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    1. 19 Jul: Strange disease than confers super powers

      by , 07-19-2019 at 10:17 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening


      A small village attracts lots of scientists, because a strange disease seems to make people crazy and also they start levitating. It affects specially the kids. I go there and I am also affected. The first feeling is strange, like the ground becomes fluid and a vortex moves along it and seems to spread the disease as it moves and touches people. But this can only be perceived by the people already affected. Secondly I realize we don't become crazy, we actually become geniuses. I acquire new abilities like being able to capture radio waves and and other electronic transmissions. First thing I learn is about some plans by some Russians to hack some drones and something about an embassy.
    2. 3 Dec: Detonation of a harmless bomb

      by , 12-04-2018 at 10:59 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Something about russians and some test. Something on a public swimming pool, with a couple of ladies, crossing the locker room to avoid or meet someone, but then getting excited about a swim in the pool.

      A friend says he invented a simulation of a nuclear bomb, but without radiation and the blast is harmless so wants to test it. I'm not feeling sure about that, but he insists on blowing it up and says we can hide in an underground shelter nearby. Strangely enough, he sets it off in the middle of a town, so I wonder about all other people if the test goes wrong. Anyway, he is not going to stop for anything and he blasts the thing off. The shock wave is strangely slow, so we can run ahead of it and seek the shelter. He doesn't go, but me and Alex and Zilla we run to it. Zilla is the only one who knows where it is. Alex trips when we cross a bridge and he grabs a piece of my clothing asking for help. But I tell him "it's ok, the bomb is harmless, you'll be fine." And I shrug him off and keep going (watch a bitch I can be). I look back a few steps later and ask him if he'll be ok? He ain't sure, but he doesn't complain and gets up to keep running.
      Zilla finally stops behind a building with a garden and I ask if the bunker is there. She says no and that she also wants to experience the blast on the surface, but she is taking cover behind the building She finds a hose on a wall and takes an improvised shower. Recommends me to do the same, in case the blast is hot. I feel pretty upset with all this and think these guys are just fucking insane. The blast is coming.

      I am a at a supermarket with Riverstone, shopping for food. Some troll just put 200Ä of frozen fish on our trolley. We're vegetarian, I ask the cashier to keep it and take it away, but Riverstone is looking at all the codfish and saying maybe we should buy it for special occasions. I am pissed he is even considering that and say "absolutely no".

      Everyone seems to be losing his/her voice. I am also starting to loose mine. It's some virus that's going around and infecting more and more people. It's afflictive.
    3. 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
    4. 12 Nov: Boring dreams and a russian cleaning lady

      by , 11-12-2010 at 05:20 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      22:00 GMT

      Hiking, cooking and walking
      I’m climbing up some mountain with my BF. On the way we meet local pilgrims and a French lady. The path is full of Buddhist sacred places, like this huge terraced slope with thousands of small golden Buddha statues.
      This French lady knew nothing about Buddhism so he was feeling awkward with the pilgrims offerings and prayers. But we talked to her and then she was starting to actually enjoy the whole thing. She spotted a statue that had fallen backwards and went there to put it up again. She left a golden coin on top of that Buddha. Then I noticed it was the only one really shiny around, as if it was new. All the others were darkened by age and weather.
      When we reached the summit of this mountain, we found some houses and tables on the outside. There was a culinary competition going on with people from all over the world. It had just ended and people were stowing their dishes and pans and glass bowls. I helped. Some Italians were talking about a sci-fi series that didn’t air because it was just bad, like a B-series kind of movie. Then like a vision, I get to see some scenes from the series and it’s really cheesy. The spaceships are just cruise boats with their lights on over a dark, star-lit sky. Then there’s this main character who is simply a klingon but with 1000 eyes all over his body. It’s just bad and I laugh.

      Then we’re all downhill, at my mom’s kitchen, were the award ceremony takes place. I’m surprised that all the Italians get awarded, but so the French, Spanish, and many many others, mostly Europeans. I wonder what kind of competition is this, where everybody is awarded. I’m bored and I go to the window. I see a gay couple walking outside on the back alley and I think why don’t they go up the hill, do the same pilgrim’s path we did, but telepathically they say they are not interested, because it seems exhausting. OK, just a suggestion. At this moment I am half-lucid and I think about going to visit the Flea Market near my home. In RL it is tens of kms from my mom’s home, but this is dream world... So as I walk my way there, I’m feeling really amused and I am singing Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” and dancing. People look at me but I couldn’t care less – dream, remember? Then I realise I already walked too much and passed by the street that goes up to the Flea Market. As I turn back I bump into my BF who decided to follow me. I tell him it’s better we take the bus back to the place, 'cause I'm tired of walking.

