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    1. 20 Mar: Hikers, party in London and cruise to New York

      by , 03-20-2019 at 04:22 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am at home and I see people outside. I take a peek and see a group with backpacks sitting outside. I talk to them through the window, they are Brazilian and are a bit lost. They want to stay the night at my house, don't mind sleeping on the floor. But I say absolutely no, they insist, don't understand my attitude. I am freaking out and tell them to please get out of my land and I close the gate. There is one among them who is quite a hunk and I feel kind of sorry to let him go, but I think of my safety and the safety of my furry babies and I insist they can't stay, because I really don't know their intentions.

      In London, close to my old friend Stephen. I decide to pass by his door, and it is open. I go upsairs and I hear lots of voices. I turn around, changing my mind, but he appears on top of the stairs and recognizes me. Actually now he is not Stephen anymore but my old friend Joan from Catalunia. I go inside and they are having a slumber party, and my friend Tania is there! When we are ready to sleep, I ask to stay because I don't want to go take a bus, but there is no room and also all my stuff is at the hotel I am staying.

      Arriving to NY by boat, with Riverstone and Nighthwak. I don't know where Riverstone is, he is going around meeting other people. I took a shower and I am on the sofa wrapped in a towel watching some romantic live action Disney fairytale. Nighthawk turns it off at the very end when the plot unravels and the prince declares his love to the princess. Or at least I expected so. I complain he turned it off, ahead of the ending. He replies that he thought the movie was over already. I say no, it is obvious that they are in love with each other and he was going to say something. Then I feel like maybe he knew it and that was why he turned it off. There is an awkward silence between us and I realize the hidden meaning of what happened. Then he says ok, but doesn't mean they should be together, she should be with the other guy who says things down to earth, not the enchanted prince because he says poetic stuff or whatever. I disagree. We then sit for lunch at the cafeteria. Love is in the air, despite the BS he just said. The boat reaches the shore and my mom, who was there waiting for us, comes rushing that she has bought tickets for a ferry around Manhattan, but it leaves in a few minutes. She grabs my purse and I run after her, forgetting all my luggage behind. At the dock I tell her I need to get my luggage first, she is upset that the other boat is in 5 mins or so, bit I also get angry that she took my purse with my documents and cell phone and I had to follow her but and leave everything behind. Then she denies having done it and says she doesn't have my purse. I cant believe it. I am going back to the boat to get my luggage and I say we can take some other ferry later and she needs to look for my purse meanwhile. But the boat is gone and I run around looking for it or someone from it. I do meet a girl who was also a passenger and she has the key to a van where all the bags left behind are stored to be taken elsewhere. She allows me to look for mine and there it is. But now I must find my mom again or I am alone, stuck with no documents.
    2. 5 Feb: Tv studio, kids drown, leaving London

      by , 02-05-2019 at 09:31 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening


      Visiting a tv studio, a lady friend shows me old cameras and other old equipment, shows me a wardrobe she made, very basic stuff, she explains why they don't use normal clothes.

      I am coughing blood.

      At the beach, some kids from somewhere go trough an area of the ocean shore that is full of rocks and get trapped and are drowning. A media circus installs. I wanna go away,

      I am with my friend Zilla in the 40s, we are taking the last cruise ship leaving London just before the war hits. People are very emotional saying bye to us and vice versa.
    3. 03 Jan: future genocide

      by , 01-04-2015 at 12:53 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am in London, parts of it are flooded. I meet Evangelion by chance. We spend some time together, we flirt and end up kissing. Then he asks me if I would have an affair with him. I'm undecided. It's been one of my fantasies, but when we kissed, I felt nothing. I honestly don't know.

      Some guys in power have decreted the elimination of most part of the human population. Only the ruling elite and a few selected slaves are allowed to live. Everyone else is supposed to die. I think the argument is to reduce humanity's footprint on the planet and restart a society with a much smaller population. Many people volunteer to die for that cause, but those who don't are hunted down and become fugitives with no place to go.
      I'm one of those fugitives. I become part of a non-organized resistance that sabotages whatever it manages to.
      I and a couple of others end up breaking in one the places where volunteers and captured people are killed. It's like an underground slaughterhouse. People seem mindless, maybe drugged or just in shock, naked and shaved. They go through something like gas chambers, because we then see the dead bodies being taken on conveyor belts to automated dismembering and chopping machines. I don't know what they do with the remains, I just find out a way to blow up the god damn place.
      Then we keep on running. We infiltrate a city of people with permits to live. We somehow manage to talk to one of them who might be willing to help us get a permit, but he to seems a bit spaced out or drugged. He explains the procedure to get the permit and basically it's impossible to get it, except getting a fake ID of someone who had been allowed to live but died for some reason and that seems to be way out of our reach.
      So we keep running. Until one day we are caught in the middle of raid in a farm we came across. A militia that hunts down the fugitives apparently found a big group of them in this place. My friends were caught in the middle. I am using a dry toilet outside and away from the main house, so they haven't found me yet, but I see from the distance that the guy in command of the militia is one who has caught me before and raped me and thought he had left me to die (but I didn't). I plan not to let him get away, but that might imply I sacrifice my life to kill him. He is coming closer to where I am, he will find me in a minute...
    4. 24 Dec: Julian Assangeís ninja spy team

