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    1. 4 Jun: Flirting with the devil, Gilmore Girls and fire at my mom's

      by , 06-04-2019 at 09:31 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Next door is a guy, which I believe to be a demon. He has a crush on me and has been trying to be my friend but I feel creeped out and have been avoiding him. Me and mom we go to his house on his absence, looking for some evidence, but we have to leave on a hurry and we forget a light on. I imagine him arriving and realizing what we did, and coming full force at us, so I decide going back and take a different approach in case he finds me there, which he does. I pretend to actually wanting to bond with him and say sorry for having entered his home uninvited. He is obviously pleased and invites me to stay. Not sure how well he bought it, but I end up spending some time with him, we watch something on tv and he gets uncomfortably close to me. I look at him and realize he is actually very good looking, with black hair and piercing blue eyes. I decide to focus on that and the fact he's been so friendly, but I can see his true nature just below his skin. I try to be compassionate, but at some point I argue that I really must go. I fear his reaction and for some time later at home I fear he will somehow come after me, like an obsessed psycho, but nothing happens.

      Watching the first episode of a new Gilmore Girls season, but so totally different from the original. Luke and Lorelai are divorced and she became a nun. Rory is blond. And the whole story is sad and boring.

      At my mom's and there is a lot of people with us. My dad is sick in her bed, my friend's daugther Leonor is eating lunch that I provided, but I leave her for a moment and when I come back she is eating a can of cat food. I am shocked at first but then ask her if it is any good. She says it's ok, but not very thrilled. I remove it from the table and scold her. Then some stupid guy is burning things with a lighter, since he heard many household products have flame retardants and wants to test it. He burns the tip of a bed duvet and then the mattress itself. I scold him hard and he just feels disapointed that things really don't go up in flames. But the fact is that they slowly burn anyway and the combustion of the mattress is spreading. I ask my mom for a fire extinguisher. She says the only one she has is being fixed. I then ask for buckets and ask everybody to help. By now, the entire mattress is burning inside and generating heat that is starting flames in the surroundings. We remove all covers and drench it in water and cover the outside flames to extinguish them. I just want to punch the stupid guy who did this.
    2. 27 May: Police raid, my grandparents house, touring with the sangha

      by , 05-27-2019 at 11:32 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening


      A police raid in a pub. I am with them, but I guarantee they'll find nothing besides a couple old people having some drinks. Once the cops are gone, I stay behind and the owners of the place take me to their underground bar / grocery store that provides food for illegal immigrants and is also a meeting point for marginals.

      Me, dad, cousin Cris, my aunt and late uncle, we are offered a weekend at my late grandparents house, which now has new owner, for a final goodbye. I enjoy every detail of it, look in detail to the old furniture still there, I go to the end of the hallway covered in spider webs, the back door plus the table and sofa and other small trinkets that my grandma kept there.
      Dad asks me for a favor, that I go outside and check something. Instead I go to the bathroom and have a psycho episode, grab a scissor and start cutting my hair. But I stop almost immediately and realizing a huge chunk of hair laying on the ground, I start crying with regret. I do not understand what led me to do it. I ask my cousin to see if it is too bad and she thinks not. Then at the kitchen my aunt tells me to eat something before I go. I start preparing breakfast but she tempts me with candies and a pudding. I go to the fridge to get whipped cream to put on top of it, but instead I put mayo and mustard on it. Then realize what I did and I can't explain it either. I start freaking out with my out of control mind.

      Followed by a reporter as I go with some Dharma brothers and sisters on some tour. One early morning we arrive at some location, get out of the car, everyone is exhausted and laying down on the ground. For some reason they start criticizing a girl who's wearing the same dress and shoes from another occasion. I don't understand what's their problem and tell them it's their minds getting tired and bored, because there is nothing wrong with the girls outfit, plus she looks gorgeous. The reporter is taking notes frantically with a smile.
    3. 22 Apr: Golf with Trump, flying car, all-I-can-eat and dog killers

      by , 04-22-2019 at 10:05 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      At some place, playing with someone's toys and I see a gorgeous realistic doll. The owner says it is for sale and not very expensive, still it's 39Ä. For this type of collectible it is cheap, but still is 39Ä for a doll, so I get really divided and can't decide to buy it.
      Meanwhile, Riverstone comes along and he asks me for some money and I go to my wallet and have packs of money. I start taking all the bills out for counting and ask Riverstone to help. He starts counting and I need to go do something else but I more or less evaluate how much money that was from my week sales and it is quite a lot. I feel glad.

      Dad invited for some event with VIPs. He takes me along. He joins a bunch of old white people who are down in the garden playing a kind of mini golf and Trump is among them. When it's Trump's turn, he does some weird trick and my dad is under the impression he cheated. But from my viewpoint I don't think so, so I tell him that. My dad gets upset that Trump might actually be a good player. Anyway, as I watch closely this group of old pathetic weirdos, all sucking up to trump, I just feel compassion for the poor fucks, including the Donald himself who simply looks like a clown unaware of his own ridiculousness.
      Meanwhile they are being watched from afar by a group of younger people and I notice some dude staring at me and quite a few others also looking like wondering who am I and why I am among the old geezers. Then I get a big smack in the face. It's a girlfriend that just saw me there and is totally surprised to see me there. I wonder the same. She confesses she is around for something else and spotted me with that group and had to come and check.

      Back home (childhood home), I am with my dad and my three cats. My mom has a friend and some family coming over for a dinner and she got drunk on some liquor. I ask the name of it, because I also try it and it is really tasty. When the family members leave, my mom goes out with her friend. My dad is at the bathroom and when he comes out he gets really scared at something. I heard a noise, but I see nothing strange. Then I see the front door completely open and ask if that's why he got scared. He says no, but also doesn't explain, just goes to get some tools to fix something. I close the door and immediately go check on my cats. One by one I find them deeply asleep in different rooms. I feel relieved.

      Parking one of my cars at home (the farm), I notice something weird: my van is not a van, but a second small car. I go check and it is a flying car. I take it for a ride through the country. People walking below get scared but I am high enough not to be a danger. Then I slow down at the next village and an old neighbor who is walking his dogs makes several complaints. We discuss back and forth, but I tell him not to worry. If we conclude the car or my driving are dangerous, I will stop it. So the grumpy old man and I depart in good terms. Then his son comes along, arrogant, no respect for anyone and he wants to sue me. He carries on bragging about his properties and his rich inheritance as if it had anything to do with this situation.