      4:40 GMT

      “I’m nobody” and snake venom
      I’m on some weird place with Buddhist people I know. People are sitting down on chairs and that’s when I realise they are waiting for our guru to come. I then see the place prepared for him to seat and luckily I get a sit just in front of it. But I get tired of waiting and waiting and decide to go for a walk, leaving something on the chair to mark my seat.
      When I am on some kind of lobby of this building, some other old guru comes in. I have this weird feeling of coming out of my body and I start floating in the air, involuntarily. I feel like a cloud with no defined shape or form. He passes by me and I come down a little bit. He holds my hands (so I did had hands!) and he smiles looking deeply into my eyes (so I guess I also had eyes!). He asks “Who’s this girl?” and someone from the staff replies with a couldn’t-care-less look “She’s nobody!”. First I feel a bit upset but then I also smile and reply “Yes, I’m nobody.” And he releases my hands and continues his way. I follow him back to that teaching’s room where people are waiting on their seats. But on my way I pass by a corridor which has lots of young boys and girls sitting on the floor and some neons or billboards hanging from the ceiling above. For some reason, some of the boys start to tease me, trying to provoke a fight. Because it is kind of playing, I play along and I defend myself, but then they get serious and I have like 4 or 5 attackers simultaneously both from my left and my right. But my kung fu is strong and I kick their asses, although not really understanding what they want from me. I then get on some kind of skateboard I see nearby and I slide out of there.
      I end up on the end of some long corridor and tired, I simply lay down on a sofa that is on the corner. Then some Russian lay who is cleaning the floor, starts cleaning around the sofa and then the sofa itself. I am like “Really? Couldn’t you wait that I get out?” But she is really sweet lady and she rubs my shoulders and gives me a head massage. How nice of her! But she never says a word. Then a door just in front of us opens up and I see a kind of clinic lab. A nurse or whatever is taking blood samples or vaccinating a person. I go inside and I see two guys collecting snake venom for cosmetics. But the snake goes crazy and is spitting venom like a water hose. They warn me to be careful, cause no venom can fall on my eyes or mouth or I’ll die. But I do get all covered in venom everywhere else.


      6:30 GMT

      Beams of light in my hands
      I am in some shared room with other people. I am trying to have some rest but it’s too crowded. Then the Russian lady appears again and she’s cleaning the room. I find out there’s a room next door which has just been emptied and I take all my stuff to there. As I am cleaning up the bed which is full of crumbles of previous guests, the Russian lady comes in again – is she stalking me in dreams? – and she also seems surprised that I’m there. She still hasn’t said a word but we kinda communicate telepathically. I tell her I’m staying in this room and she seems to be ok with it. She won’t tell anybody. She just needs to do her job and clean it up to. In the end she hands me over a very nicely scented soap for my shower.
      Then I am (again) among this people who came to listen to a guru. But this time when entering the place of the teachings, I slide through the floor to some really good seats and pass in front of everybody who is simply walking – bad luck for them! This time this “room” is on some open air space, like a terrace. The guru comes in, he is very old (I guess the same from previous dream) and he needs a translator because his English is not so good. People are eager for him to start, but then the mic doesn’t work and we can’t hear a thing of what either him or the translator are saying. People complain but no one seems able to fix it and the guru doesn’t stop, he keeps going as if he didn’t care if people are listening or not. I make an effort, but then I give up and go to the terrace handrail to see the views and I notice the terrace is actually a boat deck. Below is the ocean and smaller boats are sailing around. Someone shows concern over me being so close to the limit of the deck,
      so I decide to play with this person, by letting myself fall on the water – of course I didn’t really hit the water, I simply flew up and appeared on some other spot on the deck, but sure it was fun to see his/hers (?) face. I’m half-lucid by now but the dream starts to fade. My peripheral vision reduces as lately it’s been happening on fading LDs and everything becomes a bit dark. I ask some DCs around me to help me stay in the dream, by holding me down. It’s a weird strategy but kind of works. The dream stabilizes a bit more, but the darkness doesn’t go away. The DCs look scared and I provide some light to them by emitting white beams from the palms of my hands. They seem amazed and thankful, but I end up waking up anyway.

