Lucid-schizo-dreamer

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

At my parent's house, sleeping on the couch. Some news on tv about a poisonous spider that has been spotted in exotic fruits, mostly bananas and might accidentally be brought home with the groceries. I am too sleepy to care about it, but my dad goes around the house removing cobwebs and killing harmless spiders just in case. I later wake up and I am with Riverstone instead. I am attacked by some poltergeist and pushed and pulled through the air like a rag doll. It's not hurting me and Riverstone finds it kinda funny, but I am getting sick of it. I force myself to reach the bathroom and look in the mirror, wishing the spirit to show in the mirror. It does and it is a young boy. Slowly I realize it is a young Riverstone, which I tell him, by yelling across the hallway. He does not believe me. I splash the boy with water and smile to tease him. He does not react, he just smiles back and go away, but first, out of spite, he shrinks my cat Yéti to a hand size. I feel he is actually afraid of being alone, so I tell him to come around to play, if he behaves.
I then go to attend some workshop on how to renew some license on something. It's at some office place at post-working hours. Meeting is on the 2nd floor and there are signs pointing towards the direction to follow. Up there, some people are just hanging, others are already seated at tables, I chose a table to sit at and then some weird shit starts. It seems like this ain't their 1st meeting. Apparently they all know each other and some people complain about the teacher. She comes forward to apologize for something but it felt more like a public flogging. People get up from their seats and continue accusing her of many things, others hug each other in support and others seem to just ignore it all and keep on filling forms. I am sure that I got in the wrong group and I am stimming by kneading some colored silly putty I found around. One lady starts talking to me in french, asks me if I am autistic. I raise my eyes to her and she immediately steps back and apologizes saying I am not. I reply in french "No, but I actually am". And she seems confused, points out traits she doesn't spot on me. I explain it manifests differently for every autistic and that I have other traits. Then my french doesn't go so far and I end up speaking in english. Anyway, I've decided to leave, so I abruptly get up and leave. I reach the door and it is raining cats and dogs. A couple of people who are at the door smoking or getting some air, look at me like "well, you ain't goin' nowhere". But I step out in the rain anyway and look for my car keys as I head to my car, because I don't want to stay around these people anymore. I can't find my keys, so I freak out. Soaked wet, I sit at some garden bench and dive into my purse, which is absolutely empty except for the car key in a pocket. But then the key is broken at the top, I might insert it but probably can't turn it around to start the car. I think about having to go back to the building and try get some help.

I am just coming from my mom's and about to pass under the highway overpass to enter the main road, when a gate falls down and closes in front of me, not allowing to do so. There are military all over and one by one they shut down all passages under the overpass, with enormous gates between the pillars, cutting people off. They say this is the most recent quarantining measures, and I imagine my mom freaking out when she finds out. They tell me it is just over the weekend, but it feels more definitive. Supposedly we can still travel freely to East, just not take the road to north and south, but I wonder how far East we can go until we find another blockade. I also wonder if I just walk South over the hills, if they have put any other barriers ahead or if I could come through.