      Doing a Buddhist retreat, staying at some big hostel, several floors high. I find my room, I am tired and just wanna go to my bunk bed. I start dressing my pajama pants, but my neighbor from the bed below invites me to go to the cafeteria for a while. I have very little money that I can spend but I am definitely hungry., so I accept. She actually needed someone to talk to. She says she gave an interview to some media and she is afraid she might have said too much about our retreat. I tell her I always share just the basic and other things I refer to my teachers and if they need, they can ask them. She orders something to drink, I order some kind of yellow thin pancake, the cheapest thing in the menu and then some generous folks come buy with plates full of food, leftovers they want to share, toasts, pasta, sponge cake... I am so happy and don't want to look greedy but I immediately dive on these plates and eat from all of it.

      Some guy who's into booze comes to find his drinking bottle grew and stretched into the sky like the bean stalk from the fairytale.

      Some graphic news on tv about a lady haidresser and her boyfriend who became dogs serial killers, because supposedly she was going through difficulties and started eating dog meat and cooking it to sell to others. They show graphic footage of her cooking live puppies in a barbecue and cutting the neck of a grand danois.
    4. 18 Jan: Family at the mall, meeting friends in Paris and terrorist attack

      by , 01-18-2019 at 01:22 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      At some big mall. I meet my aunt Lisa, Carlos and their kids. She looks embarrassed to see me. Says she has been going to a doctor, has some health problems, potentially bad. That's why she is with her ex-husband and kids.
      I see some people making a fuss at the door of a restroom. Some health inspector comes take note of the situation, I go see what it is. The bathroom has half a dozen toilets but all side by side without divisions and only a sliding curtain separating those waiting in line. Even more weird is that the toilets are high tech, with screens and wifi and conference calls and games, but no privacy.

      I meet Ana Sofia and some friends at a cafeteria and I decide to join them. I try to eat something, but grab an egg sandwich to go. We go outside and I realize we're in Paris. It is crowded and at some point people are organizing a protest with very lights and the police is starting to get in position to crack down on them. We decide to get the hell out of there but we get separated in the confusion.
      I am with some girl who has a map of the city and we try to think where the others were going. I see amazing monuments and buildings I had never seen and look for my camera. We get to a terrace with view to a magnificent area of the river, where we go on some boat with historical meaning and which takes us to see a wall on the other side of the river with amazing reliefs and paintings. There is some renowned stylist directing a photo shoot and his dog comes to the border of the boat to sniff people and befriends me. Then we hear a huge boom and the boat his hit by a big wave full of debris. I see people in the water in the middle of the debris. Our boat makes a very quick u-turn and leaves us back at the dock. They tell us another boat exploded, maybe a terrorist attack. Some people are crying because their family was in it. Everybody is scared and dispersing. My friend hands me my stuff and asks what we should do next.

      Updated 03-18-2019 at 08:55 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    5. 25 Dec: Street theater, family acting strange and creepy kindergarten

      by , 12-25-2018 at 10:30 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Feels like the 30's. Some guy doing some street theater, a critique of society about how people buy clothes to show off instead of focusing on building a better society together.
      Me and a couple of other people are going to take part in the play, but we need to change outfit first in the changing rooms of a shop just behind. I go first. I have to use two dresses during the play, so I need to leave one ready to change later. I feel sweaty, would like to take a shower first but it is not possible. I am topless when I notice someone peaking over a curtain I thought had nothing behind. Actually the next changing room is only divided by this curtain and there is a guy with a small kid and they were surprised by my presence. The man apologizes and asks me if I want some compensation. I am ok, a bit outraged because he had seen me topless, but I tell him it isn't a big deal and he clearly just had been confused, wasn't a perv.

      With my uncles, aunt and cousin at my grandmas. Everyone is a bit weird. My cousin Ana brings baby toys and utensils and scatters them around. I ask if she pregnant again. She says no and offers no explanation. I grab a baby doll that is extremely dirty and ask her why. She says she is saving the toys and I see one that is a Japanese automated vintage toy and I agree it should be preserved. My cousin Duarte brought a friend, they are teasing me about something and then run away. I go after them. I find Zilla, and my uncle Fernando and his wife, doing a weird form of yoga and meditation, that makes me laugh.

      False awakening in my bedroom. I go to the window and I see my dog Hachi barking and some other dog like him in the front hill barking back. Then another large white dog, appears behind the other. Both are dragging a chain and one has a log at the end of the chain. I think that they must have run away from their owner. I feel like helping but it is so early dawn. I find something weird about this... But later I go with some friends to look for the dogs. We only find them in a village 10 kms away.

      Some aliens live among us and we live in an apartheid regime. Kids in school learn a language which is a mix of our own language with the alien language and is becoming the street language.
      I am visiting a creepy school kindergarten. At some point the kids freak out and start running to their places to look behaved. They say mother is coming, she is the director and a very creepy lady. She distributes quilts and linens, she throws two at me. I wonder WTF. Then she picks up some kids and makes them paint the walls in horrible weird colors while singing a creepy song echoing through the corridors.
      I meet a kid who has a hideout in an abandoned hallway in a different section of the building. He takes me there. He takes snacks to eat and leaves chunks of them rotting around, it is disgusting. When I leave him, I come back through the same place and I see the newly painted walls in tones of red and purple and with enigmatic numbers on. There is a creepy song playing in the background. The whole environment reminds me of The Shining. Strangely, some classrooms look absolutely normal, but all around I can spot kids in absolute stress and anxiety.

      Updated 12-27-2018 at 11:38 PM by 34880

      Categories
      dream fragment , non-lucid
    6. 20 Dec: Alien disguise, gangs, family and letter from my guru

      by , 12-20-2018 at 07:17 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am pretending to be an alien, for some reason. I am wearing prosthetics in my body, which I feel that won't fool anyone, but as long I keep serious about it, people are believing me.

      Living at my mom's with other people. It is a dystopian world, no rule of law, people self-organize, but we have managed to cope. Until someone passing by shows us we should be leaving now and join a bigger community as the gangs who pillage are coming our way and will burn everything. I agree and start choosing what's essential to take, but end up caught up by attachment to all secondary stuff, because I can't stand imagining it all going up in flames. But there is no way I can take 90% of the stuff with me.

      At my paternal grandma's house with my mom. We wake up early morning hearing voices, it's some cousins who arrived and joined us. But although their faces are familiar, I have no idea who they are. At breakfast the group has grown with some 4 more family members, uncles and aunts I have no idea who they are. They all behave very at ease around the breakfast table, leaving a lot of dirty dishes and eating my food without any care, but they supposedly are family and I try to keep it cool.

