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    1. 21 Mar: Guru and kung-fu master

      by , 03-21-2013 at 03:02 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      (...) I had fallen asleep at a train station in the dream and when I wake up I am somewhere else and the first person I see to my left is my guru. He is in some sort of public appearance... It is still fuzzy to me what is going on. Or eyes cross but I can't tell if he recognizes me. I look to my right and there is an entourage of lamas and monks. Then he gets up and everybody else does the same. He moves towards me and says "Hi (my name)! I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?". "Oh, you remember me!", "Off course, silly." Then he puts his right hand over my right shoulder and grabs my left wrist with his left hand and walks with me for a while. I feel his warmth and notice my icy hands. While he is asking me questions I cannot help to feel extremely hot and cold at the same time. At first I ignore, but it becomes so extreme I cannot continue the conversation and I wake up . My body is icy cold, but I am completely drenched in sweat.

      (...) I am walking through a park when some guy asks me to take pictures of him doing kung fu poses to send to his friends back home. I agree and then three more people join him, apparently part of the same tour group, making poses for the pics. I relish their skills and they introduce me to their master. It's an extremely amiable old chinese man. I tell him I am now learning martial arts in real life, but kenpo not kung fu. He says that's nice and offers to teach me some signature moves from his school. He demonstrates as he attacks me, but he is kind enough to do it gently and instead of hitting me full force he says "bam, now I hit you in the head.", etc. Unlike the kung fu fights I was used to play in my dreams, now the fights feel extremely realistic. Then he asks me to attack him and show what I know. I feel a bit embarassed, but instinctively apply a series of kicks and punches which he defends with ease. He looks amused at my inexperience but not so much with the last kick, which actually surprises him. He says he wasn't expecting that, since it is a more advanced move. I said I had learned it already and then he exchanges some remarks with another chinese guy. He says that they know the move but teach a version of it to only the more advanced students."
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      non-lucid
    2. 26 Nov: Buddha is a teenager in blue jeans

      by , 11-26-2010 at 10:07 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      01:00 GMT

      Wrathful deities
      A chase, confrontation with some wrathful deities. I escape some place through a narrow window and deliver something to someone.
      (...)

      05:35 GMT
      Cookies and kids
      One of my last days on some very nice sunny city. Itís already end of the day and when passing a street I find this amazing bakery selling traditional pastry from this country/city. There is a lady baking the cookies on some open kitchen and selling them directly to the passer-by. Because these cookies are so famous, you have to get a numbered ticket and wait ages for your turn. I see my number and the amount of people waiting and I decide itís not worth it, but then the baker tells all the other people to wait because she will take my order first. Really? Why? The other customers are not happy about it... Itís really hard to choose the best cakes and cookies so I ask for two of each, hoping they will still be ok in a few days when I get back home. Some cookies are still being baked and I have to wait a bit. Meanwhile I am allowed to enter the kitchen and I start talking to some ladies working there and I help them with some tiding up of the place. They have some old food in the fridge and I throw it away. Then they kick me out, because apparently they have to bake a huge load of cookies for a kidís excursion next day.
      On the next day me and my BF join this excursion and help take care of the kids. We go in groups in vans and we stop at a parking lot in front of the ocean. The kids are being taken to the beach. For a brief moment I wonder how we got into this? I donít feel like taking care of dozens of kids all day. I then have this underlying feeling that Iím not obliged to actually do it
      Ė Iím half aware this is a dream - so I turn around to see what else is there to do. I see a green hill with a zig zag earthen path going up, flanked by Buddhaís statues of different sizes. I tell my BF ďLetís go there:Ē, but he wonít turn his back on the kids, because he doesnít have this intuition itís a dream. Divided between two dreams, I wake up.

