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    1. 7 Jan: Party at a bakery and weird attack helped by robotic clones

      by , 01-07-2022 at 08:14 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      With a male friend and following a female friend. We lose her when she goes around a corner and a bunch of other people get in the way. Something is going on because people are acting strange. We are at my home village and we decide to go inside a bakery located in its main square. There is some kind of celebration going on inside, supposedly regarding New Year's, but we are past that day. And anyway, they are playing some Xmas songs and the whole thing makes no sense. Still, I join in for fun. The party is also themed like the '40s and the Xmas music is only from that era. I notice my teen crush Tiago sitting there on a table with some other guy and I notice he is trying to ignore me but very much saw me. I look hot and I am dressed in a sexy mini skirt and I decide to taunt him a bit. I keep pretending I didn't see him and start dancing with others. But he also keeps ignoring me, so I get bored. Then I check the cakes on the counter and I am desperate to have a slice of a couple of them. But the bakery owner says they aren't selling slices directly. I have to buy a raffle ticket and I get whatever cake comes up in the ticket, if any. But lots of the cakes have chocolate amd I say I specifically need those without it. The owner keeps refusing and then says she can sell me directly but only the whole cake to take out. I tell her ok, whatever it takes and ask the price of a couple of them. I am expecting it to be pricey, but affordable. I have maybe 20-30€ in my wallet. But she says it's a 100€. I say that's insane and then ask how many cakes is she packing on that box and how much for just one and she keeps saying it is 100 for each. I repeat that's insane. She explains it is only today because of the special event and she is doing this as a special favor to me. I pass. I head to the door and see some guy throwing a hand grenade or homemade bomb towards the window to the right of the door. I yell for people to duck and I run to the opposite side. It blows and breaks the window. Some guy pulls me to a storage room on the back and i hope there is a backdoor to exit. There is, but when I open it, I see the back leads to empty lots and some suspicious pick ups are driving like nuts in the roads between the lots and heading our way. A guy jumps off one the trucks and walks with another grenade in his hand towards us. I try to barricade, but there are only soft materials. So I run to the washroom and try tp escape through the window. But it opens to some kind of enclosed backyard whith the ground two floors below. So I have to do some climbing and holding on to the ledges of windows and go around the walls that make a square around the yard, until I find another open window. That one leads directly to the lobby of a train station remotely similar to the station of Santa Apolónia in Lisbon. There are people visibly in shock running inside for the trains and some weird tall people in blue waterproof coats seem to be trying to control them. They start closing some interior doors to the platforms to stop people from going in. I make a run for it and manage to get inside. Not without one of these blue dressed women grabbing me. They are weird. She doesn't hurt me and she seems unable to restrain me seriously. She is just passively agressively asking me to leave. And I refuse and ask who they are. She says they are just clones that here to help. I notice how she looks like Fernanda. I push her and she calls for backup of a male. They both surround me and try to make me go back but I grab their arms and push them around and notice that they don't react with harmful strenghth, so I decide to push them harder and run for it, which works. They lose interest and try to stop other people. I go to the ticket booth and ask for a ticket out of the city. The lady says there is no need for ticket, they are evacuating all who want to. They themselves seem to be packing to leave. So I go to the platforms and try to look for the right train but the info on the boards is all messed up and impossible to know. So two guys point me to a tunnel and say we gotta follow it because the trains have all left already. So I go with them. But at some point a train comes out of nowhere speeding towards us and we need to jump to the other tracks to escape it. Strange thing is that it's being pulled by a human like a horse pulling a carriage. Then another train is coming from the opposite way on the other track and we have to jump again. Same thing, pulled by a human. It's surreal. Then the guys decide to disappear up a vertical tunnel over our heads, but I try to follow them and can't, it is too tight and with rough edges where I get stuck uncomfortably. I feel claustrophobic and give up. Instead I decide to continue following a larger tunnel that bifurcates from the one with the trains we were in.