      8:00 GMT
    5. 7 Sep: a portal and a long lucid (both wasted)

      by , 09-08-2010 at 10:20 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

      In general, these last days I have been recalling fewer dreams and totally missing good opportunities when they arise, but we all go through these stupid phases, I guess.


      23:20 GMT Ė Sleep

      Canít really recall a dream, but I woke up with obsessive thoughts about dream control and the serial dreaming RPG tasks, so either I was dreaming something related to that or not at all and felt frustrated on waking up.

      3:58 GMT

      Random fragments
      Iím with a group of kids, brothers and sisters and apparently we are very famous. Thereís a huge group of fans stalking us and we just have time to hide in some house. Inside thereís a maid who becomes our friend and keeps our location secret. For some reason we stay there for the night and it is absolutely imperative that nobody find us there.
      Then I am on some balcony trying to disentangle something (?)
      Then Iím on top of a skyscraper in N.Y. I feel a bit of vertigo.
      Then I am with some blond guy and we are making a pact to help each other keep some secret only to ourselves.


      4:30 GMT

      From a train to a slaughterhouse
      Iím on a train station platform and from inside a train a friend calls me, says it is last call for this train and if Iím not getting there immediately Iíll have to go on the next. I donít know where weíre going, but I hop in. I sit and realise that in the seat in front are my friend R., L. and some other person. They are bragging about their dreams. One of them says she can easily use the train ride to snooze a little and will surely come up with at least 2 lucid dreams. Initially I feel envious, but I shudder this feeling, don't want to give in to envy and just ignore them. I look through the window and I see bulls on some field. Half-lucid I start thinking which animal suffers the worst: the bull that roams free his entire life and is then slowly tortured and bleed to death in a bullfighting arena or a cow that lives an entirely miserable existence of pain in some factory farm but then dies supposedly quicker? My doubt lies now in the effectiveness of stunners that are used to leave the animals unconscious before slaughter. So I find myself in a slaughterhouse holding one of such devices to test it. I thought about trying it on myself, but I felt a bit scared of what I would feel, so I just test it on an apple Ė not a very clever idea, it just gets some burning marks on it. [chicken!]

      A portal
      Iím on some house of an old couple and their son. Weíre in the middle of an empty room and thereís a portal open in the centre of the room. It just appeared out of nowhere. As it shines and waves in the air, in tones of blue, like water, we wonder what it is and if itís dangerous to cross it and what it is on the other side. The boy gets behind it and throws something across it in our direction. It was like a piece of garbage. Instead of crossing, it just stays there, suspended in the portal, but it performs a strange mystical dance and then becomes a perfect circle form. Then I don't remember much, but I had no will or courage to actually cross it and think I just left this room and house and continued dreaming outside. [idiot!]

      Buddhists and new agers
      I'm in this foreign country and my mom came to visit me and I decide to show her around. Iím dressed in orange, top and long skirt and with my purple hat. I tell her lots of monks and Buddhist teachers are also in the city at the moment, for some gathering. We see a group of people waiting for a bus on the other side of the road and I tell her ďSee over there, itís Mathieu Ricard with some other Tibetan Buddhist monkĒ. A bit further we pass by another group of monks, and I tell her ďAnd see, look whoís in the middle of these monks, itís Tich Nhat Hanh.Ē
      Then we see a large entrance to some place, like a garage, not entirely inviting, but lots of new agers gathered there. They invite us in, they are eating what seems to be lentils and vegetables, so we join them. After the meal they behave a bit childish, like when they start doing this clapping hand game I used to play in camps with other kids.