      by , 12-25-2010 at 02:01 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

      2:30 GMT

      Killer
      With my BF on some guesthouse. Thereís a murderer on the loose and we decide to go together all the time everywhere, including the toilet, outside the room. But I donít keep the promise and in the morning I go alone to look for breakfast. I meet the owner and I get the feeling he is the killer, although he doesnít fit the profile. I then go outside to the gardens, which are very Victorian. There are some people around, having breakfast outside or just chatting, but they all keep together, for safety. I for some reason, possibly to tease and attract the killer, get away, behind the garden tallest hedges, beyond the safety zone, all alone. Maybe the killer felt it was a trap, because I was safe and I reached the city with no harm done. I then met my mom and followed her to the subway entrance to go somewhere.

      4:00 GMT

      Spain
      At a kitchen or storeroom. My BF is present but looking distant. I ask whatís disturbing him and he says he might have go to Spain.

      5:00 GMT

      Julian Assangeís ninja spy team
      Iím walking on some city into some street with a huge wall on my side. It goes down, to an arched underpass, when a earthquake hits. The road opens fissures and I fear the walls might fall, so I try to get away from there and reach an open space. I find a beautiful spot on the riverside, free from buildings. It looks like the Tames in London at the time of an amazing sunset. I am looking for a camera to take pictures when I realize Iím dreaming. I become lucid and realize thereís no point in taking pictures. I decide to just enjoy the amazing scenario. I then see a castle just behind me. There are some stairs going up a tower and I see tourists coming down, but when I go up I find that the stairs are blocked half way, not allowing the tourists to go further. I decide to fly and try to enter through some window or door on an upper level. I manage to get inside and I find that this palace is used and inhabited, not just a museum. But from then on I am chased by some ruthless people who try to kill me at all cost. Inside the castle, I have difficulties in finding any exit, so I go through offices, rooms, staircases, you name it and although I try to keep hidden, they keep finding me. On some last room where I was hiding and some royalty people are discussing important matters I would have enjoyed to listen, some back door opens and from behind some curtains some deadly arrows fly into my direction. I escape but Iím more or less trapped in this room and worried that they might get me, but then Iím saved by Julian Assangeís ninja spy team which was camouflaged on the ceiling, on a balcony, under tables. They also shoot some arrows to my attackers and help me escape.

      Delivery and more instructions
      Then Iím at some apartment again with my BF, but I hear some fight on the staircase and I just have the time to leave without even checking who was it. I take a train and arrive at some remote village. My instructions are to leave something at a locker in the station and then go to the number 800 on the same street of the station. I first go in the wrong direction and enter the village centre but then some guy on a booth tells me thereís no 800 in that street. I find it weird, because there are no houses in the other direction, just a road through the wilderness. But I go. And then I find an area by the side of the road that is cleared and there is a pole with a plaque with the number 800. I look around and I donít get what Iím supposed to do there. I then find some creased paper on the ground and pick it up. Donít open it, just go back to train station.

      7:00 GMT

      Black panther
      On the road with my parents through the mountains near my hometown. We arrive at some other town where some festival is taking places. Streets are absolutely crowded. We split up and I find my friend Lic inside some building. We decide to go outside but on the exit there is a black panther looking at me. I feel she is not going to hurt me but at the same time she looks a bit menacing, so I decide to act cautiously. I am scared but decide to pass by it. She never takes her eyes of me but lets me go. Then on the streets in the middle of the crowd,me and Lic find Zilla, Vera and Patty. What a surprise to have the whole gang reunited. Vera doesnít seem happy though. She doesnít even look me in the face.