      Updated 01-10-2022 at 10:32 AM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. 16 Dec: Try to grift Ronaldo as a teen, car crash and helping a kidnap victim

      by , 12-16-2021 at 09:56 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      Back to the past with my parents. We're in Lisbon, at some metro station. Looks brand new although it has the vintage look before modern renovations. We are looking for an exit and go through a door which leads directly to inside a mall. But not the entrance, but to some service corridor on the back of the cinema area. So some lady says we can't be there and tries to push us out. But I find another door on this corridor, which actually leads to the interior of the mall and I pull my parents in. There is an arcade with old videogames and kids playing and my mom spots Ronaldo in his teenage years. She can't resist to go meet him and when she calls him for his name he looks surprised, because he doesn't recognize her. She doesn't explain it either and looks like a creepy old lady. I see an opportunity here and I push my mom aside. I tell him I'd like to talk to him. He is still the ugly teenager who wouln't say no to some good looking lady. So I take him away from the crowd and I slowly tell him that I am from the future and have something important to tell him. At first he thinks I am nuts, so show him my smartphone, trying to impress him, but he dismisses it and actually wants to know more of what I have to say. I tell him he is going to be one of the most famous people in the world and very rich and also look hot, so now I have his attention. I tell him he must follow my tips and do what I know he did in his life (i actually don't know much) so he doesn't miss the opportunities that lead him there. In exchange I only ask for his generosity when he does succeed, to share some of his wealth with me in the future, when I come to him. But he is very distracted, I ask him to repeat to me what I tell him about the teams he'll play on and he keeps messing it up and saying he will work at a post office. He also gets distracted with some lady in a car looking at us and them complains that his shorts are falling down because they're too large. I offer him several strings and pieces of fabric to use as a belt and while he sorts that out, I grab a paper to write bullet points for him. But I keep throwing them away because the text is never what I want. I wake up when I understand it is a dream.


      Getting my car out of a parking lot with my parents inside and I lose control and crash against someone behind us. If it was a small car it would have been crushed, but it is a big van from the Civil Protection services. The driver is upset but keeps calm. My parents come out of the car to mediate. He moves his car to a parking space and I follow him with mine. As I get out of the car, some slender girl bumps into me. She has some black silicone gag in her mouth and zip ties in her hands behind her back and seems to plead for help. She is so thin that I manage to pick her up and carry her in my arms. I take her inside my mom's house which is strangely right there, and I sit her in the kitchen while I cut the zip ties and remove the gag. She can't talk because she is in shock and has dry mouth. I ask mom for water. The guy from the van I hit is also there to help and as everyone tries to do something I ask them to please collect the objects with care and put them in plastic bags as they might have fingerprints for the police. I say I am gonna call the cops and my dad sighs. He says that once again I found something to keep myself busy. I don't understand his remarks since it is not my fault that stuff keep happening to me.
    3. 22 Nov: Get an MRI when applying to a course, excursion and my parents in Lisbon

      by , 11-22-2021 at 10:23 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      At an office to apply to a course and a scholarship. I pass all tests but they say they'll give me the scholarship because they did an MRI while I was being interviewed and they say I have tumors in my left boob and need support. I am speechless and tell them I actually have cysts and tumors everywhere but not on my boobs and that makes no sense. Classes are all day on fridays and at first I am happy with the schedule, but then remember I am already going to another school and have a packed schedule on friday.

      Some excursion to the north of Portugal. On arrival to some town there is a feast prepared for us. I am starving and jump right in, but others are quicker than me and all I get is some bread dipped in olive oil. There are some activities later, kids playing and adults picking fruits. I am flirting with some hunk who is into me, but at the same time is keeping his distances because he seems to not want others to know. I get bored and go for a walk and all of a sudden I am walking in Lisbon with my mom and aunt Lisa. I don't recognize the streets though, they look so good. Lots of glamorous cafés and restaurants. I see Tatiana dressed like a pinup, blond hair, looking gorgeous, entertaining some customers sitting on tables outside a café with her name. I can see she is doing really well. I think she sees me, but I pretend I don't and just keep going. I feel ashamed that I am a bit jealous of her. Meanwhile, we come across my dad who looks pissed, because he was kicked out of a store for not being well dressed enough. I think he looks ok, not posh but also not ragged. He speaks to my mom privately as they walk ahead and then he leaves. I ask her if he was trying to open a bank account at some posh bank and she says it was just a famous kitchenware brand store. And I was like wtf. Also commented that if it was Elon Musk in rags they would welcome him with open arms. She says he asked her help for shopping new clothes. Then mom and Lisa transform into Margarida and an old Japanese frail lady but I haven't adjusted to that change, so I treat the old lady as if she is Lisa and I make some joke and slap her hard in the arm. As a result, the old lady almost falls down and when I realize it, I apologize a lot. But the lady smiles gently and speaks very softly and tells me it's ok.
    4. 13 Nov: Travel to paralell universe, space station mission in the future