      5:30 GMT

      Alone in the city
      I am again in this foreign city and I know my mom is visiting, although not with me at the moment. I know it is quite far from home and I wonder how she enjoyed the flight. I feel that flying is becoming quite normal to me and I wonder if Iíll ever be afraid of flying. Then it occurs to me that maybe if I fly to Nepal, I might feel scared because lots of planes fall in that area as their flying companies are not so safe.
      While I think about all this I am entering a building, following two other girls who enter a public toilet. It is quite big with large mirrors on the wall over the sinks. The girls are mocking me or something, but I ignore them. I go to the mirror and I spend a lot of time there, looking at something in my face as I continue thinking. Because Iím abstracted, the dream transforms and I am now on top of a hill sitting with a guy and a girl on a few steps and the mirror transformed into a glass wall by my left side. Through it I can see a road down the hill and a city on the other side of the road.
      Me and this guy and girl are so packed together (donít know way, as thereís lots of space around) and the guy is flirting me thinking Iím interested.
      But I couldnít care less, I get up and decide to move. I go downhill and cross the street. From there I see than on the side of this little hill, there's a bigger mountain with a forest and old houses in the horizon, outside the city and for a moment I consider going there. But hesitated, and decided to just fly around the city. I am lucid but honestly canít really tell when it started (think it was gradual, from the moment I moved away from this couple of friends).
      For a moment I find myself inside a house with a bunch of other people and I change clothes Ė now I wear a sexy transparent black shirt. Then Iím outside again and Iím a bit distracted and a car almost hits me. I pause on the sidewalk for a while, just looking to the sky and the buildings around. Itís all so luminous. Then I see lots of jets lifting off and I have this impression thereís a lot of rich business people on this city. The jets lift off, one after another, thereís maybe an airport nearby. But then they start behaving strangely, like they are not flying in a straight line, but a bit randomly and then they transform into giant metal birds, with colourful painted wings.
      A Russian guy wakes me up from my mesmerisation and tells me he will drive this car, which is parked right by my side and Iím sitting on the sidewalk, so heís just warning me to get out the way. He is a bit rude, but he is actually concerned about my safety and I feel he is a nice guy. He is a driver, not the owner of the car.
      Then I cross the street on the pedestrian walkway. I didnít look to see if it was green for pedestrians and a wall of cars comes in my direction from both sides. But I am not afraid. As they approach I think "cars keep coming at me but this is my dream and they canít hurt me, Iíll be like Moises opening the red sea and crossing safely to the other side". It didnít quite happen that way. It just happened that the cars would pass in front of me or in my back without ever colliding with me, very elegantly. That was nice, but not awesome, so I stay there and decide the cars will lift in the air and freeze and make a wall of cars. This time I point my hand to them to make it happen, but all it happens is that they started levitating, but not with the desired effect. I think ďOh crap, I really suck at this control thing.Ē, but it wasnít that bad - at least it was a very sucessful levitation of cars.
      Then for some irrational ďreasonĒ when I am in the sidewalk I decide Iím not over with this gimmick yet and I walk a bit further down the road until I find a spot that for "some reasonĒ looks good. There I decide to send a purple light ray Ė actually more like a laser, hard to explain - to the ground, marking an invisible line where the cars will create this wave or wall of cars, when they reach it. But by this time, the traffic diminished a lot. Itís already dawn and I also realised thereís very few people on the street. A guy coming out from a building Ė looks like a bank Ė just saw me sending out ďlaser beamsĒ and with his eyes wide open he freezes on the sidewalk and moves back inside. I canít believe he is afraid of me!
      I lean on some raised flowerbed outside a building, waiting for some car to pass, but nothing! They totally disappeared. Now I feel pissed. I was sure this time it would work! Then I feel so incredibly lonely, as if I was the only one of my kind in the world - nobody with whom to share my reality and my tricks. Then my cat appears by my side and I hug him, but I donít feel much better.

      [Then I felt totally disappointed that I didnít remember to do any of the tasks I was supposed to do!]

      7:15 GMT Ė Wake up

      Updated 09-08-2010 at 10:34 PM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    6. 30 Aug: time travel and karma

      by , 08-31-2010 at 05:26 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


      23:20 GMT - Sleep

      Continuation of my day
      I had some dream that was prolongation of my day. I had been with some Buddhist friends, doing some practices and then we had a dinner party. So I dreamt about it with some dream twists on it.

      2:39 GMT

      A very bad after party
      I am at some peopleís house along with some others Ė I guess the dinner party from the dream before continued Ė and we have to sleep over. Unfortunately I am told I have to sleep in the kitchen floor over some blanket. If that wasnít bad enough, the floor is inundated and I think to myself they must be crazy. So I leave the kitchen and guess what, I find a room with small beds, maybe of kids. Not the most comfy either, but better than a wet floor, so I lay down there, a bit upset that the house owners didnít offer me that option. A friend of mine (G.T.) enters the room, also looking for a place to crash and I manage a way for him to also sleep there Ė I find some extra mattress or something. I think we had no blankets to cover and that we felt cold all night.