      08:00 GMT

      Buddha is a teenager in blue jeans
      At some bookshop I see a magazine, like Times, with a cover story on Tibetan Buddhism and it has pages and pages with amazing photos of teachers and famous practitioners and incredible Himalayan landscapes. I so want to buy it. On the cover it says £2, but I ask the cashier how much it costs in EUR. She tells me itís 8000 something EUR and I LMAO. I ask ďAre you nuts? Itís like 2.5 EUR.Ē And she replies that itís not a simple conversion of prices, there are taxes and whatever. I still say ďAre you aware of how much is 8000 EUR? Even if youíd say 8 EUR, it would be too expensive! Can you please just pass the mag under your bar code scanner to check the price?Ē But she says no and that she will call a colleague to ask. Iím about to give up. She comes back and tells me ďIf you come after 20h, when weíre closing, we can make a 50% discount on the mag, it would only cost 4000 EURĒ. I say nevermind and start realizing this must be a dream.
      Then the store becomes a bus and I think ďHum, why donít I just materialize a lot of cash to pay for the stupid mag, just for fun?Ē, so I visualize I put my hand in my pocket and come out with 10000 EUR in cash. Thereís someone by my side, not sure if still the same lady, surprised that I can do that and I say ďOh yeah, itís just dream money. How much do you want? Just say it and Iíll make it appear.Ē But then my pockets are also filled with crumbles from cookies and lots of dirt. I empty them to find out what more is there, but then realize Iím wasting my precious lucid time. As I walk to the front of the bus I throw everything on the floor Ė money, magazine, bag, even a coat and I feel so light. The bus driver doesnít know what I want to do, I smile and I cross the windshield Ė he and other passengers freak out. I lift of and fly high to see where I am. I see a road ahead of me, flanked by houses, up above a beautiful blue sky, down below a sea or a lake to my left and green hills to my right. I see a gate for what seems to be an amazing property with a park and decide itís a good place to sit and meditate. But when I arrive there I see families with noisy kids all around. Oh well, Iíll have to endure. I look for a green spot to sit, but then all of the ground is muddy and uninviting. I recall my need not to drift or feel discouraged. I focus on the Buddha. I donít visualize the Buddha image, but I sense Buddhaís presence and hold on to it. Then I find a covered passageway between two houses and in the middle of it thereís an amazing tower-like covered veranda with a central low pedestal with a base to sit on which is perfect. I sit there and it has a view over the whole park and the sea in the distance. The sun is setting and beautiful golden shades reflect on the water. But I realise all this is also distraction and as I am getting lost on it, I feel myself waking up. I hold on to the dream and I slide back in. I try to visualize the Buddha, but itís not working. I feel myself waking up again, but I still hold on and slide back in. This time in front of me is my black kitten hugging another yellow kitten and I find it extremely sweet, but remember I must stay focused. Not trying to visualize the Buddha anymore, I instead try to just feel the Buddhaís presence more strongly. I do and then imagine that this presence becomes a ball of light that enters my body through my crown chakra. I feel a very powerful effect, like a force field around my head. I start to hover, feeling this amazing radiant light coming out of my chest, but then I see again all these people on the park, playing ball and whatever and this slight distraction was enough to call it off. I start to wake up again but slide back in one last time. Now I try again to really see the Buddha, so I summon the Buddha and wish that he is there on my back when I turn around. I turn around and thereís this round faced oriental looking teenager, who looks just like a Buddha, but he is wearing jeans and a checkered shirt. He looks just like he is just another kid in the park, but very lonely. He looks bored and just sits on a tree log watching the others playing. Iím like ďWTF? Not what I had in mind.Ē The sun is setting and people are then leaving the park. Some lady comes with a couple of other teenagers and tells them to keep the Buddha-boy company. They look extremely bored by that, they donít feel like baby-sitting. But then the Buddha-boy tells them not to worry, because he wonít be any burden to them. Heíll either stay quiet if they want or just be as interesting as they want. The other kids feel bad for their first reaction, Ďcause they feel he is actually not that lame and they tell him they are actually not that cool to hang around either. Then the Buddha-boy says ďThen Iím sure weíll get along, Ďcause I am myself a dick.Ē And they all laugh. I watch them leaving and I wake up.

      9:15 GMT
    3. 18 Nov: Trying to go to the moon

      by , 11-19-2010 at 10:49 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      So I have decided to just post the more intesresting nights. I just have so many notes on my paper DJ and have no time to type them all to post on DV. It's a pity, because many potential shared dreams are left out, but it's just impossible for me to keep up...

