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    Dream Warrior and Explorer of the Dreamplane

    1. 14 Dec: My grandma is secretly from Canada and gang bang with strangers in a family reunion

      by , 12-14-2021 at 09:54 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP


      I am with my parents and maybe some more family members. Some woman comes by and says she has info about my paternal grandma. Says she was actually from Canada and came to Portugal and got citizenship and got married and nobody ever knew about it. I am baffled, but also don't see how that changes anything about my identity. My dad explains he hired this lady to investigate this. My mom steps in and starts rambling about meaningless stuff, making my dad yell at her. He tells her this is important business and she is talking about totally unrelated stuff. The lady leaves but there is a promise she will come back to share more info.
      We gather around a table to feast. it is some family reunion and there are lot of yummy things on the table. For some reason I get horny looking at some carrots. So I pick up a carrot and go alone to another room. I sit on a couch and play with the carrot ( you know what I am talking about). Then some bunch of guys enters the room and face me in an awkward position with a carrot. They don't say a word and their faces are in shock.
      At first I feel I wanna disappear, but then on the back of my head there is this slight trust that none of this is real so I decide to go for it and propose them to fuck. After the initial shock, they actually go for it, so they line up and one at a time, they drop their pants and bang me. I had several orgasms for real without waking up. On maybe the third I do wake up, but hang in there between dream and wakefulness and the orgasm lingers in a limbo, without really ending for quite some time. When I fully wake up, I am still feeling the rush for some time after.
    2. 15 Nov: Newspaper article about me, waking up my teacher, meet an Angel and a woman is possessed

      by , 11-15-2021 at 10:17 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP


      A friend brings me a newspaper article where my name is mentioned in the title. I try to understand what it is about and who wrote it. Can't recognize the name, but I think it is of a friend of a friend to whom I told a story. I feel pissed that this person used my name and described me without my permission. But the story is good and actually supposed to praise me for my decision about something.

      Somehow I come to a room where my teacher is laying on a bed unconscious, or maybe asleep. I kneel by his side and put a hand on his chest. He wakes up slowly and sees me by his side. I caress him a bit and he slowly caresses me back. He smiles and he is happy to see me. He gets up really hungry. Some monk and some other girl from the Sangha are also around and they guide him to the kitchen table. As we wait for food, he grabs the newspaper and sees my name in it. He tries to read the article but its in Portuguese. I tell him the story. It's about a lady in the Sangha who is married to a guy she doesn't love and she discovers he has a secret room. One day he is out and she grabs the key and enters the room and then the story goes on but I don't recall.

      Meet Gabriel who is some kind of angel. Something important happened and he appeared. Then some person I am with sees the ghost of some lady on a window who tries to talk to her. Something about Deuteronomy. I tell Gabriel I also saw her and then things get stranger. The lady gets possessed, but only I can see and hear the demonic sounds and horrible faces coming from that person. I show it to my mom who gets terrified, so she can see it to. The I show it to my grandma who holds my hand as asks something banal as if she didn't notice anything.

      Updated 11-25-2021 at 11:56 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. 14 Mar: The 10 ninjas team

      by , 03-14-2012 at 10:15 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I think my grandma always had so-called "supernatural" visions, that were always dismissed as allucinations and so she was considered crazy. Now that she is blind and stuck to a bed, the divisions between "real life" and her "allucinations" became even thinner, so now people think she lost her mind for good. But when I hear her stories, I realize she simply cannot distinguish "real life" and "dreams" because the two "worlds" now coexist at the same level for her. I wish I could explain to her that she is blessed and not cursed.
      She complains a lot about a group of soldiers who visit her frequently and want to recruit her to work for them.
      Last night I dreamt I was at home with her and she was again complaining about all the people who were there talking loud and not allowing her to rest. I asked her to be patient and just embrace it, but she was in a really bad mood and not open to my advices.
      Then, out of nowhere, came an indian guy in his 30's, who sat on the bed by her side and told her that his group of ninjas didn't mean to upset her, but to help her. He explained how they work on the dream world to help other dreamers in fighting evil and face their own fears. I jumped with surprise and was about to say I'm a dream warrior myself, when I decided to shut up, because I became more suspicious lately and don't want to reveal too much to strangers in the dream plane.
      I felt that she would listen to him, so I left them talking and moved on to another dream. I was at an empty auditorium and he followed me there. He asked me if what I was about to say previously was that I am also a warrior like him and then I felt that I could trust him. I said yes and then he asked me if I knew the 10 ninjas team. I said no, but then I recalled a brief encounter on some dream with a group of ninjas who said they were Julian Assange's spy team. Maybe they were the same group. He then asked me for my dream warrior name and I told him it is Mayatara. I wrote it down so he would know the exact spelling. That's when the dream started to get all scrambled and we lost contact.
    4. 10 Nov: painting, park and parkour

      by , 11-12-2010 at 02:49 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      23:00 GMT

      Painting in group
      With some people working on something, split in groups of 4 people. We’re preparing paints – each group prepares 2 colours but we’ll all share it. Each group has to make a painting, but for that first we need to agree on the subject and then somehow combine each individual style. I picture it won’t be easy. I notice a very interesting girl and also a guy, whose profiles are just amazing and I propose we paint their profile portraits. But my proposal is totally ignored and my 3 colleagues are already sketching something totally different for which they didn’t even ask my opinion. But they were the majority, so I let them. It wasn’t till I actually see the drawing that I got really disappointed. It was some drawing of a hill with trees and houses, but very badly drawn, like the guy who did it had no talent whatsoever to drawing. I decide to go to toilet.
      I then realise we’re on my late grandma’s house. I feel her presence very strongly and I say out loud that I miss her.
      For a brief moment I was lucid, but then I simply went to pee. I noticed in the end that there was no bathroom door and I felt surprised that this doesn’t disturb me at all although there are these people around in the house. Then a brief moment of lucidity again. One guy just passes by, tells me something all smiley and goes meet the other guys on the living room. I hear the others joking about a potential romance between us two and I feel they are totally deluded.

      Feeling insecure on a park
      After the previous events, I’m on the exterior and I sense it might be in London or in Brussels. I’m near a park and looking for a spot to plant some seeds. I walk over some brick wall, I step on some leaf covered ground, but don’t like any spot. Then I see a tall iron gate entrance for a more reserved area and decide to take a peek. It leads to some alley but then I see two guys approaching with a suspicious look, seeming interested that I’m walking that way, so I give up on my intent and just go around this area.
      Later at night I come back to this place, this time with company and also there are more people actually going across this alley, so I feel safer. Strangely, I conclude this alley is home of many homeless people, which gives it still a bit of sinister feeling. But then I stumble on my own wallet on the floor – I hadn’t even missed it! I check it and all documents and money are there. I am surprised that being so afraid of people’s intentions on this area, not one of them had taken my wallet – of course they could have not seen it, but I felt they simply didn’t want to pick it up.


      Brussels and parkour
      With my BF and it’s definitely in Brussels. We only have one day there so I ask him what he wishes to visit. I suggest taking a tram to the Africa Museum, because the tour to get there is already very nice, but then we can visit the beautiful park around it. But then he mentions he hasn’t even seen the city centre and I agree he should do that.
      Later I’m (we’re?) watching a parkour competition. The contesters have to climb and do their tricks up and down a very narrow and tall building, very art nouveau, with lots of structures on the fašade. I am delighted watching the skilled people competing and say to a friend I would definitely love to learn to do this. Then a fat girl from the group I am with surprises me by also competing. I think “if she can do it, why shouldn’t I?”


      6:40 GMT

      Updated 11-12-2010 at 05:29 PM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid