Lucid-schizo-dreamer

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

I am with Gerard Butler and a team, reminds me the movie Rocknrolla, but also some hints of Ocean's 11. I am carrying something valuable we have to try to sell or deliver safely to some bad dudes. We arrive at some posh restaurant/bar and meet some gangsters. The deal is off and we decide to leave, but we are aware that they'll chase us and try to steal it. So we separate in smaller groups and pass the bags back and forth between us, to confuse them if they are watching, so they don't know who's got the thing now. I am the one still carrying it though. I go through a train station and Gerard is staying close behind. At some point we bump into each other and he takes it over.
We then have to meet at a safe house and it is a really cozy wood chalet of some nice Swiss lady. My friend Tânia is there, sitting in the living room reading a book or magazine. The house is very nice, very luminous, except when we go up some stairs that lead to the attic, which are a bit darker. I go up just out of curiosity and I trip in some gadget the owner has put on the stairs, supposedly to help people hold on and not fall down the stairs, but for me it has the opposite effect. She says she will consider removing it.
I go back down to the living room and accept Tânia's suggestion to read, so I grab a couple outdated magazines from a rack on the wall. Tânia says "don't read that, it is so old" but I don't understand her point. The mags are from 2009 but seem interesting nonetheless. One has some article about the communist party and she says about that "you should read this book instead" and hands me some philosophy book in french.
The others arrive and there is like a discussion about sleeping arrangements. Some complain about not having a bathroom near their bedroom and I go check and they actually have a toilet in the bathroom, but behind some curtains and they just covered it up with a wood board and are using it as a table to put their bags on. They say they are aware of it, but they don't feel there is enough privacy to use it. I get it, I try to use it and I don't feel so comfortable with just the curtains, but there will only be guys in this room, why are they being such pussies about it?
Anyway, later I am watching a documentary about a baby lion mauled by a big lion and the lioness trying to revive the baby. It is heartbreaking, but the worst is that the baby is still alive just severely injured and then the lioness gets hurt defending him and we have to watch them both slowly dying. I just can't take it. I switch to a documentary about dinosaurs but it happens the exactly same thing. A baby T-rex is mauled by a bigger dinosaur and then his bigger brother comes to the rescue and also gets hurt and they almost die but find the strength to drag themselves away, looking for safety, and it is just painful to watch.
I then meet my mom and walk her home and while we are at the bottom of the ramp that goes to her building, the two hurt dinosaurs appear at the end of the street walking slowly and I tell her the story to explain where they come from. I don't find weird that they just materialized from a tv show. What I say to mom is that they will attract bigger predators and we should get away from them for safety reasons. Right away, some other carnivore comes out from the corner neighbors' yard and tries to hunt those dinos. But then he sees us instead and finds us a more attractive prey. I tell mom to run up the ramp. We pull each other and we manage to escape. Fortunately, someone had left the door open and we just go right in and close it. The dinosaur sees us behind the glass door and leaves frustrated. Then I notice two travel bags outside on the street, unattended and I tell mom we should bring it inside because certainly someone forgot it there and might be stolen or destroyed by the dinosaurs. We quickly open the door and bring them inside. One is empty and the other has some papers and a few objects. A neighbor comes by and asks if we are traveling. We explain these were outside and we brought them inside to protect them until the owner shows up. Then a second neighbor arrives and claims its theirs and that he was preparing to take it to his car and thanks us for our concern, but I feel he is slightly upset that we picked it up and looked inside, like not sure of what our intentions were.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am looking through my bedroom window and notice that all the trees on the street are burnt. Then I see a thunderstorm moving away, but a lightning could not have burnt all those trees. I search the landscape for some clue and I see that instead of the regular houses that exist in my village, the hills are covered in green grass and lovely country houses, almost like the hobbit's shire. So I get lucid. Then thinking of what to do: fly outside the window, stay indoors? Then realizing: what outside? What indoors? So instead I turn “inwards” and all the images disappear. Instead I float in this blackness, splattered by an occasional shine like of distant stars. I just focus on the moment, the sensations, the absence of everything. Until I regain some sense of my body, by starting to feel a warmth n my second chakra. It grows and spreads out, energizing my entire body. It is in fact so much, that I feel the need to shoot out some through the palms of my hands. I get back to my home and I see my 3 cats approaching me curious. I shoot this energy towards them, wishing them many blessings. But they jump and run away as if they receive an electrical shock. Oh well, maybe it was too much for their little bodies

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I am with a couple of friends and we go meet my teacher. He opens up a vintage drawer and shows us some items, like old photos and postcards, decorative objects, some older, some newer. He says they belonged to the great teacher J.K.W.R., but I feel that he is hiding part of the story. I look at each and every object and I know that some of them actually belonged to his consort, like a small wooden engraved box and an incredible sculpture of a baby in blue stone with his arms around a silver lion. I wonder if this is some kind of test. Try to memorize all the details of the objects.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

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Penises independence day
Two guys in a bathroom start comparing their penises sizes: "Mine is bigger than yours!", "No, it's not, mine is bigger!"
As they keep going, their penises start to grow and to swell and they are still not happy that the other insists that he is bigger. So they continue "You see, mine is definitely bigger!", "No f*cking way! Mine is bigger an inch!". And their penises become grossly gigantic and greenish and deformed. As their penises grow, the men seem to shrink the same amount and at a certain point, they are just a tiny appendix at the end of the massive penises. Tired of being the playthings of these men, the penises become alive and decide to cut the men off of them! Bleeding and shrieking, the men are then thrown down the toilet by the penises and flushed away. It's bloody and gore. The monster penises celebrate their freedom.
[Freud would go bananas with this one I was quite upset all day with men's ego and overall male's attitudes, so that's where this came from.]

Mission in Africa
I'm working in an African country for a company exploiting some natural resource. They have an operational base with houses for the workers and a fence around to protect from the wild animals. But once in a while, teams are sent out to the middle of the savanna to work and there have been incidents with missing people and lost material. Apparently some bandits have been kidnapping the white workers to enslave them and robbing the machinery to sell it.
I offer to be in a team who's going to try to solve the mistery. Zilla is also there. One day our camp is attacked and we are kidnapped and taken to the bad guys' camp. That was part of the plan. When we're alone we make plans for uprising. Somehow we retrieve our weapons and we fight back. There are shots and machete blows, people bleeding on the floor, arms and legs being cut. I go rescue the previously enslaved men, women and even children. Someone screams that the blood has attracted all the lions and hienas that were nearby and that we should run and save ourselves. We have no chance to help the wounded and we watch from the distance as they are eaten by the lions. I feel disgusted, but at least we saved about 20 persons. With no chance to go back for water and food, we just start crossing the savanna on foot towards our company's base.
Starving and thirsty, we arrive there and they are throwing a party! Nobody pays attention to us and they even try to take us away not to disturb the party. I feel really upset, but it is my friend Zilla who has the guts to run for the stage, where the guys in suit are making speeches and takes the microphone away from them to scream in their faces how disgustingly cold and heartless they are.
I smile. Then I accept being taken to the canteen by some colleagues who offer us water and the leftovers from the lunch. I had rice with cabbage, mushrooms and bamboo shoots and a soup.

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