      23:30 GMT

      Fighting a sinister character
      The feeling I have is that Iím aware Iím dreaming and Iím experimenting something with the dream and with the DCs, but I donít remember being lucid.
      I remember from the point in which Iím in a very dark room with a very gloomy DC. Iím not afraid, because I have this underlying feeling it is a dream and because it has something to do with freeing other from the illusion that he can hurt them. Weíre maybe measuring forces, but he wins, because all of a sudden he manages to kidnap all other DCs (I think they were dreamers) and lock them inside some sort of pitch dark dungeon. Iím left outside on some dark corridors and I can feel their presence behind a thick and humid stone wall. I canít cross this wall, but I find a spot where I can send a rope through it in the hope people will grab it and use it to escape out. But it doesnít work and at some point even that week spot (kind of portal) closes in and they are totally isolated.
      But I donít give up. I climb the wall and near the ceiling I find it is a kind of false ceiling and I can enter it and crawl over this room where they are imprisoned. For a moment everything shakes violently but the place holds on. I find some entrance point, just by some big lamp hanging from the ceiling. Using again the rope, I go down and I find in there my parents, grandparents and some kids with their own families. My grandpa is proud of me, but when I say up is the only exit, he gets disappointed.
      Then the bad guy comes in and we fight and thereís some nonsensical scene with toy choppers and dinosaurs. I think he wins, because then he controls where we go next and he takes us all by car to my home village. Thereís some sort of happening there, very public and he intends to humiliate me. Thereís a group of kids dressed in a funny way singing some strange song about fruits Ėtheir group name is something like applepearnutsandgingerbread Ė and the guy tells me my job is to go join them and sing along. I say no way, but Iím not really feeling mortally embarrassed, I just find it stupid. But I go and I kind of sabotage the whole thing for not being so upset Ė it was meant to crush me, but I actually find it embarrassing-funny. And all of a sudden thousands of people appear out of nowhere and invade the village with banners and posters and they disrupt the whole thing. The bad guy disappears and me and my family take refuge in a building just on top of a staircase in front of us Ė like the town hall or something.

      2:00 GMT

      Gibberish, gibberish and Buddhaís blessings

      Iím in Australia or New Zealand or even the Cayman Islands... I don't know, but people speak English. And I find my ex-friend Vera. We talk briefly about what weíve doing with our lives and then we take a bus to go home together. Our home town is suddenly just a bus ride away from this remote place we were visiting. When we arrive there, thereís a tornado ripping it a part, which hits the bus very briefly. People are in panic and I open the bus door and tell everybody to get out. I run to the door of my momís building. When I get there I look back to see if anybody else is coming so I can hold the door for them, but nobodyís coming. Then a friend comes but to say ďHey, you left the bus without paying for your ticketĒ. ďAre you kidding? Weíve been hit by a tornado and youíre worried about that?Ē He says everybody else paid for their tickets, thatís why they are taking so long to arrive. I think thatís totally absurd and I think Iím about to become lucid, when I see my black cat escaping through the door I left open. I run after him and catch it. I head to the elevator and intend to go to the 9th floor (although in reality, my momís only 4 floors). Anyway, I open the elevator door and itís a fridge with shelves. I take away the shelves so we can enter it but then I have to put the cat on the floor and thatís when I notice this cat is totally white and with blue eyes Ė not my cat at all, I could I have made such a mistake? I let the poor kitten go his way and he jumps right out of a window that is on my side. Then thereís some guy packing the elevator with books. He says he is moving and I say I need to go to 9th floor and ask for priority Ė he can ship his books later. He disagrees and says I can go with the books. ďHow do you do that? No space!Ē He insists and pushes me in, trying to fit me with the books and hurting me in the process. I say I give up. I look through the window again and I see a park outside, green grass. I think I float outside the window and as I walk this park, this book guy ends up joining me and weíre having a very melancholic kind of walk Ė Iím still mad at him but at the same time I like him a lot, and we walk in silence. Then two ladies I know touch me in the shoulder and tell me there is some Buddhist event taking place just nearby and I decide to follow them. I turn back and see a bridge on my left and a building on my right. In front of this building and facing the bridge, thereís a kind of alter with something being shown Ė among other things, thereís a special box which Iím told contains the cornea of a Buddha. It does looks like a dried cornea and I think ďIf it is genuinely the relic of a Buddha, then may the blessings from seeing it shower down on all sentient beings.Ē I had no time to get lucid, but I was then fully conscious when I made that wish and I felt those blessings flowing to me like an electrical current, when I woke up.