      At some hotel or hostel during some Buddhist teachings I am attending. A couple of Asian guys knocks on my door. One is a big guy and looks Chinese. He hands me an envelope, but it is already open. It contains some money and a letter from my teacher, but clearly all pages are out of order and I wonder if the money is all there. I get rally mad that the guys opened the letter. I start reading it and despite the calligraphy I can actually understand but with the effort to concentrate on what it says, I wake up.
    7. 6 Dec: Enslaved, nerve gas attack, war zone, brainwash camp

      by , 12-07-2018 at 10:49 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am at some harsh environment, like ruins in the middle of a marsh. Looks like a Tomb Raider game. I have to jump from mini platforms to rafts that are already filled with other people, who look Eastern, like Indian, Pakistani, Bangladeshi, not sure.... Then from the rafts we need to reach safe ground, and many die along the way. I manage to get to land, but I am taken as a slave. I find myself in the hands of women who are having fun dressing me up with rich eccentric dresses, probably for sexual slavery to some rich lord.

      I run away and hide ... in a shopping center... I find a small vet office where I bump into my RL vet. He asks me what I think about his new office, it is smaller with less equipment, but he is going through difficulties and trying to keep the business afloat. I feel a bit lost, but say it's ok, while I look at what I am wearing and finding it out of context. He offers me a t-shirt and jeans and says I can stay there and change, but he has to go out. I feel without control of my body, so I slam everything down into the floor and make a huge mess. People from a restaurant next door come to see what's going on and comfort me, thinking I may be having a stroke of some kind. Then I have this insight that I must go after someone who had parked the car right in front and is running away, while leaving behind a bunch of red and green balloons, which are filled with nerve gas and hallucinogenic gas. I was probably already under the influence of it and soon I start getting hallucinations. I hold my breath as I can and try to run to a safe area. Too late to help all these people, as the balloons are popping and there is gas everywhere. I remember that I can fly, so I rise up in the air, in the hope that I can rise above the gas.
      Up in the sky I find a kind of floating amusement park, with giant balloon figures, like Disney characters and in the middle of it, a cabin with a girl inside, looking lonely and sad. She opens the door and welcomes me there. She seems to know what is happening and feeling sad for not being able to help. She is glad she could help me.

      I am with Riverstone and we have a baby boy. But i feel strange that I am seeing this kid for the first time and he is already 2 years old. We are discussing what to name him. Meanwhile he is getting curious about going outside and I freak out. We never go outside (no idea how we get food).
      One day he sees kids playing on the street. He is excited and wants to join them. We on the other hand, just want to tell the kids to hide. It is very dangerous. Then some kids at another building started making signs warning the kids to hide, but they don't understand, look like they are not from here and have no clue. A caravan of military jeeps and tanks comes marching and I tell my boy to duck and be quiet. They start shooting. I guess the kids died. Later we get into a car and get out of there. That's when we cross paths with another car with some people we hadn't seen in a long time and we realize this boy is not really our kid, but their kid and they have our baby instead, a little girl. They also have my mother with them. We decide to do a risky exchange in the middle of the road with the sound of gunshots nearby. I give them the boy and they give me back my girl. My mom also joins us in tears and then we all head to safety.

      With some friends, including Zilla, we're like orphans in a harsh place. We've been taken in by some gangster organization against our will. My friends have accepted it, they take care of us, feed us, give us education. But it doesn't feel right to me. One day they take us all on a trip to some tropical paradise, everybody is rejoicing and I am overwhelmed with the landscapes, the beaches, the waterfalls, but I always suspect their motives.
      One of the bad guys in charge, one day picks up a fight with me. They say it is for practice, to keep us always alert, but I think they just want to beat us, because we are weaker and can't fight back. On that day, it happens that I win and he takes it badly. They warn me to never do that again, I'm supposed to be a punch bag, just as I suspected.
      Later on I mention to one of the few ladies in the organization that I am sick of this and want to go away. She goes tell her superiors. They threaten me. They own us.
      Someday we are enjoying a swim in a crowded swimming pool and some people come by and invite the older kids to follow them as we've been selected to a new group following a new training on martial arts and civics. I first reject, my friends go. But after I see them learning the basics of Kenpo and recall my own training which I miss greatly, so I can't help but join them. They also teach us some sort of theatrical dance and later inject some communist propaganda in the middle of it, like waving the communist party flag. Most kids feel a bit awkward but don't question it. Except me, I abandon the class and go talk to the superiors and tell them they can't get away with this, they must tell the kids what it is that they are luring us too. They are quite upset and basically fed up with me. I don't think I thought this through...

      Updated 12-07-2018 at 10:52 AM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. 24 Apr: Lucid with mom

      by , 04-25-2012 at 05:57 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      (...) Some dream with my mom and my dad and at a certain point my mom starts talking about lucid dreams. She said she had read some article which made her feel that maybe she actually has lucid dreams and simply isn't aware of it. I told her it's possible not to remember them on waking up, but that when we are having them, we know for sure. That's when I realized we were dreaming right there. So I told her we were dreaming and it became a shared lucid dream (not confirmed). Then I gave her a briefing about lucid dreams, what things tend to make us loose lucidity, etc. Then we went further, discussing the content of the dream itself. It was clearly my dream, the place was one of my recurrent dream scenarios and I showed her around, explaining the different variations that the scenario sometimes have.
      She asked what was that place and I said I honestly don't know. It's some building I don't remember ever having seen in RL, but which became the scenario for some of the most opressive dreams I ever had.
      It's a modern building with infinite floors above and under ground level, with crossed stairways in different directions and no doors to the outside. I explained to her how I overcame the opression of these dreams and now, this recurrent dream is no longer a nightmare, but just some scenario I can dispose of, like any other.

      (...)
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    9. 10 Jan: Epic magic battle

      by , 01-12-2011 at 06:13 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

      00:40

      Loafs for the poor

      I’m at the office where my mom used to work. It was a strange building with office rooms along two parallel corridors and I’m going back and forth on these corridors, looking for something, I think the kitchen, because I’m hungry. I encounter Beta, a lady from my childhood, but I try not to be noticed by her. I go after her, quietly and she eventually leads me to a lobby where a huge pool with bread and cookies is set to be delivered to hungry people. Well, I’m hungry so I think it’s ok to take a loaf of bread, which I do, but then some young guy also decides to do the same and he is picky, sorting the whole grain bread, sliced bread and so on, to chose one he likes. I think maybe I could also choose a nicer bread, but in the end I feel bad, because I'm not supposed to take anything at all.

      Giant parasite wasps
      Then I meet my friend Top Gun who offers a ride somewhere. I accept and he drives me while we talk. I find out he is now father of a baby girl, but when I ask about her mother, he says they aren’t together. He still has a crush on me and is not in love with her. We’re going uphill and we cross a funny bridge made of lava, over a river. I fasten my seatbelt when I see we’re entering a strange and rough terrain. On top of the hill, on the other side of the bridge, we then go through a stone paved road with a steeply sloping downwards. The environment here is completely different, moist and warm, and I spot exotic animals all over, like giant orange butterflies and strange birds. In common they all seem to have one thing: they all have giant wasp-like insects parasitizing them. The poor butterflies have to carry around a bug which is their own size. Unfortunately one of these wasps decides to parasitize me to. It flies into my face and nails itself to my nose, almost like a piercing. It hurts and freaks me out. I wake up.

      3:00

      Magic battle I
      Can’t recall the beginning but I’m inside some castle which is under attack and I’m someone important, like a princess, because everybody is protecting me as I am the main target of some evil forces who breached the castle. I am being escorted by maids and body-guarded by some knights. When going down some hallway to a safer place, we’re attacked by some warrior mage holding in his hand a narwhal’s horn as a spear. He pierces through a knight that puts himself in front of me to save me. Me and a maid are cornered and trapped between the dying knight and this attacker, and he is trying to push the horned spear deeper through the knight, trying to pierce me to. He almost gets is way, but this brave knight is using his last bit of energy to pull him away from me so I can escape. I manage to escape that corner and I fight the guy and steal his narwhal spear. I use it to kill him. It is so sharp that it cuts through flesh as if it is butter. The guy dies but with an evil grin on his face, as if he found some delight in the way I surprised him and killed him.
      The maids and knights are again escorting me down this hallway when we sense a dark energy above our heads and we run before it attacks us. They then push me up some spiral stone staircase that goes up to some more private chambers, where I should be more protected, but as soon as I arrive up there, I find an Hawaiian witch (don’t ask me, I just knew she was Hawaiian) who tries to kill me with a curse. Luckily I react pretty fast and I throw back the curse at her. After all, I don’t seem toned that much protection, I can protect myself very well. The witch runs from the reversed spell and flies out of the window on a nearby balcony. She is a bit disoriented, so she falls down on the ground below the balcony. I run to the edge of the balcony and I attack her, pointing my hands at her and using some magical powers to hold her down and inflict excruciating pain on her. I’m pulling her body parts in all directions (that must hurt) but without ever really breaking it apart, so she doesn’t really die, ‘cause we must interrogate her. When she is finally under control, I leave her to the knights.
      I turn back to see my maids all looking at her. They seem scared with my powers and I feel maybe I’m not such a good soul, if I can inflict so much pain and suffering to someone. But they all smile timidly, trying to show me it’s ok, because it was self-defense and they are the bad guys, not us. I guess...

      5:30

      Magic battle II
      I’m walking up some village, holding two tiny bottles with some potions on my hands. I pass by some old guys sitting on some church stairs and they seem interested in the bottles, so I hide them in a pocket and decide to fly back home and avoid exposing myself longer to the outside dangers. I fly high so I spot my home – it’s a fortress by the sea. When I arrive there I see strange pot-like structures floating in the waters around it. I grab one or two and they don’t seem threatening, instead they look like beautiful works of art, some raffia pots with contemporary shapes. I take them to my maids and they love it, they want to put some plants inside it. Then we keep taking strange objects from the water, like a never ending knitted thread that reminds me of Joana Vasconcelos’work of art.
      Then I have a gap in my recall, but soon after we’re under attack again. We run to inside the castle and we try to lock the gates. Some warlock with an army has come to try to kill me again. Man, they really don’t like me for some reason!
      The gates are barely holding and some brave knight is holding it shut with his own arm strength. I try to help him but he tells me to go away and save myself. But the warlock outside sends a shot of electricity through the gates and the knight is being electrocuted in front of my eyes. He holds the gate for as long as he can, but he eventually falls. I then see this warlock with the army breaking in and about to start killing any person they find on their way. I think I must stop it and I try to shoot fireballs from my hands.
      I then remember I just read and discussed on DV about this during the day – how rationalizing too much blocks it from happening successfully. Of course, by now, I’m lucid. I then concentrate, but not in the actual design of the fireballs, but on the gut feeling of wanting to shoot them and I form the most amazing fire blows I’ve ever been able to shoot. I feel their warmth and their power and I see the army and the warlock burning into flames. It’s a resounding success.
      Free from the immediate danger, we all go up the ramp behind the gates that lead to the main entrance of the fortress on highest ground. I fly to pass all the maids and knights. We’re then looking over the castle walls to see if there’s any other imminent attack but we see no one, so people celebrate.
      I think my work is done here and I should try to do the ToTY while I’m lucid. But in the hurry I forgot to make it very clear in my mind. I simply jumped from the castle walls to the ground below, wishing to dive in the ground and exit on the “other side”. But when I was going through the “wormhole” I realised I hadn’t yet formulated my destination. I tried to think of a yellow brick road and Dorothy’s red shoes but it was too late.

      Pissed off for being (falsely) awaken
      I feel myself waking up and I try hard to stay in sleep. I hear someone knocking the door and my BF getting up to open it. It’s really early morning and I wonder who it is. It’s my mom, aunt Lisa and my dad. What do they want? My BF left the door open, so the cat comes inside as he always does in the morning and tries to wake me up. I still fight to stay asleep and go back to LDs. But they are talking loud in the corridor and my mom and Lisa eventually come inside and sit on the bed, trying to wake me up. I feel pissed. I give up and open my eyes. They are fired up with conversations but I feel grumpy. My aunt decides to leave again to speak to my father and I stay with mom. I tell her please not to do that again, because she knows how my sleep is sacred and I tell her I was just having LDs and they interrupted it. She says she is sorry, that she didn’t remember that but she knew how important it was for me, so she would be more careful next time. OK. Now I’m getting up to dress myself and I listen my father and Lisa outside the room talking. He is happy to explain her his theories about killing ants and eliminate this plague from her home – he has not been successful convincing me, ‘cause I don’t want to exterminate the ants in my home...
      Then I really wake up and I am truly surprised that before I was still dreaming.


      8:00

      Updated 01-12-2011 at 06:45 PM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , memorable
    10. 5 Jan: Riverstone alternate version, H.G.Wells museum and totalitarian regime

      by , 01-12-2011 at 03:17 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

      22:00

      Seattle
      Watching on TV or reading on some mag about some cute cars to rent on Seattle to see the town. I see an image of it and then I’m there walking among lots of people. Then I seat on a bench and my dad appears by my side and we discuss stuff about my trip to Seattle.

      Weird souvenir shop
      On some walls of a castle and I am watching scenes from the past as if they are happening right then. But there’s an off voice explaining the events and describing the place, like a documentary. I learn that these walls have secret passages inside that few people knew about and through which soldiers would move to defend the city. Then I’m inside these passages. Then I find a souvenir shop inside it and a glass showcase with CDs and DVDs as well as small figurines for sale. One of the DVDs is about some knight saint that for some reason looks like a mason to me. Then there’s also a figurine of Smith from The Matrix, although very badly designed. I also see some DVD about Tibet. I don't see what's the connection between this stuff.

      2:40

      Family meeting
      At my mom’s with her and my cat. We go from there to my grandparents country house where we meet with more of the family. We’re already late, but not the last ones arriving. As my aunts finalize the lunch or dinner, I check out what they are cooking and find the most strange and delicious things, like some filled yellow pastries and kiwi puddings with egg white filling. Then my cousin Jo„o, which I don’t see for years, also joins us. We hug for a long long time while we inform each other about what we’ve been doing these past few years. But we don’t want to let go of each other. My father seems to find inappropriate that we’re hugging so much. I don’t care.

      4:00

      Meeting an alternate version of Riverstone
      I get lucid when I’m in front of the mirror in my room. I cross it too soon, before formulating where I want to go, so I get lost in the wormhole/tunnel I cross and almost wake up. I hold on and find myself back in the room. I try a second time this time formulating that I wish to enter Riverstone’s dreams. I cross the mirror again and get out on a room that looks symmetrical of his real room, plus, instead of the posters on the wall, it is covered in real paintings with amazing abstract and surreal art. I focus particularly on one representing a princess with a baby, tied up in a rope and free falling from the sky with the Disney castle on the top of a mountain on the background. Creepy. I then notice that a slightly changed version of Riverstone is sitting on the bed. It looks like him, but a bit more geeky and with a very short black beard. He looks surprised, but not too much and invites me to sit on the bed with him. I accept, but his energy is a bit disturbing. I was going to ask him the meaning of the painting of the princess, but someone calls him and he has to leave the room in a hurry. I go after him and when I cross the door I find an amazing painting on the front wall, stretching to the concave ceiling, inspired on the Wizard of Oz. It has many dogs on the background, of several breeds. It’s a realistic yet naÔve type of painting. I then turn to the left and at the end of the corridor I find a large hallway leading to many different studios where young artists work. I see works of art everywhere.
      I see Riverstone disappearing to some basement and I follow him. It is a printing office and there’s some kind of emergency there he is trying to solve. I realise he is the boss and his employees step aside while he solves the issue. I see gigantic maps they print on a large printer and one map is being printed right now and it was coming out wrongly so he takes the matter in hands and makes it work. Besides the more “arty” work they do, they also do prints of several sizes for all sorts of clients. He is explaining me his business and then he asks me about me, who am I and what I’m doing there. I tell him about Riverstone and that I was trying to enter his dreams and seem to have ended up meeting instead some sort of alternative Riverstone – maybe one that lives inside his own mind, I don’t know. He tells me the other Riverstone is lucky to have me, but then I see a strange glow in his eyes and he starts telling me that if I choose to stay with him, he would make me even happier. I reply that it wouldn’t be fair to the other himself. But the guy is really becoming fond of this idea. I decide to leave when he is back to his work. I run to the room to enter the mirror again, but he runs after me. He changes the mirror, which now is smaller and closer to the ceiling, making it hard to jump through it. But I try. The crossing is harder and the guy is grabbing one of my arms, not allowing me to go.

      H. G. Wells museum and a totalitarian regime
      Finally I get rid of his hand around my arm and I land on the other side on what seems to be the exact same house. But this time there’s nobody there and space-time seem to be distorted. I am floating like there’s no gravity at all (not because I want) and I can only move in slow motion. I decide to leave this place immediately so I face the mirror again to cross it. My hair is all spread out, like a medusa and my cheeks are red from the effort i have to make on every movement. I enter through the mirror again and this time I exit on some narrow street, which looks like Lisbon. I see a group of young people in front of a designer shop. They are all wearing similar yet different pieces of knitted wool clothes in very lively colours. I peek at inside the shop and the thing that gets my attention is a large basket hanging from the ceiling with some light brown knitted balls that look like beans and a sign saying “soya”. A piece of art, I guess. The group starts walking up the stone paved street. We pass under an arch. I follow them, because I’m curious to whom they are and what they are going to do. They seem to be on some kind of silent demonstration, but I don’t understand what it is about – something about non-conformity.
      Then they split into pairs and I follow a couple that enters some museum. They don’t go beyond the museum shop and I get bored of following them so I decide to exit through some back door. It’s dark outside and they come warn me that it is dangerous outside. I ignore them a bit and walk through some alley, just to be confronted with armed men who will shoot first and ask later. They start shooting their automatic weapons in our direction. I think the young couple is hit but the bullets don’t harm me, because I remind myself I’m dreaming. I fly high until the clouds. They keep shooting and they hit a bomber plane whose wrecks almost hit me on its fall. I descend from the clouds a bit further away. The day is breaking. I see an amazing complex of buildings and machines, ranging from Japanese temples, to oil derricks to steam-punk machinery, etc. I go closer to check what it is. I see people walking between these buildings and machines and then I spot some tour guide explaining some machine and I find out this is an open air museum dedicated to H.G.Wells. The funny part is that when I hear the tour guide I realise this is a society under tyranny of a totalitarian regime which has no place for free will or free speech. The tour guide is trying to explain the concept of free thinking without really going into free thinking and people who listen to him seem confused and afraid that he is even daring to mention such heretic thoughts. He asks forgiveness and explains he is just trying to tell a story of how things were but in no way promoting it. I come down and sit by the side of some visitors on a bench. Then some desperate guy enters this place with a gun and shouting provocative slogans. He takes some people as hostages and forces them to shout slogans with him. People are scared of him and they do it. Then some intervention forces arrive and start shooting as soon as they step over a bridge facing the unwilling group of “demonstrators”. They don’t care if these people are innocent; they are only care about shutting them up. I get caught between them and the bullets. When they start shooting, I wake up.