Zilla went to space on a research project, while pregnant and everything is just unbelievable. I go visit her in her lab when she is back to earth and my dad comes along and his only comment his "I still don't like her much, but I gotta hand it to her, she achieved the highest achievement possible" and I know he means "and what have you done?". And I feel such a loser, but I decide to ignore him and concentrate on my friend. I give her a big warm hug, feeling happy that she is ok and she goes on telling her adventures, which I relive as if I was actually there. They went on a ship like a huge space shuttle, which orbited the earth for just about a week and somehow had artificial gravity. Zilla had some claustrophobia at first, especially when first realizing "I am on a spaceship!". I see her seated to eat at the canteen with panoramic views to space and then going to bed, in a common room, with lower ceiling and also panoramic windows above head. Before I leave, she takes me to see the ship, which is now all broken after some accident on reentry (not on her mission, but right after hers). There are plans to recover it, but I wonder if it makes sense at all considering the damage. The middle section is crunched like an accordion.
When I am about to leave, I watch a couple, she is arabic and muslim and wearing a niqab and he is an american in jeans. She is yelling at him that it makes no sense that he left her. She says he turned a muslim for her and then started demanding she wear a burqa, while he himself continues wearing jeans and shirts and shaves just like a normal westerner. He doesn't have any justification for it, just says he wants nothing with her anymore and that she has to follow him to some place, like a court or something. She on the other hand says she is also bringing a case to court against him, so she agrees joining him to whatever thing he is also concocting. I follow then and take a sneak peak to inside the room they entered and all I can see is a bunch of bearded muslim men sitting against the wall at the end of the room, quiet and watching. Then she leaves the place through a back door, clearly upset. Unfortunately, four of those men also go after her and they carry knifes in their hands. I follow them to try to save her, but they corner her in the back of some building and I don't see anyway to help her without also getting killed. I hide under a tarp and see she manages to go through a door to some other building. But it is some dead end and they surround her and stab her. I get out from under the tarp and run towards the main street, which is just at the end of a small perpendicular street. I bump into a policeman and drop a camera I supposedly was carrying, but I don't recall taking pics. Anyway, one of the 4 men spotted me and is coming towards the policeman. By the look of the cop and the way he seems to want to delay me and not protect me, I realize he is an accomplice, so I run to the middle of the road and into the crowd. I hear the cop telling the guy I have a camera and possibly have photos. I sneak behind some panels hiding some construction work and I am thinking whether I enter a shop behind it or go down a manhole on the ground that is open.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I had the clear feeling that I wasn't simply dreaming, but that I had been transported to a parallel universe. I found myself on a street, early morning, gray sky, trying to recognize the place, when a group of around 6 people gathered nearby and one of them sees me and says "Ah, xxxxx, there you are! We thought you were late. Didn't you see us over there?". I wanted to say "Who are you?" but I let myself go and just watched. They were all super excited. I realized they were all scientists, apparently physicists and I was the team leader who had made some scientific breakthrough. I was supposed to have discovered a way to travel freely in space-time.
So they took me to the lab and were expecting me to share my revolutionary discovery with them, so we could work on it. But I was visibly disturbed (they thought I was just tired) and so the guy who first talked to me, took me to a lounge to try to get me back to focus. I realized there was something going on between the two of us (or between him and my alternate me): maybe we were dating, maybe we had had a relationship, maybe we were in love but not yet assumed it... I couldn't tell. But we sat on a table, drinking a hot coffee and talking about music. He showed me some old music sheets, tremendously excited, reading and singing along the classical tune and expecting me to fully understand his excitement. Because I didn't share his excitement he asked me to read the sheet and see the magnificence of it. I could see it was an antique, I realized it was an unpublished work of some great composer, but I couldn't read it and then he thought there was something very wrong about me.
I didn't want to say I was from a parallel universe and that I was no genius and knew nothing about all those things, so instead I said I was going through an amnesia episode.
Very worried and disappointed, they took me home, hoping that all I needed was some rest. My home was the exact same home I live in. My dad was staying with me for some days. But when I arrived he was praying over a rug, on the same spot where in my actual life I have my meditation corner. He turned to me, upset that I had disturbed him and I saw he had a beard and was dressed in a robe. He was muslim and apparently had a conflict with his daughter (my alternate me), who was a materialistic scientist and did not understand his faith. (That blew my mind, because in my world he is the materialistic guy who feels disappointed at me for being a buddhist.)
I excused myself and went to my room. Laid on the bed thinking about the extraordinary of all that and how I had gotten there and how I could go back to my life. I concluded my other self probably went too far with her experiences of travel in space-time and went to my world and because there could not be two of us, she caused a switch of places, sending me automatically to her world.
I started to relax and feel numb and closing my eyes and then I woke up on the same bed, but in my real world

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:30 GMT – Wake up

Doing late hours
On some office with my boyfriend. He works there. It’s on ground level, a long open space with several desks and a few cubicles. It’s 1 am and we stayed behind for him to finish some work. I then go to the entrance and meet this lady behind a desk. I ask her if she’s also working late and she tells me she is the security guard and is waiting for us to leave so she can also go home to her family. She is on her mobile talking to her kids and I feel so guilty. I go back tell my boyfriend who doesn’t believe me needs to go out there and check for himself. We then try to rush up to leave and find out that more people were also still working late and also weren’t aware they were keeping this lady stuck there.