      6:00 GMT

      Jumping mirror portals
      Doing tourism in what seems to be France. Iím loosely following a group, but I get stranded and just roam alone for a few streets. Then I encounter a second group and because they seem to know where theyíre going, I follow them. They are being guided by a French girl who leads them into an old church. We pass a front door and an entrance lobby and thereís a group of steps to go down to a desk to buy ticket. I start floating and I look to my right and I recognize one of the guys on the tour. He looks at me like he also recognizes me and I get lucid. I decide I will not simply sit down and instead I want to go to the moon, because I havenít been there. I can then meditate in the biodome, by the koi pond. Why not? I turn back and on my way out I see a mirror on the wall and use it to jump. First I try to summon my warrior me, but the way I look doesnít change and I donít care, as long as I arrive there. I jump and all goes black. I have this freefall sensation for a little longer than usual and I start feeling SP effects. Strangely, instead of loud horrible noises, I start to hear amazing celestial music, like I never heard before. I am totally high with this music, when I feel like I landed somewhere. I feel I am there on the moon, but all is still dark and when I try to open my eyes I feel my ďrealĒ eyes opening, so I stop and just wait. Then a place forms in front of my eyes but it is not the moon, but some room and thereís a couple there. The guy is lying down on the bed and she is tending over him. They are surprised to see me and are about to address me, but Iím like ďNo, this is not it! I have to go!Ē. So I get out of the room and on the hallway I see another mirror and jump again, thinking once more about the moon. Same SP effects and I feel my awaken body on the bed. Once again I wait for the image to form and I find myself again in the same room with the same couple! Bullocks!
      I decide to see what theyíre doing anyway. The girl is cleaning up his wounds he has all over his body and when she is about to pull his pants down to reach his leg wounds, he grabs it, in a mixed feeling of shyness and arousal because Iím there. I also feel a bit uncomfortable and aroused and for a moment a threesome crosses my mind, but I decide to turn my back on them and focus on something else, like trying to aim to the biodome or meditate somewhere else. Thereís a mirror on the room and I jump a third time. This time I wake up.

      8:00 GMT
    4. 13 Nov: Family matters and future

      by , 11-15-2010 at 08:15 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG
      23:00 GMT

      Stormy flight
      On a big plane flying into a storm. But just an observer. I think there will be the day when I will be in such situation.

      Barcelona
      Looking at a map of Barcelona with my BF and asking him what he wants to visit Ė I suggest we should see stuff I havenít seen yet, but he wants to check some important spots I already visited and I have to agree to go there for a second time.

      Deadly parents
      Iím watching some spy thriller movie and then I am inside it. On the margins of a river and someoneís just explained me that in this particular place there are some strange undercurrents, probably resulting from some underwater structure, like a tunnel entrance to some secret facilities. Iím lying belly down on the grass, watching for suspicious movements, when I detect on land some kind of entrance to a bunker. I go check it quietly, think itís safe to go in but then Iím spotted by some ugly guy coming out of it. He holds a big knife in his hand and then a second guy joins him in trying to kill me. Luckily I also get some backup from a colleague and as we are on pairs, facing each other and waiting for someone to make the first attack, all of a sudden, the enemy guyís are my mom and dad and my partner is my BF. My mom is holding the big knife and Iím like ďSorry, what!!!?Ē.


      2:00 GMT

      Future attached to past
      Itís night. I see the city nightlights and against the dark sky I see a spaceship just like Enterprise. Thatís when I notice Iím in the future. Day comes and I also see airplanes moving around, but they are different, more like rockets Ė although totally similar to todayís airplanes, they lack any wings or tail and they lift off and land vertically. Yet, they still look more like planes than rockets. They are everywhere, like they are the buses of this future time. City looks pretty much like current day cities, though. I am walking through a park amongst the buildings and I see an old steam-engine train as an open air exhibit. I meet a lady there with whom I talk about the past and present times. I get from her words that people in this age are very attached to ďoldĒ times. They have this incredible new technologies but they avoid being too innovative, because they donít want to break with the past so quickly. Thatís why they make ships resembling planes, they keep their ancient machines exposed on their parks. They are a bit too obsessed. I tell her they shouldnít be so attached to old days, because everything changes and even that steam-engine will rust out there, for as much they try to preserve it and will disappear from peopleís memories one day. She seems disturbed with the idea.
      Then I see a guy appearing to be doing a stunt over a monorail sticking out of a skyscraper side. I ask whatís that and I realise they are just testing if itís safe to ride a bike through these narrow trails up there. They want to implement them between skyscrapers so people can go by bike through them. I say they are crazy Ė why not simply making some pods that would glide through the rails? Once again, itís their obsession with keeping it low tech and not go to far from their roots.

