomfort and focused on that. I felt it multiplying. I canít really explain what it was exactly that was multiplying, it just became multiple.

      2:30 GMT

      Visit to Jewish neighbourhood
      Iím in a Jewish neighbourhood in the middle-east. Iím foreigner and I am escorting a small group of tourists. They are jewish-portuguese. Among them is a young boy who sees this young girl in the middle of all these bearded men from this neighbourhood and asks her something in her language but with a very bad pronunciation. She also speaks Portuguese, as she is Portuguese descendant and replies in his language, to which he replies happily. But the family of the boy scolds him and insists he must train his Hebrew.

      Occupied land
      I am part of a group of observers on what seems to be Palestine. We are keeping an eye on the occupying army, seeing if they donít commit abuses of human rights. On that day we follow closely two cases that could have ended badly. First, some kids entered a military off-limits area and they barely escaped being shot by militaries chasing them on a truck. Later, a couple with a small young girl are trying to evade from this occupied area and they pass over a concrete wall, when they are spotted by an helicopter right when they are about to break free. Luckily they find some big sewage pipes, leading underground and manage to escape. Nobody else knows about them anymore.
      At night Iím in a terrace, looking at the cityscape and the stars, hoping for the end of this violence and persecution.


      Mystical ceremony
      I then see in the sky and orb of light. I try to figure out what it is and decide I have to follow wherever it is going. I find myself entering a swamp on the outskirts of the city. As I go through the bushes, I find this open area and I see a gathering of enlightened beings and a few gurus. My main guru is taking part of some kind of wedding ceremony with his own mother. I have no idea why. Then another guru sees my enquiring look explains to me that it is only symbolic. That she has some important transmission to pass on to him, from a female tradition and to receive it, he has to symbolically marry her first.
      Thereís some other students of these gurus around and I hear one asking this one guru if itís true that they can enter our minds as they want. He responds in a joking way, saying ďOf course, we're like the boogy man and we will haunt your dreams. So beware.Ē


      4:00 GMT

      Fairy and deity
      Me and Riverstone are by some lake, looks shallow, safe and pleasant, but we donít dive until some guy appears Ė like a forest guard Ė and tells us is totally fine to go inside the water. The lake is actually composed of 4 lakes, connected with each other and with an island in their centre. I just wet my feet, feeling the water is warm and cozy but then I see a chameleon and it gets my attention. He is red but turning yellow as he approaches me. Then I find him amidst a bed of white flowers and he turns completely white. Then he actually transforms into a butterfly-like fairy, all white with little white orbs around it. As this fairy sits on a flower, a beautiful exotic lady, with dark skin (not black, but very tanned) Ė a deity? - comes hovering and blesses this fairy. I kind of receive her name on my mind but recall it very badly Ė something like Aedis Abba ???


      5:30 GMT

      Mystical insight
      Something about reincarnation and non-linear timeline. In the dream it was so clear and obvious but I couldnít make sense of it to write it down.

      Wedding on an island and alien invasion
      Iím on an isolated island on some facilities carrying on some secret projects. Due to some failure, thereís an alien or whatever on the loose, that we failed to contain and it will start mayhem out there. Fortunately weíre on an island where nobody lives and we hope to contain it before it finds a way to go to mainland. Iím on a boat around the island and I cross another boat with a colleague of mine, also doing his round. Then I find thereís a bunch of people who entered the island illegally. I go check what is going on Ė itís a bunch of rich kids who came on a private jet. A couple is marrying and they wanted to do something original, so they had this fucking great idea of sneaking secretly into this island without permission. I wondered how they manage to come without being seen, but since everybody is looking for the alien/monster, nobody was paying attention to that detail.
      Apparently they were already detected and a jeep with armed men are coming in their direction to evacuate them, but they see it and just run to the plane, managing to fly before being caught. Letís just hope the ďbeingĒ is not already with them!
      Then I go back to the facilities and I meet Ugly Betty with a boyfriend who came to say that the ďbeingĒ escaped and the invasion started. Then she starts preparing her weapons, which apparently were slates with loving words on it??? (very effective, for sure...)