Meetings at university
I’m with mom on the inner court of some university on a palace-like building on some foreign country. There’s an inclined tower that used to be connected to the main building but is now falling apart. It’s being held by some scaffolds but clearly falling apart. My mom wants to go closer and take pictures but I hear it squeaking and I swear I saw it moving a few centimetres. Some people who are sitting on some terrace tables confirm it looks like it’s going down soon.
I then have to head to a meeting I’ve organised. I booked a room on this building somewhere. I try to gather people for the meeting that I encounter along the way, but still only a few come after me. I go up some stone staircase – the whole place looks very institutional – and I meet a lady with her geeky daughter. They are nervous because she is heading for an interview for an internship on the administration office. I wish her good luck but have mixed feelings. My father is always trying to convince me that a job like that is what I should aim for, because of the stability, so I kinda feel jealous of her. On the other hand I have a much more interesting life and feel luckier.
The meeting room is circular, with a glass dome and sculptures all around, very imperial style. Only 3 people came to the meeting and soon the conversation degenerates and we don’t do any work at all. Some scene of ego fighting and bad mood from some of the participants. I call it a day and we go downstairs. We enter a cafeteria and by my right side I see this amazing garden which I want to visit. There’s a structure made from hedges and trellis in form of an ark and inside it, there’s a small zoo for the visitors. I don’t like zoos but I need to see that strange and different construction. But my friend Rita is now present and tells me I can go there later, but now need to join some group around a table. One of them is a guy from my school, a former bully and I wonder what he is doing there, maybe a friend of a friend. Then I also see Lasma, a girl I met last month. When I look at her I have a vision about her. She is in the woods. The trees are naked, it’s a freezing cold and a dim light - some northern country, maybe her home country. She is involved on some whistleblower activity, denouncing some crime that is being perpetrated away from public eyes. She meets some monks living in the woods and then I hear shots. They are running for cover. She is so brave going there alone to get this story out.

5:30 GMT

Plant Nymph
I am in a room on some big public building, like a gallery. It’s totally empty and a bit old, with the stucco on the wall falling in some places. My dad and my boyfriend are also with me. Then on a corner I notice this bizarre green sculpture that looks like an animal with no head. As I come closer it transforms into a beautiful green woman. She has one hand rooted inside the wall and she looks a bit pale (pale green). She looks so unhappy. I ask her why and she says someone planted her inside disregarding her feelings and needs. She says the ones of her kind grow outdoors and in groups. They need sun and each other’s company and she lacks both, so she lives in hell. And because she is so deeply rooted there, if someone tries to get her out, she will die. I bring my dad and my boyfriend to meet her and they get really saddened by her story but they offer her some money and I wonder if they understand that money isn’t going to make anything for her. She needs to be transplanted and that is not a matter of money but of skills and will.

Working group and advocacy for the nymph
I am in some classroom where all the tables are occupied. I’m sitting on the right side of a table I’m sharing with my boyfriend. Under the table on my feet are some bags I own. I just arrived, late. We are deciding as a group on topics for a later meeting. I am asked if I want to be included in the agenda and to make a presentation. I say I really don’t want to but if they insist I can make a short report of some other meeting I took part in.
Then they put me in charge of a working group that gathers on a tiny room with view over a garden. We are 4 or 5 people and everybody looks uninterested and disconnected. I sense it’s gonna be a disastrous working group, unless we go out and sit on the grass..
Then back on the classroom I use the opportunity to tell everybody about the nymph I had met before and about her situation. There are a few journalists in the room (or activists who would write something about the case to spread the word) and they are interested in knowing more. One of them is a bit ignorant and is writing on his notes that she is a bit sick and pale because she is vegetarian and I correct him by saying “Moron, she is not vegetarian she IS a vegetable!!!“

6:30 GMT

Muslim neighbourhood
I’m crossing a muslim neighbourhood. I see a guy on a car who is totally reproving me because I’m wearing a short top and showing my belly. I pull it down a little. Then I pass by a kiosk and I see comic books. I am totally amused when I spot magazines like Uncle Scrooge, but in a muslim version. For example Gyro’s Little Helper has his normal robot body but the head of a muslim with a beard and a turban. [Once again I don’t mean to offend any muslim, but my mind keeps making up this crazy stuff.]
I also pass by a muslim girl, but she is totally normal and going about her life. I then reach a main road and I sit on a kind of giant ball with a seat, that I drive through mind control and I remember crossing over some railroad tracks.