      8:30 GMT
    5. 6 Dec: Stabbed to learn not to feel pain

      by , 12-06-2010 at 12:06 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED
      1:00 GMT

      Stabbed to gain control over fear and pain
      I am in some apartment building apparently coming out of my cousinís home. She has something weird about her look, like dyed hair or extreme make-up. She goes downstairs but I feel more interested in following a corridor that seems to connect to a different partof the building or even a twin building. I then have fun exploring these connections - I go from corridor to corridor, explore different levels by taking the stairs sometimes. Every block is of a different colour or has different tiles on the wall, but itís getting boring so I try to look for an exit.Iím a bit lucid. I look at a map on the wall, trying to locate myself, when some guy offers his help and tells me to just follow him. I do so and he leads me out. Outside, itís a city street, looks like London and he meets a bunch of friends he was with before. They are making plans for next steps and they divide in two groups. I stick with the guyís group, a small one Ė 2 guys and a girl. I donít know where they are taking me. A bit further down, when weíre around some ugly buildings of a bad neighbourhood, the guy draws a knife and he wants to stab me in my belly. I am aware itís a dream, but still, I shriek at the thought of feeling a knife slashing my flesh. They say ďDonít be afraid!Ē and Iím like ďWhatís wrong with you?Ē So just when they are about to stab me I say ďSorry, I don't want to be stabbed, Iím going to wake up!Ē. I wake up but I still had a brief moment when I could feel the knife cutting through my flesh. I felt discomfort and I was awake for a while...
      When I go back to sleep I am again in the same city and they are still around waiting for me. What the hell? I felt like I was going through a Freddy Kruegerís nightmarish type of thing. I ran away, I zig zagged between buildings, trying to lose them. I laid low behind a building and a concrete wall, where people threw garbage and I lost lucidity for a few moments. I got distracted with all the clothes and bags perfectly good that were thrown away. I am considering taking them with me to give away to people who need it, but suddenly I see my chasers about to find me and I instantly get back to the action. I run again but eventually they cut my way through, as they knew a shortcut through some tunnel. They grab my arms and the guy is once again about to stab me and he swears ďIt wonít hurt!Ē. I first thought he was just being psychotic, but now I have this clear feeling they were also lucid dreamers or some dream beings who were just testing me and trying to teach me something. Their attitude changed slightly when I opened myself to them. The guy said to me ďIt only hurts if you believe so. Iím telling you it wonít hurt if you donít give in to fear.Ē Oh, so that was it? I was still a bit afraid, I was actually already feeling the pain again, just by thinking of it, so I told him ĒOK, but let me do it to myself. And can I stab my leg instead? Just to try?Ē ďOKĒ, he said. So I stabbed my leg and I was amazed that it felt like stabbing styrofoam. I could feel it buried in the flesh but it didnít hurt. I was starting to lose fear and thinking about stabbing myself a bit more (lol). They smiled at me and simply left.

      Female robot and androids
      I am now free to do whatever. I look around and I am in some industrial park or similar. I see a huge robot-like metallic structure rising above the houses and go check it from a safe distance, because it starts to move its arms. Below it and around are people watching some demonstration of its functioning. Itís made of hollow metallic tubes that shape it slightly into a female form and some of this tubes are then channelled to some interface where half a dozen women are plugged in, apparently controlling or feeding this robot. The creator of this machine is explaining how it works and what it does, but then all the focus goes to one of these females who detaches from the interface. I find out these are not real women, but androids. Lots of flashes in her direction, reporters asking questions and the inventor says she can even speak Russian. He ask if any Russian speaking is around and some guy points to a girl by my side, but in the middle of the crowd we get mixed up and they bring me closer to the android. I say thereís been a mistake, I canít speak Russian, it was some other girl, but the android lady is looking at me totally interested. She seems to think I am lying and she is processing that information and trying to figure out my intentions. She says she wants to meet me and asks me for my contact. I donít recall even handing her over my contact, but I see her adding my email and name to her processor/brain Ė like if she just extracted it from my mind and I was reading the info on her eyes as she was processing it. Then she turned away and left, followed by a sea of curious people and reporters.

      Office scene
      I remember maybe itís time to meditate a bit, but I canít find peace, thereís just too much going on and I canít make it still. Then I think about dropping a visit to Nighthawkís dreams. I am now in a corridor with doors to offices. I see elevators and decide using one as a portal, but every time I try to get into one, someone holds the door and enters. I even try to do it with some suit guy by my side looking at me like Iím crazy, but it doesnít work Ďcause he totally distracts me. I give up on elevators and try to use the office doors instead. The problem is they have glass windows and I can see the other side, so I have once again difficulties in making appear a different world on the other side, because I keep seeing the people working inside the office. When I open the door, it is still an office. Oh well... I just look around, checking every person on each cubicle. Mostly very young people. Itís a nice office, light coloured wood furniture, glass walls, lots of light. I go to the end of it and I find a window to a square interior patio, with view to all floors. I notice the buildingís decoration is quite nice and then I see a corridor through which the companyís CEO, a tall slim lady in her 40ís, is coming in my direction. She sees me there and asks me what I think of the place. I say itís nice and I like the carpets on the hallway. She invites me for a drink in her office and we sit and talk there for a while.

      4.50 GMT

      Lottery
      Just recall my mom had a good prize in the lottery and I clearly recall the numbers. Will suggest her to make a bet

      6:30 GMT