      6:00

      Knock out
      I’m going through some kitchen drawers looking for some home textiles. I find a green translucent cloth that serves my purpose and then I hang it on a nearby door, just to see if the size fits. Then I feel a strong blow on the back of my head and I fall on the floor. I feel dizzy, but I think I’m ok. I look around and seems like a wood beam fell from the ceiling and hit me. But soon I start feeling vertigo and I ask some girls I see behind a counter to call for help. Then I watch them discussing ho too call. I tell them there’s no possible discussion there, just call 112 (the European 911). They still aren’t convinced. I black out. I later wake up lying on the floor and I see my mom looking at me. She complains that they took a long time calling her because my personal contacts’ agenda is not well organized and they didn’t know who to call. I insist there was no confusion possible; they just had to call 112. Apparently nobody did. I don’t care, I feel better and I get up.
      [In the morning, I thought maybe my cat jumped on my head while I was asleep and that's why I dreamed this]

      Playing ball

      I then am in the atrium of a train station and I see some kids playing ball. The ball comes to my direction and I kick it back to them. They like me and start throwing the ball at me on purpose. I play some tricks and they love it. Then some kid finds coins on the floor and he hands it to me, saying it’s 500 cents. I smile and I see it’s only 1 euro and something. I say for him to keep it, but he says that all the kids would agree that I deserve it. I find it cute. Then he starts cheering for me and all the kids start cheering and saying my name out loud. I feel embarrassed.

      8:00

      Updated 01-08-2012 at 02:41 AM by 34880

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    11. 30 Dec: Man in black attack again

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

      23.45

      Fragments

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

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

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

      2:30

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

      4:30

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

      6:00

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

      8:00
    12. 19 Dec: Saving the world with a mage

      by , 12-22-2010 at 07:10 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

      00:30 GMT

      Escaping attacker
      Iím locked in a room. Some guy comes in and tries to have forced sex with me. I knock him down, by hitting him on the head with something. I run out and escape by jumping/flying through the middle of the buildingís staircase.

      Granddad
      Iím with my granddad. My boyfriend tells me he went for a walk with him, but he didnít enjoy it., because my BF demanded that they hold hands. I think thatís embarrassing and I totally understand my granddad. He is not that mentally incapacitated and to prove it he asks me out of the blue how to print a scan of a receipt on its original size because the printer keeps printing it A4 size. I promise to teach him.

      3:00 GMT

      Ambiguous new age healer
      My mom accompanies me to some new age therapy appointment. I am not interested at all, but the lady doctor has some very interesting crystal Buddha heads for sale. I go there a second time to check for prices and she nails me down to a second appointment. I find out this doctor has a darker side. First time she was all light and colourful, the second time she was dressed in dark and received some hard-core friends in her office. She interrupted the consultation to arrange some later rendez-vous with them. I use the break to call my mom and arrange a night-out at the movies with her. I guess she said no, because I end up going out to a restaurant with this doctor and her lady friends. She kinda mocks me for being vegetarian and asks me if at least Iíll have some eggs. I donít like her attitude. Her friends ask if they later can go to her house Ė where apparently theyíve never been. Then weíre joined by my BF who brings along some Spanish friends. We share my food because supposedly there's no more food for them to eat.

      5:30 GMT

      Room sharing
      My dad is sleeping in a bedroom in what seems my mom's home and me and my BF have to go to sleep on the same room, on a mattress on the floor. We try not to wake him up. He hears some noise and he wakes up slightly and glances quickly to check out what it is, but we hide not to wake him up even more. Then when he closes his eyes again, we lay down to sleep.

      Drugs and lesbians
      Over a long table on open air. A very cheerful group. I join them and fill up my plate with rice and sweet corn. Then some agents appear and want to arrest us all on the accusation we all have been smoking drugs. I ask which drug exactly and they say ďmushrooms with mintĒ. Oh, that must be nice! I did see one guy smoking a pipe, but that was all. I leave the table for some reason and when I come back they are talking about me. Apparently my alibi is that I wasnít around when the actual drug smoking took place, because I was having sex with a girl on some room inside the house. Iím shocked! I was indeed with that girl, but we had merely been studying. I then recalled that we had previously met on the hallway two other beautiful girls who were assuming their relationship for the first time and I had given them my blessing. Apparently that was enough to classify me as a lesbian to. But hey, as long as it kept me out of prison...

      Talent competition
      Later, weíre gathered in a kind of gym, where some competition is going on. Weíre not participating, but watching from a higher platform with no rails to lean against. I feel vertigo and I lay down on the floor so not to fall as I watch it. Contestants are showing their varied talents, from acrobatics, to hoola hoops to dancing. From the first round of contestants, the winner is my friend Evangelion on hoola hoops. Thatís funny, because he is so tall and slim, he looks simply hilarious doing it. Then I realise this is stupid, my fear of heights. After all I can fly! Why would I feel vertigo? I start getting lucid although a bit flickering sometimes.
      I decide to fly down there and show my ability and maybe win something. I fly several times around the salon at high-speed. Everybody seems very impressed. I hear some comments that such and such guy can also fly, but not as good as me, he more like swims through the air. Yeah, I know, many people do. I win this competition round but I refuse to keep the award to myself. Thereís a little dog on a tiny wheelchair, which is sick from AIDS (silly...) and I dedicate my award to him.

      Mage
      Then a sort of mage appears and since Iím so good at putting a show, he defies me to come along with him to help him out with saving the world. I follow him and outside the world seems to have gone nuts. Tornadoes everywhere sucking houses into the sky, water torrents flooding streets and dragging rocks the size of a car, a really dark sky, but the next second all goes back to normal. I donít know whatís going on, but I fly bullet like after this guy, wherever he is taking me. I then stop when I see the most strange thing: Frozen and hovering on air are two pigeons: one in upper position and the other upside down, both with their wings open as if they were flying when they got frozen, but grabbing each other by their claws. The mage and some other younger guy who appears at that moment, tell me to forget what I saw and not mention it to anybody. And I ďask what exactly shouldnít I mention to people? ď. He replies ďThat the laws of physics no longer apply.Ē And I ask if the fact we are flying around in the open didnít show that obvious fact already.

      City strolling
      Still lucid but with a gap in dream recall, I then find myself strolling in a city like Paris, with my BF and my mom. I literally hop around, feeling very happy. I guess I helped save the world somehow and all is glowing in a golden light. Itís all so colourful and cozy. All the people look like friendly characters with round faces. The colours and shapes of buildings and banners announcing fresh bread and antiques are just lovely. My mom and BF call me, because Iím staying behind. I am trying to recall how I got there, but before I do, I wake up.