      by , 11-13-2021 at 09:40 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      I am with a bunch of high school kids. After some earthquakes, we get "attacked" by clouds of glitter which gets inside us and we start seeing the whole universe and feeling disoriented, like tripping. After a while it gets more clear and we realize we are on board of a train and everything feels a bit different. Outside it is desert and the clouds are white and red. We talk about what to do. I vote for keeping going and seeing more of this place, Zilla and others want to get out and walk. When the train stops at a stop, they get off. The conductor and other local people try to dissuade us of doing so, but this group is very stubborn. Most kids though opt to stay on the train. I join Zilla and her group, despite not wanting initially. I ask the locals for the nearest village and they point towards a direction and say there is only one around. We get there and we go to the only club/bar where we can drink and eat something. It now feels like we are in some Latin American country in the 40-50s. But the bartender says we are actually still in Portugal. We sit down at a lounge room while waiting for some food and we discover a cabinet full of geography and history books. I ask the girl serving us if there is any book about Europe and she opens a book on our table. She has to go back to work and we gather around to read it. My idea is that somehow we were transported to a parallel universe and I am sure history and geography will be different from what we know. I plan on stealing the book if it proves that, so we can bring proof of it back to our universe.

      I am at some space station, as part of a skilled workforce who is sent to any planet where we are needed. At the moment we are here awaiting our next assignment. It is normal to hook up with someone for the months we are stuck somewhere, casual relationships that may or may not become serious. My best friend, who's Indian, hooked up with some guy who looks like Idris Elba and she can't believe her luck, because she is just a very average girl. So am I and I am dating a guy who looks just like Chris Pratt and is just as goofy. We are all at the laundry room, washing our clothes and there is a rumor we are about to be assigned to new missions. My boyfriend gets butt naked and asks me to check some pimples on his butt and he sticks his ass up. My friend's boyfriend yells disgusted that he didn't have to see it, while covering his eyes. I ask him to please put his pants back on, but he insists I check his pimples. There are a few indeed, a bit red and swollen and I tell him to just not scratch them and please put his pants on. Then someone comes in and right there starts saying where we'll be sent. My Indian friend is asked to go back to India for some time, there is some mission there for her but she doesn't want to go. People say "But isn't your family there? Don't you feel lucky to be sent home?" But apparently not and I suspect it is because she knows her boyfriend is probably going somewhere else. I and my boyfriend are going to go on the same mission to another station, in the most distant boundaries of our known universe. During the travel there, he keeps making funny scenes like pretending he is going to open the door of the shuttle to get some air. It is actually making me nervous because there is a button we just have to press for the door to open and a secondary safety door is not closed, because people just feel so comfortable they stopped using those. But I insist on feeling safer, so we close that safety door. At our destination, my boyfriend is supposed to test some new secret ship (he is a pilot) and I get to see him doing maneuvers outside. The ship is amazing, looks like a toy plane with a large round nose and tiny chunky wings, but the surface is all metallic, no windows, also with sharp edges giving it a geometric look much like a dodecahedron and it is bright shiny red.
      There is some unfortunate episode where some dude is ejected into space after a mutiny on some other ship, on purpose or due to some malfunction, can't tell, and my boyfriend happens to be on the spot and manages to grab him with mechanical arms and in just seconds shoot straight to a station hangar with the dude. He saves him, but soon after there is a strange infection spreading in the station and the director comes out to announce we have been compromised and it is my boyfriend's fault. The guy he saved brought with him an infection. The director explains we are in an area infested by these little aliens - they aren't viruses or bacteria, literally they are like tiny microscopic people who enter someone's body and exploit its resources like a planet. I get to see images of them coming out of a tiny ship inside some body and spread out through the organism to harvest whatever they need. I just don't understand how they multiply to be able to infect others. As he speaks, the director starts showing symptoms and everybody runs away. I, my boyfriend and another friend with her kids, we get on some escape pod, hoping none is infected and we head back to Earth, where we land in Lisbon. Life is normal back on Earth, we go eat some sweets at a café and talk about what to do next. The kids never been to Lisbon and are excited to see new things, but my boyfriend is insisting that we should stay home and rest.