      Wounded dog on the road
      Iím on a car with my mom, whoís driving. Weíre on a long road crossing vast planes, but we see a dog lying down in the middle of the road. We think heís dead so my mom just moves around him, but I have decided not to ignore the animals and people who are potentially in need of help and not necessarily already dead. So I ask her to stop and I walk back to check on the dog. He is bleeding but he moves his head slightly. I feel such despair. I want to carry it to the car, but he is bigger than he looked and Iím afraid of hurting him even more. So, Iím deciding how to carry him, when I wake up.

      6:20 GMT

      Lucid in a Polish village
      Iím going out of a house, apparently trying to escape from being seen by some lady. I pass by these two guys sitting on a tractor. The youngest guy looks at me long and deeply and I find it strange. He seems so real! Then I get lucid. I think maybe this guy is not a DC but actually a dreamer and he also sensed that I was a dreamer. But I donít go ask him, because meanwhile I kept moving and I left him behind. I realize Iím in this eastern-Europe like village. The roads are in stone, buildings are small and beautifully painted, 18th or 19th century like.
      But I look around at other people trying to find some other dreamers, trying to find a very distinctive mark that someone is not a DC. Just for fun I go around asking people how they are enjoying this dream. They couldnít care less. But then from my left appears Andrzej, this polish guy I know. He looks damn real. I canít say what it is, but I feel it. Maybe he is also a dreamer. Anyway, what is he doing here? I guess weíre maybe in Poland and thatís why heís there.
      I ask him if he knows he is dreaming but he doesnít react to the question, just asks me something else. I keep insisting and finally get his attention. I stop in front of a shop window and melt the glass, then a wall. He starts believing me and funny enough, some other person who was inside this shop gets amazed and apparently also goes lucid. But I didnít know the person and she just disappeared, probably to explore her own lucid dream.
      My friend is lucid for what seems to be his first time. He is so excited that he starts becoming really focused on really small details, like reading a poster that is on some street light post, amazed with the detail. I have to snap him out of this fascination and tell him, details are good, but donít focus too much on only one or you will lose lucidity fast. I drag him to the wall again and tell him to try dissolve it. I donít know why I was so pushy on this, but I guess I wanted to keep him busy to prolong his state.
      He tries punching it and gets hurt. I tell him itís not about brute force, that he has to imagine the wall is made of soft material that dissolves with touch. After trying a little bit he manages to leave a hand print on it, which is a good start. At this point is totally exhilarating and I tell ďYou know, thereís a bunch of people who do this often, and we organize groups and plan dream adventures together. Maybe if you could develop this capacity from now on you could join me, be one of my dream pals.Ē
      As we walk, we end up on some dark alley and I feel some bad vibes there and decide we should go somewhere else. But a few ugly looking guys are already enclosing us and I decide our only escape is lifting up, flying. But my friend is not yet skilled on that area. I decide to try to carry him but when I grab him he transforms into a glass of juice and everything starts becoming absurd.
      I did fly up and saw this kind of terrace with an entry door to some house only accessible by the air. It is a tiny place and I find inside a very needed black family, with lots of kids. They sleep all in one division. I feel a protective instinct towards them and go check if the kids are sleeping well. I cuddle them and they are now little back kittens. I wake up.


      7:30 GMT Ė Wake up
    4. 31 Aug: a fairy tale, old memories and mix of kitsch and surreal

      by , 09-02-2010 at 09:43 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


      22:45 GMT - Sleep

      Subway
      I am going to the subway. Apparently I donít want to pay and try to enter anyway, but I have no choice but to go to the ticket machine and buy one. Then I slide it through the validation machine and it is rejected several times. I am getting pissed off and when it finally opens up I run to the train. Then I realise Iím on the wrong side and jump to the tracks to get the train that is about to close the doors and leave on the other platform. I manage not to get killed and I get into the train.

      A fairy tale
      I am this poor shepherdess girl but beautiful like no other. All men, from all walks of life, want me and desire me. The latest one trying to conquer me is this rich sheik offering me a palace and riches. He says Iíll be the first and most important lady of his harem. Yeah, yeah, but I decline. They keep coming but I am in love with this other poor working guy. He is so brave and all but because Iíve been courted by so many princes and rich guys he just decided Iím too good for him and he chickens out. So one day I decide to launch a challenge Ė the one who takes all my sheep to sell somewhere far away in an exotic land and having to cross all sort of dangerous places and experiences, will be the one Iíll marry. Iím totally convinced he will manage and all the other rich guys in their palaces have no chance. But then I also wonder: did I do the right thing? I mean, the other guys are just city dwellers but they have the resources and this guy just has his passion and his guts... Oh well, letís hope for the best.

      0:30 GMT

      Breakfast outside
      The beginning is fuzzy. I was entering this lobby of a building that looked either a clinic or an office building. Thereís a desk in front and some columns. I contour them and realise it is a circular corridor around this desk, along which there are doors leading somewhere. Thereís also this sliding window-door leading to an interior terrace/garden. I have no clue what I am doing here. [gap]
      Then the next scene seems to be in the outside terrace/garden. There are long tables with food on it. People are having breakfast there and I decide to join and eat something to. I find no place to seat but just grab some food. Strangely there are fried fish and other fried salty foods. Iím not used to that, I always eat fruits or muesli. I find a plate of ďpataniscasĒ (a Portuguese dish that actually originated the Japanese vegetables ďtempuraĒ) and I grab one. I circulate around the tables looking for some more treats.


      Laser show on a corn field and compassion for a heart broke
      Iím now on the outside of this big building, looks like a huge barn or maybe it is the inn from previous dream. Now the long tables and long benches are in front of it and Iím sitting in one, turned to a corn field just in front. Thereís a lot of chatting and laughter and I realise just close to me is my prep school sweetheart M. I am aware he just looks like when he was a kid and I know I am no longer a kid. Although I donít become fully lucid, I know this is not real. He is just playing an old scene that happened with us. Because Iím not paying attention to him, he is also ignoring me but I see that he wants desperately to talk to me. So there is something that triggers general amusement and makes him look to my side and he uses the opportunity to smile at me and start conversation. I feel so much compassion for him. I feel ďGosh, poor guy, the suffering he went through those days just to get my attention.Ē I really loved him, I really did. But for some really complex reasons I said no when he later asked me to be his girl. This breaks my heart even more when I look at him there, so innocent. I feel no other emotions but compassion for him and some sadness that I canít go back and tell him it was all so unnecessary, that he was loved, that he was free and that he didnít need me.
      At this point I shut him off from the dream and look to the corn field thinking how nice would be to see some UFOs in the sky, or making a crop circle or whatever. So then I see this lights moving around in the field and get excited. But then the lights forms the shape of doves and I realise itís just some laser show projected on the corn wall. Itís cool but not what I had in mind.


      Hill on fire, random stuff and the fairyís house
      Now it is daylight and warm. Iím also in the countryside, but I recognize it as some hills not far from my childhood home. I see red flames behind the hill in front of me. A fire! I want to see it closer and help whatever way I can to end it. I am with my mom and other people, but the others donít care and keep moving on. My mom is the only one joining me.
      I find firemen but the main fire is still far. Just a few patches of burning grass here and there and I grab some wet towel and starting extinguishing these little fires. As I go uphill I encounter a playground full of children and I wonder how it wasnít yet evacuated. I keep going up and now I find a big white tent and inside is my aunt Lisa fighting a small fire to. I help her and keep moving up. Then I find a precinct where some festival is taking place and once again I wonder why arenít people being evacuated. There are some reporters looking for someone to interview and I hardly manage to escape them. ďMY god, thereís a huge fire raging just behind this! Does nobody know?Ē On some other tent there are a few fat guys eating and watching a movie about pig farms. They are discussing how useful it is to cut the pigís nose. I see the images of that and I feel disgusted - like, what else are these guys going to come up with to inflict pain on the animals? I interrupt their lunch and tell them what I think. They are completely caught by surprise and think that I must be crazy.
      I get out from the back of the tent and I find myself in a house. Tiny, with dirty corridor and I see this guy looking at me with very unfriendly. I have to find and exit fast. I find this interior yard and try to get out of there Ė Iíll have to climb the wall. So I start climbing and itís not really a plain wall, itís more like a very steep hill, with rocks, concrete blocks, all sort of pipes and wires... Then a couple joins me in the escape Ė itís the guyís wife and her ďfriendĒ.
      When I arrive on the top, I am on top of a cliff looking over large planes. To my left though, there is an even higher ground. There are a few stairs that I climb and then Iím on this patio in front of a very cute house with vases of flowers. Itís lovely. I recognise it as the fairyís house! I remember being there before and I feel very emotional.


      2:20 GMT

      Stalking BjŲrk
      Iím with my mom eating breakfast in an Inn and watching TV. Thereís a story playing about this polish (?) guy who is in Portugal shooting a movie with BjŲrk. They interview her and she looks so cute: By coincidence they are interviewing them at his home, which apparently is close to where I am with my mom. I am a huge fan so when weíre driving around during the day my mom keeps an eye of every house trying to spot the one of this guy. I think thatís stupid, but then she spots it behind some bushes. She turns right to that street. I see kids playing in the front yard a lady coming out of the garage and they do look polish or something like it. I really feel uncomfortable Ė what are we doing exactly?
      So we go back to the Inn. After a few days we are cycling around with a friend in a funny bike for 3 people. I spot a group of strange people and I think I saw BjŲrk disguised in the middle of them. Whoever that was, they had fun when they saw us biking. I thought I was going to sop with the stalking.
      I pass a crossroad and stop on the side of the road for a while. Coincidently again, a car stops and a bunch of girls, two of them my old friends from school, Lic and Patty. They want directions to somewhere and I tell them weíre on vacation in the area but we also donít know much about the surrounding places. We have a quick chat and I come back to the Inn.


      4:50 GMT

      Dutch people and stray animals
      Maybe still on the same village as before, Iím walking around with mom and some friend of hers. We pass by a sports club, but it is dutch. There are these board on the wall with names and dates and my mom asks me what it is and I explain it looks like football matches. I get bored and ask to leave. So we keep walking and find an entrance to a residential with restaurant, followed by an entrance to a farm. All seems to be of the same dutch people.
      Then I see my father. What is he doing here? Apparently some work related to the dogs and cats in the area. He tells me of how many pets are abandoned by people in this area but also that thereís a shift in peopleís mind because thereís also an increase in people who report the cases of their neighbours who do it.
      Later weíre on the road, I guess to go home.


      Crystal out of my nose
      Then a dream fragment. I was cleaning my nose and a huge crystal comes out of it Ė nice. Then I make some health recommendations to someone.

      6:00 GMT

      Family reunion
      I am at home and my uncle F. and his wife are there too. I am ironing clothes and I hear them talking about absolutely ignorant things and I say to them something like the market and capitalism being a total illusion and that for them to be happy they had to completely let go of that illusion and just be free. I say it is something basic and obvious and not a matter for discussion, but they donít buy it. Oh well. I later go to the toilet to find out that one of the walls is now half destroyed. I am told someone fell agains the wall and I think ďwow, should be a really heavy personĒ. I touch it and it ends falling apart completely. So, no toilet.

      Space research institute
      Then Iím visiting this centre, it looks like a research institute or a university. Iím on this big room with guys sitting at desks and prototypes everywhere. Thereís a really interesting movie playing on a computer screen and I sit down watching it. It is a mix of Blade Runner and Star Wars, but supposedly refers to real life. They are talking about this Death Star that is in orbit on our planet Ė really? Apparently it is pointed to or being commanded by the White House - this part was not clear.
      Then I realise Iím sitting at this guyís desk and he comes in and looks at me like ďWhat are you doing here?Ē But I donít say a word, I just sit in another chair and try not to get in his way. Then a group of students come and grab chairs and also come to watch this film. They all look at me like I donít belong there and I know I donít, but Iím having fun, so just let me be! Then a door opens behind us Ė thereís a toilet there Ė and a totally naked guy comes out of it. People find it bizarre, but not enough to stop him or cover him. He is complaining that he canít shit, that he has a serious case of constipation and I find all this hilarious. I follow him and then I understand whatís going on. He was trying to save his marriage but he caught his wife cheating on him with this colleague from the institute and just freaked out. Now he is a bit nuts. Eventually he even crosses with his wife on the hallway and she is chatting with her lover when she sees her naked husband. I feel pity for this guy. Probably a brilliant mind that flipped.


      7:45 GMT Ė Wake up

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