      7:30 GMT
    13. 16 Dec: Egyptian stone and lucid romance

      by , 12-20-2010 at 11:27 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

      22:40 GMT

      Family dinner
      At my paternal grandma’s home. I was asleep but my mom arrives and I wake up with her voice. She is arguing with the rest of the family. I look through the window and I vaguely see them sitting outside around a long table. I know she's very tired, as we spoke on the mobile before and she is with very little patience. She is complaining because she had left some sweater hanging to dry and they took it away to put the table in the patio. I go across the kitchen, to get to outside, but the light is off and when I turn it on it takes a few seconds to get bright (but it turns on!!)
      My mom is just coming inside and we hug and I listen to her complaints. Then we go outside. It’s dawn. She points out to what they did: they used the sheets that were also hanging to dry, to make some kind of tent under which they prepared the table. They all think she is making a big deal out of it, but I understand her rage: they’ll do whatever they want, regardless of how that affects her hard work.
      She now reminds them how we have to be leaving the next day before 12h and how they put that at risk. I don't know exactly why, but it occurs to me that for me leaving at 12h would be too late for me and I get worried.
      I then look at my dad and an uncle who are observing and discussing how some liquid they poured on the garden last time killed the grass there. It's completely burned down.


      2:45 GMT

      At home
      At my mom’s on the balcony. I see aquaria with little turtles. I have that recurring feeling they must be starving, because I don’t feed them for weeks, maybe months. Then for a few seconds I have this other feeling I must stop this obsession (don’t get lucid, though, but have a slight impression this is just happening in my mind). I know I have no turtles anymore. Still, I decide to go to the kitchen looking for some food to give to them.
      On the kitchen I meet Riverstone and Nighthawk plus some girl friend of mine. Riverstone is standing, doing something. I sit at the head of the table. The girl is on my left and Nighthawk is on my right. They are discussing software. Then Nighthawk starts talking to me and we get very close, with legs touching under the table. He then has to leave and he puts his hand on my shoulder when he gets up. When he is gone I go to my mom’s room and there’s an anime playing on the dvd, that I forgot there since last time I visited. There are some very strong oral sex scenes with the female main character. I feel embarrassed that my mom might see it, so I try to shut it off in a hurry when I sense her on the corridor. Then I notice the bedside table has a lot of my college dossiers like if I had been studying them recently.


      5:30 GMT

      Egyptian mystery stone
      On a museum of Egyptian art. An important piece of stone with carvings is being studied, repaired and then prepared for exhibition to public. I am the leader of the team who discovered it and is working on it. An heavy wooden structure is being used to erect the stone, but it falls heavily on the floor, almost crushing me under it.
      Later there’s a press conference and three people are supposed to speak, me included, but when the museum director tells me she is counting on me I freak out. I can’t recall anything to say. I don’t have a clue about Egyptian art and culture.
      I know I'm not an expert on this. But how to explain it? I almost get lucid, but not quite.
      I tell her I’m amnesic, but she doesn’t buy it. She sends me to the library with some books and says “Read some shit about Egypt and I’m sure you’ll recover your memory and come up with something to say.” So I sit and I actually get a plan. I grabbed some cd-rom for children about ancient Egypt and I plan to say just some basics, inspired on it and give it a twist, like I’m just keeping the mystery by not going into details about the stone.
      But I’m not sure this will work out, so deep down I wish I’m saved by the bell somehow. And I do. Some guys in a tank break in through the wall of the conference room, with heavy weaponry, asking for the stone. They cause mayhem and I'm thankful for that. I escape to the outside through the hole on the wall they made.


      Rendez-vous with Nighthawk
      I am walking on some huge temple – basically a very high ceiling over an empty hallway, supported by really tall columns. There’s a small earthquake, just big enough to cause some stones to fall. I’m running away, avoiding being hit by them. I reach outside and I am in some road intersection of what looks like downtown Lisbon. I recognise this place from a previous dream and that has the power to make me lucid. I then feel so much peace. The sun is shining and golden rays bathe my skin. The stone pavement, the buildings, the people walking, the traffic lights, everything is incredibly detailed and I am absorbing each and every detail as nectar. It’s almost an erotic experience. Then I touch something and lucidity gets even more stable. Still I feel it’s not as stable as to allow me to meditate, so what’s next thing on my mind? Maybe due to my mood, I think about Nighthawk. I jump through a sewer hole on the ground to use it as a portal to his dreams (not a clever idea) and the darkness through which I fall doesn’t seem to end.
      I think maybe I’m waking up for good, but then in the dark I hear Nighthawk’s voice “Is it you [name]?”, “Yes, where are you?”. Slowly the light shines again and I’m back at the same street I was before. But now it is raining and I turn around and I see Nighthawk running across the street to meet me. We kiss passionately, soaking wet and soon we’re leaning against a car on some back alley and we make love right there. The dream flickers and he is now moving away. I see him crossing the same road again, but now going away from me. I’m not yet ready to let him go, so I go after him. I lose him in the crowd, but I turn around a corner and I see him again. I run to grab him and I kiss him again in very slow motion until I wake up.

      7:20 GMT

      Grandpa and aunt enmity
      At an apartment where supposedly my grandfather lives alone. But not entirely alone, because an aunt that we dislike, claimed ownership of part of his house and the court decided she had the right to a room, so she lives there, but cursing my grandfather all the time. I am there one day when she is gathered around a table in her room, with some friends. They are preparing some snacks and completely vilifying my grandpa. I only join them to try to share a different angle to the story. I help prepare the snacks, but when the butter is gone, I cover the bread with plastic film as if it iss some sort of spread.

      Sangha
      I’m at some place with a large group of people sitting, I think Buddhists receiving teachings and it’s interval and some people are gossiping. We see passing before us a girl that is supposedly a nun, but instead of her bald head and usual nun robes, she is now in a fantastic red strap dress with tulle skirt and a black long ponytail. They are making vile comments about her, but I remind them than judging others is much worse than her breaking of her vows.
      I then go outside for fresh air and I find two conches on the ground. I pick them up remembering how I had one as big as these, with which I could hear the ocean. I try the same with these. The first has the same ocean sound I was used to hear, but the second one is a bit more bizarre. At first also looks like the ocean, but then I realise it’s monks voices singing sacred Buddhist mantras. I take it off my ear to check if the sound doesn’t come from inside the building (some cd playing, for instance), but I confirm it really comes from the conch. That’s special, I’ll take it!