      Updated 11-25-2021 at 10:09 PM by 34880

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      non-lucid
    5. 6 Jun: Photographic memories of an area of Lisbon in the end of the 90s

      by , 06-06-2021 at 08:51 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      Seeing aerial views along a road in the eastern part of Lisbon in the 90s. Seeing the start of the construction of the Expo'98 and other upgrading construction work in some the neighboring areas. I feel nostalgic and amazed and then realize I am not actually seeing this on tv but dreaming and recalling. I am amazed how my mind has stored in detail the images of the roads and landscape as they were before all the changes and modernization. I feel a wish to go back to that time when things were simpler and then tell myself "shut up, it wasn't that good and you'd miss lots of nowadays improvements", but the nostalgia was still strong.
    6. 12 May: City blackout, investigating a missing case and adopting a ghost dog

      by , 05-12-2021 at 10:51 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      Walking down Campo Grande in Lisbon, on the way to my university. It's evening or night and there is a blackout, the whole city goes pitch black. I walk around a little in the dark, trying to adjust my vision and then see a lady going to the nearby subway station and because I feel afraid being alone in such darkness, I follow her. Once we get deep inside the station, there are emergency lights on, but the subway is not working. The trains are stopped and jam packed with people who keep entering them, waiting for it to start moving.
      I wait for the chaos to subside and use the time to study the map of the subway network. Notice that it is more complex since last time I rode it and I notice a new line connecting other two, with a hub in Arroios station.
      The subway restarts circulating and I hop on a car, but make a mistake and end up going in the wrong direction. I discuss it with some people and some tourists handle me a map to help me out finding my way. I decide to get out on Arroios station and get back to my point of departure and find the right line. But when I take some escalators, I spot Jacqui and shout at her. She is happy to see me and I am totally surprised that she is here. She says she'll go back to the US really really soon and enjoyed some days in Portugal, but then I feel a bit offended that she didn't tell me or tried to reach me. Then we bump into Tânia, so the conversation shifts and we celebrate the coincidence of us three meeting there by accident.

      I am a woman with a kid, driving in a countryside road, when my car breaks down. Can't fix it, can't reach anybody on my cell phone and it is getting cold. I spot an abandoned car in the ditch by the side of the road, some dozens of meters ahead. It is very old and rusty, but I am interested in some sheets I see inside, looking strangely clean. I plan to get them so I can wrap myself and my kid around it and stay warm. I then change to an observer point of view and see the lady trying to get the sheets and being pulled by some ghostly force to the ground and then feet first being dragged into a swamp. She seems to lose consciousness and then be possessed by a spirit. A few small horns grow on her skull, including one on the back of the head under the hair. Also, there is a ghost dog.
      I then am again embodied in a person, I feel like my real self now, and I am visiting and institution, near where this lady disappeared, I think I am investigating her disappearance. This place seems like an hospice but it is most likely a boarding school or something similar for kids. I notice a huge black and white photo on the wall of the main hall. I ask who the person's are and they tell me to look closely to the right side, where there is an image of a lady. They claim she is now a ghost haunting the swamp nearby and there is a sort of ghostly dog figure with her that also appears on the picture to some people. I do see it and he is not still, he moves on the picture.
      I watch the picture more closely and the ghostly dog figure reacts to me. I talk to him and he jumps out of the picture and becomes real. He doesn't look scary, he looks like Bo. People in the institution are stunned when they see the dog. He is a sweet dog and just wants me to pet him. I don't know what to do, but I call my dad and he says he is willing to take him in. On the way there I clean him of some parasites, like some eggs of some wasps he has on his ears.
    7. 9 Mar: Lucid experimentations and sensuous feelings