Theatre première
I’m on a theatre foyer and some play is premièring on this exact day. There are tables with material to pick up and other for sale related to the play and the actors are hanging around in their characters skin, taking pictures and talking to journalists. The main role is played by a girl about my age and the story is about her trying to manage the family business in a world of men and in a time where women and especially of her age, where not considered fit for this job. Then I spot some posters for sale about some other show or event and I get closer to read and I take note of something I read there, but then I’m pushed and pulled by two ladies who really want to buy the posters and I lose track of what I was doing.

Sex and the city
Later I am on a coffee table and on the table next to me are the girls from Sex and the City, making arrangements for something. They seem excited about it. I then accompany Miranda (the red hair girl) to her apartment but just as an observer, she doesn’t really know I’m there. She is soaking on her bathtub and on the phone with her friends. They are all going to do something at the same time. She then gets a small device from a package and I more or less imagine what’s coming, but then I get totally surprised when she sticks it on her big toe of her right foot. She then starts feeling something, because she is clearly delighted. Apparently her friends are doing the same on their houses. Then they discuss results and decide it is quite good although not at the level of an orgasm.

7:30 GMT

Baby falls down the window
On some room full of kids and a few adults taking care of them. I am just passing by to take some little girl with me to play and I meet Marco Polo there. We sit on some table to talk a little bit. The girl also sits while she waits for me. As we talk we get really close, as the table is so small. I feel his legs touching mine under the table and I sense he is desperate for my affection. So I lean and touch his forehead with my forehead. He says he is no longer with his wife and enquires me about my situation with my boyfriend. I tell him the truth, that I am still with my boyfriend and despite the fact that I love him (always did) I don’t intend to leave my boyfriend for him, not now and not probably ever - at least not in this lifetime. For some reason he was hopeful of a different thing and he gets really gloomy. I get up to allow him to digest it and I go play with this little girl. I lift her up and put her on top of some shelf – she kinda shrinks to fit there. One of the other ladies scolds me, afraid she might fall and get hurt but I assure her I have it under control.
Then I see my cat over a bed near a window and a kid is playing with him. I trust but I say to watch out so the cat doesn’t climb to the open window and the kid actually thinks the opposite would be much more interesting and starts cornering the cat so he feels forced to go up to the window. He is laughing and saying he would love to see the cat flying down the window. I go nuts and go to the kid and kick him hard. He was a goofy 6 or 7 year old with glasses and I leave him contorting on the floor with pains. Immediately I feel so incredibly guilty and everybody runs to me in shock and to help the poor kid. This moment of distraction allowed a baby to climb up the bed and the window and only I notice this but it is already too late. When I scream to warn people about the baby he has already slipped and fell. I am horrified because I notice we are on a 3rd or 4th floor and I think the baby stands no chance of survival. I don’t even have the courage to go look and see the result. I am just crying like a mad and I ask everybody who is the mother. I feel I need to be the one telling it to the mother. But nobody knows.
I go out and look for his mother everywhere. I can’t find her and then I encounter the ladies who were watching over the kids on that room where it happened. They tell me they’ve deliberated that it was all my fault, that because of me the baby had fell. “What?” I wasn’t even in charge of looking after any kid, I was just passing by and got involved in some events that somehow led to it... Then I connect the dots and think this was all instant effect of bad karma for having kicked the other kid and is totally deserved that I get the blame, even if I know I am not really responsible and they are just trying to frame to get rid of trouble.
Then I arrive at this room where I see a lady surrounded by people comforting her and I assume she must be the one and that the news run faster than I thought. So I sit by their side and wait for an opportunity to tell her how terribly sorry I am. But they look at me surprised by my presence and ask me what I want. I say it’s about the baby and they say “Baby, what baby?”. Upsss, wrong person. Apparently they were watching a documentary before I arrived, it was about heirloom tomatoes and about a guy’s quest to preseve its seeds and for some reason this lady had suffered quite an emotional blow from seeing it (maybe it was her dead husband or something). Then 2 ladies who were sitting by my side ask me what happened, that they realise something bad happened out there but they don’t know what. I tell them yes, something terrible happen and then my cat (in RL) wakes me up.

08:45 GMT - Wake up