      Avoiding dad
      Seem to be on some sort of Inn on a ranch. The whole place is a big long one-floor building, where thereís a cafeteria, rooms, etc. My father is looking for me everywhere and Iím trying to avoid him at all cost. I see him entering the main door and Iím further away, in the rooms area. I go inside one room and meet my mom and grandpa there. Mom is reading a magazine, I eat some snack with her and we laugh about some picture on the magazine I say could go to Fail.blog. They are announcing an exhibition related to some event and there are some pictures of the eventís mascot and on one, something on the background makes it look like it has a huge phallus coming from between his legs. And because it is a kind of kiddie mascot it makes it even more outrageous. I say I have to leave because my dad will find me there eventually. I pass by the cafeteria, but I spot my dad inside and he seems to be with some kid. I have this feeling that he has a secret family I donít know about and I donít want to face it right now, so I go over some handrails and get out of this place before he sees me. I go around the building and exit this area. Then Iím in some other place sitting on a table with two other guys, who happened to be sitting on that exact table when I sat there to eat something. One of them is Indian, they are teachers and they are talking about relationships and how to deal with kids in classes. The Indian guy asks a very specific question: how to deal with a student who is very flamboyant. The other guy just doesnít know what to answer to that.

      4:45 GMT

      Alien
      Something about a meteorite falling and then it is an alien with tentacles.

      ESP and lucidity
      Home scene with my BF, my aunt and her kids. Weíre talking about or trying out some ESP tricks. Something about robots. Then Iím lucid and decide to write the dreams Iíve been having on my DJ. I forget to wake up and just do it on the dream. I remember the radio was playing and I was thinking about how nice would be to have a radio show on Lucid dreams. My dad was asleep. Then I realise I was still asleep.

      7:30 GMT

    5. 10 Nov: painting, park and parkour

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

      23:00 GMT

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

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


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


      6:40 GMT

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

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    6. 1 Sep: Dates and attempt to lucidify dream companions

      by , 09-02-2010 at 10:53 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


      23:00 GMT – Sleep

      No dreams recalled

      1:30 GMT

      Late to a movie and cloned cat
      I’m with my cousin C. on her car on the way to the movies. It’s late evening and we’re already late. She is speeding and I don’t feel comfortable. I ask her to slow down. Then we really get too late and she ends up dropping me home, no movies.
      When I arrive home my cat is now two cats, although the same one. He/they are on top of the table in the living room. Then I notice the window is open and run to shut it – the cat might fall 3 floors if he decides to go for a walk. Then the table is also wobbly and I fear it breaks, so I just grab the cat – only one, the other copy runs away.


      2:30 GMT

      Stone house
      I am seeing this old stone house with Riverstone and Nighthawk. An old guy shows us the property. I don’t know what we’re doing there. The old man then leaves for a while and we start exploring every inch. Nighthawk opens a squeaky, mouldy wardrobe and finds a really old scrapbook. He invites me to sit down and look at it, as I always like this kind of stuff. So we sit down on a small dusty sofa and we start turning the pages. I really didn’t pay much attention to what is was inside. I was more focused on the body heat from the guy by my side, if you know what I mean. Then someone screams with a loud pitch voice through a small window just above our heads. I am cool, no reaction, but Nighthawk freaked out. He gets up abruptly and goes out grumpy. We approach him, making a bit fun of the situation but he is really not in a good mood. I really hate seeing him like that, looses all the charm, so I go out through an opposite door, leading to a terrace. I see the area around for the first time. It’s amazing. There’s a river way down there and a path at my right leading to other part of the village where we are. I then become lucid and instinctively fly down to this road to explore. I look to the sky and the landscape around and I am awed with the brightness and white light that permeates it. But then I look up again to the house, and there are the guys still on the other terrace looking now to me, maybe wondering how I got down there so fast. I realise they are not DC's but are actually sharing a dream with me so I decide not to go explore the dream but to go back and try to lucidify them both – would be awesome!
      I fly back and enter the house through the door I came out from. They are inside now. I tell them to go sit that I have something to tell them. They look curious and excited. They go out to that second terrace where I haven’t yet been. They sit at a wooden bench on this terrace. The landscape here is also breathtaking. Everything looks so damn real. For a moment I am in doubt if I am still dreaming – what if this is actually real and I say it’s a dream and they will mock me forever? So I do a reality check, just to be sure. I look at my hands. They look normal, besides being a bit more red than normal. But something goes wrong! “Oh no! I am waking up!” So, I woke up and despite my efforts, I couldn’t come back...