      by , 03-09-2021 at 03:03 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      I am in the middle of narrow old streets, like in Lisbon. I become lucid and decide to climb to a rooftop and see what's up there. I feel a bit of vertigo but tell myself that it's a dream and I can do anything and won't die, so why fear? I see distant rooftops lined up and decide to jump from one to the next and at the end try a bigger jump to a mountain top that is peeking in the back.
      But when I land on the 3rd or 4th building, I go through the roof and end up at some storage room in a cellar. I can't see a door so I climb a wall full of shelves to swing from a rope hanging in the ceiling, so I go against the wall to break it. I end up in a back storage full of fruits, veggies and cake deliciousness. I gobble up a bunch of yummy stuff and then taste some exotic fruits. It becomes a sensuous experience, so I end up rubbing a papaya in my body and the sensation of the fleshy pulp in my nether regions makes me orgasm. Then I wake up.
      I fall asleep again and go back to same cellar. This time I meet a familiar face but can't really point out whom. He complains about all the destruction I caused and I argue we're dreaming so it doesn't matter. But this person is not convinced and complains he will have to do all the work once I leave. I wonder out loud if dream characters go on living in their universes after we exit the dream and then I feel compassion for him if he really has to go through cleaning my mess. He asks me to follow him and he crosses a wall like a dreamer would. I am surprised by don't want to follow him. Instead I cross it to the street and meet two other characters outside, but when try to engage with them I wake up again.
    8. 4 Aug: Robert Mueller at nudist swimming pool, terrorist at nerd convention, friends in Lisbon

      by , 08-04-2019 at 09:21 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      At a nudist swimming pool with my mom. We go take a shower before going to the pool and it's all genders mixed. Robert Mueller is taking a shower there. He is to friendly and gets to close and his penis touches me. I feel very uncomfortable but my mom seems to like him... until he kisses a younger guy that arrives and then she feels a bit shocked. He asks if we are ok with it. I say I am (now his dick touching me doesn't affect me much) but my mom is suggesting it isn't ok by her. We have a bunch of stuff to put in the lockers, but they are all taken. She decides to just leave stuff on the ground over a towel, but I go back because I think some one will steal it. I find a Chinese and an Indian or Pakistani dude putting prices on our stuff and trying to sell it. I have an argument with them, they get a bit scared, asks me for proof it is my stuff. I raise my voice and say I am ready to fight and they back of. (sorry for this sort of racist dream)

      In a nerd convention with Riverstone. We are sitting at a table, eating and drinking. I won some contest but it's because I followed a hint from him. Something about a quote that I guess it's from Star Wars. They call half a dozen winners to the front of the stage to hand the prizes (several electronic items). They are all marked with our names but someone used a marker that disappears on touch causing a chaos. Meanwhile, some Latin dude in a camouflage jumpsuit is walking among us, and someone yells he wants to kill someone. I look back and he has an electronic command in his hand and points it over all our heads to a nearby stand. There is an explosion. He is pinned down by people and some of us run to the stand to help whomever needs help but luckily everybody is ok. There were also some kittens on a box for adoption and even they are ok. I pick them up and kiss them gently. Then I meet Riverstone who had lost me in the chaos and is sick worried.

      Lisbon is very changed, lots of tourists, even more than nowadays. I am taking a tour under the theme of urban art. At the Anjos area, some guy spots me at a distance and starts yelling announcing me. I don't remember his face but I go check if it is someone I know. It is some guy from my activism days. And he was yelling at his friends, but a bunch of them has already left in a car. They get however suck in traffic not so far ahead, so they wave at me. They aged, some are fatter, other grew beards. The one guy left behind takes me to visit a girl who now works in a fancy restaurant of a famous chef. She looks like Guiomar. She shows me around, the chef is baking some cakes and I say I am hungry but are they vegetarian? The chef says no.
      Then my friends have some gifts for me that they say I must absolutely take: a kind of wooden centerpiece with colorful paintings.