      Kids parade
      Then to my left some kids from my old school parade in costumes. It reminds me of our Carnival parades. But they look so much more awesome. Their costumes are in black vinyl and steampunk inspired while we had crappy capes made from black plastic bags to pretend we're bats.

      8:30 GMT

      Updated 12-20-2010 at 11:32 PM by 34880

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    14. 8 Dec: Chase, goths and sucessful meditation

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

      2:40 GMT

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

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

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

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

      6:00 GMT

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

      8:00 GMT

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

      9:00 GMT
    15. 21 Nov: Long journey through bizarre realms

      by , 11-23-2010 at 09:46 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG
      23:20 GMT

      Suicide/homicide attempt
      Iím an observer of a suicide/homicide attempt. Some rich kid who owns a fancy 5-star caravan is on his room inside the caravan. A friend couple is there on the living room and he closes the door trapping them and then also closes himself in the room. He had previously put the exhaustion pipe pumping the fumes inside the caravan. His friends are calling for him, asking him to please not do that or at least let them out, but he couldnít care less. Then I enter the scene, materializing in the room where these 2 are, trying to help them. There are windows, but they are very tiny. Impossible to escape through the, but at least it helps clear the air and they can hold on longer until help comes. My cat also appears, like hovering around and I wonder why.

      Family nonsense
      At my grandma home, on living room with my cousin Cris watching TV. I feel I have already watched this exact same TV show in this room but with my cousin Rui instead. My mom appears and I go to the bedroom. From there I see my dad sitting on a street bench on the other side of the street. He sees me and gets up, making a sign that he will come in. I go warn my mom, but in the end he never comes. I go back to the bedroom and Iím almost totally asleep when I wake up to the buzzing sound of a wasp. I get out of the room gently but then there are a bunch of them and they escape the bedroom and are about to attack my family members. I then am forced to kill them, but it kills me to do it.
      Then I go outside and thereís a beach. Thereís a cliff with a waterfall and the Gilmore Girls are there (again). Lorelai looks very melancholic, like waiting for her love and I feel a totally absurd feeling that I am like the real life incarnation of her (?) [although Iím not even like her....]

      2:30 GMT

      Ugly weirdo dream I prefer not to share

      3:40 GMT

      Japanese nonsense
      Iím visiting Japan with my BF.Weíre on some kind of super-speedy panoramic view bus. We go through mountain roads, we see the beautiful hills and the tree colours. I try to take pictures but I ran out of battery. We arrive at some green valley with cows grazing and a few bulls. One of them is on the loose and behaving like crazy. I didnít feel too scared, instead I tried to calm him down with good vibes.
      Later weíre on a karaoke restaurant and we sing Charlotte Gainsbourg. Thereís a girl there trying to impress her co-workers, I notice she has amazingly white teeth, I think she whitened to cause an impression.


      5:00 GMT

      Break and enter
      With mom, weíre back on that restaurant. She says she wants to investigate something. We pass by a shop with screens playing the X-files and for a moment we both become Mulder and Scully. On the restaurant she takes me to the toilet and I must keep flushing to make noise while she is trying to break into something I guess. But someone comes and weíre kicked out. On passing at the reception, some girl is messing up with the cashier over some receipt.
      We walk around the city and it gets night and she decides to try to break in again in the dark. But the problem is the restaurant at night transforms into a bar, so thereís people in there again. Weíre at the entrance deciding what to do, I read a poster on the wall, when some guy starts beating some other guy violently on the street. We watch hidden but the violence is just brutal Ė the guy being beaten is left with no bone intact! His face is unrecognizable and his body just a mass of unarticulated bloody meat. But he is still alive. Itís too unbearable to watch and I wake up.


      Long journey through bizarre realms
      With mom shopping on a huge 2nd hand warehouse. Also has an organic food section and after clothes we go there. I am delighted choosing among a variety of cookies only 5EUR/kg, but she pressures me, saying itís time to go, that weíre late for something. I delay a lot, but I finally agree to leave and then weíre almost running. I realise I can actually run high-speed but only later I realise my mom was left behind, cause she couldnít keep up.
      Outside I pass by a group of young people, where I spot Vera. I donít really want to talk to her right now, so I try to pass unnoticed. But then decide to wait for my mom on some seat on a bench structure (like those in sportsfields for the audience). I am there when a guy I knew from school and who just appeared recently a lot in my dreams, just drops by and says hi. The girls, including Vera are with him Ė so they spotted me... I push him away, because he is a playboy who enjoys flirting with me, just to tease me and I find that annoying. In front of the benches there was a railroad, but now there is a river and I jump into the water. He comes after me, but then I remember to fly away and I leave him behind.
      I keep going forward, not really with a goal and I pass by a strange dark corridor, like an underpass, but it actually has tiny windows and I see itís on ground level. People go through it like ghosts. I keep flying and moving fast, because this place is a bit unpleasant. The corridor does not end but instead transforms into a canal and people just try as hard as possible to swim out of there, but the current is pushing them back and they keep swimming and swimming, never getting out of there. There are even waves, keeping people just struggling against the current and sometimes drowning just to come above the water again and again. I cannot help to think this looks like some hell realm. At first I was also in the water like them, but unlike other people I manage to fight the current and lastly I fly out of the water and manage to get to some platform that leads to exit, I hope. I encounter a button on the wall and a door. I open the door and itís just some storage room, but then push the button, a green light turns on and when I open the door, then it leads to a dark garage or barnyard-like place. A few people managed to follow me and as we are crossing this place, we see weird animals guarding the doors, the windows and thereís a door to some other smaller division which seems to keep locked some vicious animal which is trying to get out and attack us. We feel we need to get out of there quickly and I manage to find a very small breach on the right wall. The only problem is that from there itís a long fall to the floor outside, right in the middle of some enclosure with more weird looking animals. For me itís ok, cause I can fly so I go and try to find a way for people to follow me. I donít know what I do, but I manage to save a large group of people and once they are outside and safe in a very sunny large open space, they celebrate. They make a hippie caravan and paint it with rainbows and dance and sing all the way to their next... life?
      I donít know now what to do, but I see a road. As I follow this road, I reach a place I recognize from another dream I had before, but now Iím coming from South and the other time I was coming from North.
      I become lucid. Itís the scenario from a dream I escaped some gangsters trying to kill me on a boat. Itís that road with some amazing flowered bushes hanging over from very high above. I fly to admire and smell this beautiful flowers and get to the top of this cliff. Up there I decide this place is fabulous to do my lucid meditation. But as soon as I sit, I wake up.

      9:00 GMT
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