      Starting life over and love in the hay stack
      For some reason I am Rory from the Gilmore Girls and I fell on water with some other person. It’s night on some port and the situation is dangerous, although I never feel I am in danger. My mom Lorelai is looking for me, screaming for help, but I’m just there and I can get out of water whenever I want. I just decide not to. I think how convenient that everybody thinks I’m dead. This way I can be free and start all over somewhere else.
      So I leave myself be taken by the current to a place more down river. I get out and there’s a big storage house, with lots of big machines and I’m not Rory anymore, I’m myself. Then I see police coming. I think they are looking for me but no, there’s some other guy, a criminal, also coming to hide here. What are the chances? I try to hide but realize there’s no time and they will see me. So I decide to lead them to the guy, this way distracting their attention from me. I do so, the guy is arrested and they are so thankful, they don’t ask me any question. I lay down on some hay stack and rest for the night.
      Later on, it’s morning and I wake up with the sound of voices. There’s a group of people talking by the door and I spot Nighthawk among these people. Coming from the other dream? He comes to me, holds me, seduces me and asks me if I want to be his girl. I’m delighted and I play along. We’re all mushy mushy, I am enjoying it a lot, but then the dream transforms.


      High speed skating and a wild hog
      I find myself inside a car, in the driver’s seat. The car is parked on a steep hill and the break fails, so it starts sliding backwards. Yaics, I have to stop it but can’t find the break! I almost hit this group of people walking their dogs, but move the wheel barely missing them, until I finally break. I get out of the car and I go half-lucid. I don’t know where I am and why I went there from this other so pleasant dream, so I decide to have some fun. I put some inline skates and slide down the rest of the hill at high speed. I am having so much fun, I scream of contentment. I pass through a group of youngsters who is sitting on the floor meditating. I feel a bit bad for disturbing them and almost killing them, actually. I remember the face of one black girl in great detail.
      The hill ends at the gates of some park. I am trying to see what this park is when a girl with a wild hog on a leash passes by me. I am like “wow” and is everybody else around who is both afraid and fascinated with this scene. People gather around the girl and the wild hog at the gate and I can’t come in. Then a couple asks me if I know if the copy house in front is open or definitely closed. I have no clue but just by looking at it, it looks like it’s not open for a long time. I suggest they look somewhere else.


      5:10 GMT

      Fetish with traffic
      There’s this two couples who like to make love in the traffic. So while one couple drives, the other is usually on the back seat doing it. But the police has already caught them a bunch of times so they came up with this truck with a cabin made of glass walls that you can see to outside but not to the inside and they have a bed there and all – really elaborate stuff just for this fetish thing they have. I am watching them having their way from inside this cabin they are driven along a highway and across a bridge. Weird stuff. I swear I have no fetish of this kind. It reminded me the movie Crash.

      Romantic walk becomes crappy
      I find Nighthawk again and we’re in the middle of some park. It’s already late evening. I invite him to walk with me, hand in hand and try to find a quiet comfy place to sit and nestle. The walk is being quite nice but then it starts to rain. I don’t care, it is not wetting me, it’s just dream rain. But he doesn’t believe that, he is getting soaked and gets really annoyed. Tells me he wants to leave. Oh boy. Ok, let’s go. We find his mom outside the park and they decide to go have dinner at a restaurant. The dream started to suck.

      7:30 GMT – Wake up

      Updated 09-11-2011 at 10:45 PM by 34880

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