      Then I get to see through the eyes of some guy who robbed a museum with some friends and he is now on a wheelchair. He wants to revisit the place and a friend says not to or they'll catch him, but he is not worried. They do catch him but he doesn't feel so bad about it. Asks what's in the menu in the prison. I think he actually wanted to be caught.
    9. 26 Jan: Running from home, spiritual encounter and expelling a demon

      by , 01-26-2019 at 11:12 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening


      Living with my family, but feeling despaired and wanting to run away. I am preparing a bag with clothes and a few more items to run away while they are all out. Then my family returns, I hide the bag, no one suspects of my plans. But I see my mom and I start reconsidering my plans because of her. I don't want her to suffer for not knowing about my whereabouts. She is the only one I don't want to hurt.

      All alone in Brussels, very early morning. People are still going around, hoping from bar to bar. I feel pretty alive and aware and I absorb all the details of the decorations, architecture, the terraces, etc. I notice that the street is warm but in between terraces it is extremely cold. That's because they use gas heating on each terrace. Then I am dragged with a crowd into a very underground place. Its entrance is literally a tunnel with no light, just some very fade lamps at the end of it, where there is a door. The people and the light and the shadows make really interesting images and I grab my phone to take photos.

      Enjoying my last day abroad. Go to a fair, incredibly crowded. Then at some lateral street I see a couple of Buddhist monks and decide to follow them.
      I find a long line of monks waiting to go inside some building and I go with them. Once inside they prostrate until we reach a room with an altar and some pictures and images of Buddhas and teachers. I pay my respects to. Then follows another room and another altar and more prostrations. As I also prostrate, an old lady in a thin robe appears and leans over to whisper in the ear of the woman in front of me, something about her health and some advice on how to deal with it. The woman seems caught by surprise but thankful for the advice. Then the lady turns to me, her robe opens up, she is naked and doesn't care. She tells me I have to summon and surround myself with nagas to expel the bad naga that is disturbing me. I say "what?" but she goes away without further clarification. I get up and follow her through the crowded streets until she enters her house. She doesn't pay attention to me, never says a word, but also doesn't ask me to leave. She feeds her cat and does whatever she has to do. I tell her I need to know more about her warning, and tell her that my mom had dreamed something related to it the previous night [she did, in waking life]. She doesn't reply but she points me to a bedroom where I can spend the night. I stay there. I lay on the bed and I fall asleep. Then wake up but feel drowsy. I try to move, but feel like my body weighs a ton. Then try to call for help and my voice sounds terribly deep, scary and distorted, like I have a demon controlling my body. I fight back for some time. Then eventually it goes away and I recover control. I don't see the lady anymore.

      Then leave to airport. I am back to Lisbon. There are some new constructions by the river bank and I fly over to see the changes. I find a burger stall with a nice terrace, selling really pricey food. A veggie burger is 15€ and a whole meal with fancy wine and dessert is 250€. But then I look around and find a really cool vegan fast food place that has affordable delicacies and I call Riverstone to come have lunch with me there. I meet Evangelion there by chance.

      Updated 01-26-2019 at 11:14 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
    10. 7 Nov: Non-sense fragments and Trump commits suicide!

      by , 11-07-2018 at 04:29 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Lucidity: ⭐ (1/5)
      Clear: ⭐⭐ (2/5)
      ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
      An homage party to Saramago (portuguese literature Nobel winner). Manuel Alegre (another portuguese guy who writes poetry but is an idiot) gets on the stage, says some incendiary things, seems drunk. People remove him by force but he picks up a fight with a young journalist and it is mayhem.

      In an hospital, some bad guys come in and make hostages. I sneak out to the next room before they see me, but one suspects something. I hide behind a reclinable chair in the room, no time to run away. They don't see me though. But other people who escaped come in and they find me. I decide to take action and with their help, I attack the leader of the bad guys. Not easy, end up fighting two people.

      In Lisbon, downtown, dressed really hot and cool, get out from whatever place I am to go for a quick stroll. Can't take to long, left something hanging. I come across a fair of second-hand and vintage stuff. Would love to look at things in detail, but I have to just pass quickly. Sellers are all young people and a couple of them block my way and insist that I stop and buy something. I say I can't, they don't seem to accept very well. I go back to the place I was before.

      With some girl friends, including Zilla, we're playing with some crazy afro wigs, testing how they look on us. They are a bit over the top, but I like it. I also try some gorgeous clothes.

      On a beach type environment, me and Riverstone are worried making shelters for us and others, due to an upcoming storm. I dig around some big rocks, making up space like some basic galleries to duck in between the rocks. Riverstone chose to built some kind of tent, that falls down at the first accumulation of rain. Somehow, Donald Trump is involved in the scene. He is going through some heavy defeat and he can't cope with the feeling, so in the midst of this storm, he kills himself. My first feeling is that a human being committed suicide and I honestly feel bad for him, but then I realize who he is and realize how this can be such great news for the world.
    11. 18 Nov: Lisbon catastrophe, FAs

      by , 11-18-2012 at 02:30 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Dreaming about huge floods in Lisbon and a post-catastrophe scenario. There are no public transports or communications. No trains are circulating and there are guys offering rides to the north in very basic horse wagons outside the Santa Apolónia station. 20 people are sitting on a wagon which has no cover and no seats, but it's the only way to go back home or to go look for family members far away.

      A sequence of FAs. I wake up in my bed, I look at my bedroom door, all is so quiet. I doubt that I am really awake. I wake up again in my bed, I look at the door, my dad is calling for me, asking if I'm awake. Once again I doubt this is real, so I wake up again and there really isn't anybody and everything is quiet but I still have he feeling that I'm still dreaming. I'm confused, I decide to dream something else to get out of this circle.

      It seems that my dad (who sleeped over) did peak at my door to see if I was awake, but it was no different from the dreams in which there was nobody at the door. The two realities felt exactly the same, none more real than the other.
    12. 12 Nov: Reliving a dream, demon and Daily Show

      by , 11-12-2012 at 12:41 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I enter a dream and immediately recognize it. I had this dream before. I'm in Lisbon and there's a demonstration on the streets. I'm coming from an inclined street that meets the main street up there, with an iron fence along its side, and I am about to join the people marching.
      But this time I come here with a slight time difference from the other dream, so I wonder what different things will happen due to this time shift.
      I meet Diana with some girl friends. She is marching and crying. Her friends say that she lost her studio and might also lose her house. I tell her she can always come to stay with me. She says thanks but she continues crying.

      Then we arrive at some improvised amusement park someone set up at the end of the march. There I meet Ruby, she doesn't recognize me so I pretend I also don't know who she is. They are trying some radical games available and I join them. It's them against me racing at a circuit full of obstacles and challenges. I look like spider-man moving around and I reach the end of it in no time. They are so late I decide entering some cafeteria to eat something. A guy comes to me
      holding an apple and saying I must eat it. "Sorry?"
      "You did not eat your fruit portion at lunch and the rules must be followed. Eat the apple or you're grounded!"
      "Excuse me, you must be mistaking me for someone else. I eat all my veggies and surely more than apple a day, so you don't need to worry."
      He doesn't believe me and keeps nagging me to eat the "goddamn apple". I move on.


      I reach home and meet a demonic being, like a 3 mts tall black spectre, trying to kill my neighbours: a couple of brazilians and the lady is pregnant. He is after some gold piece that they have and they don't understand why it is important.
      I fight the demon to help them. It is so very strong. He seems surprised I'm actually offering a fight, because he says nobody ever escapes his mortal blows. I don't win the beast but he is upset with the resistance found, so he leaves, promising to come back, as no one ever escapes him.
      But one day I come back home with a friend and find at my door a carton box on the floor. My friend opens it and it is covered in blood and contains a dead foetus inside. Then I know he killed my neighbours and got what he wanted. My friend vomits.

      Go for a walk near the beach and I see Jon Stewart surrounded by his staff. I feel like talking to him, but so does hundreds of other people, so I decide not to. I just watch as they go to two huge buses personalized with prints of the Daily Show and they are like a mansion on wheels. One of them even has a horse trailer attached. I wonder why they need it.
      I manage to get a peak to the inside and it looks awesome. There are trays full of the most delicious cakes. But a lady tells the staff that they are only allowed to eat the cakes after they come up with some ideas for the upcoming shows. They sound like disappointed kids "Awwwww!".
    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

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