      Meeting a friend at some show
      I just have this image that I arrived at a place with long continuous concrete seats in rows and that I sat in a row behind this group of people, which then I realised was my friend R. and her family. I think we were watching some show.

      Waiting for an earthquake
      I was on my way home with my boyfriend and when we were right in front of our apartment building we got some warning that an earthquake was about to shake the ground. I think it was some sort of intuition, because other people were just doing their normal life. I asked him not to go inside, that we should look for an open space, so we went to the middle of some square, far away from the buildings around and we waited.

      Ladiesí showers
      I am at the shower at some public pool or gymnasium. Many ladies and girls are taking shower, dressing, etc, when an old guy comes in looking distracted and tries to cross it to the exit. The ladies react very calmly but fast and put the guy out. They comment they are sick and tired of guys excusing themselves, saying they mistook the men shower for the womenís. Thereís just too many ďaccidentsĒ happening to be fortuitous.

      Really old digital clock
      I am at my deceased grandmaís home, in the living room, waiting for something and watching TV. I get bored and look at the nearby desk. I spot this really old digital clock. Probably one of the firsts, but were there digital clocks already on my grandparents time? I donít think so! Still, this one really looks old. It has some old label saying 30 EUR (almost illegible), which is even more bizarre, considering that the euro is around only since 1999.

      5:29 GMT

      The red hair boy that travels in time
      I would like to remember more of this one. I can only remember from when the action was already in the middle. There was this young boy, maybe 10 years old, red hair, who was being accused of murder in a past life. There was this kind of karmic court where he was being summoned for trial but he was totally absolutely convinced that he was innocent. So he gathered a team and planned an expedition to the past. He somehow travelled back in time, looking for himself in a past life. He managed to find that he couldnít have possibly have committed the murder he was accused of. On this village where his past rebirth lived, he was told he had been away on the mountains and didnít come back and people worried. He then went to the mountain looking for ďhimselfĒ. He found ďhimselfĒ frozen in an ice block, under piles of snow Ė he looked exactly the same as he looked: around 10 years old and red hair. It had happened recently, so he was like dormant but not yet ďirreparableĒ. As in the future there was the technical means to unfreeze and relive the boy, the future-boy took the past-boy with him. He managed to save him and took him to the court, along with all the evidences that this boy was dead at 10 years old if he hadnít save him, therefore he couldnít possibly have committed the crime as an adult.
      Some judges agreed but others were not so sure. After all, there he was, alive, right? What would stop him to go back to the past and kill someone? So the proof of innocence was also the murder weapon. Tricky.


      Deported Russian lady
      Also in a court. This time there is a Russian lady, called Tania, being trialled. I am one of her friends watching the trial. She risks deportation. On some other day Ė the day of the judge decision Ė Iím not there and two other friends come to tell me the news. They are crying and I also shed some tears. We then decide to go meet this one other friend of us to also tell her.

      Expensive outlet
      I am with some lady friends in this clothes shop. It looks a bit like a gipsy market but all the clothes are damn expensive designer clothes. Still, they are supposed to be on sale. I pick this very tiny skirt in a very thin fabric and I tell my friends: ďIn the real gipsy market this would cost me less than 5 EURĒ. Then I check the price tag and it says 75 EUR. I say out loud that itís really absurd and some lady by my side says ďNo, itís not. Itís not the fabric that counts, what counts is that it is designerís clothes.Ē OK, ok, go on with your shopping, I canít even find anything that actually looks good.
      Then I find this corner where they serve coffee and cookies. I wonder if a cookie costs 100 EUR and decide to just eat this cookie I brought along with me. Then this guy appears out of nowhere and I throw a bunch of cookies on the floor. Luckily these cookies were wrapped up in plastic, so I just picked them up and put them back on the table. Meanwhile I am still chewing my own cookie and this guy starts accusing me of having eaten one of the cookies. I said no, I didnít. But he kept insisting I had eaten of the cookies and had to pay it. He made it look like a big crime. I had to pull all my tricks, until I found the package of my own cookie to prove its origin. Then he backed off. Then for curiosity I asked how much the cookies cost and he said 50 cents and he laughed at me. He was just mocking me all along.


      Stealing on a hardware store
      I am in a hardware shop and for some reason I am determined in stealing something. I know I donít need it, that itís not cleptomania and I also donít wanna be caught Ė so maybe a bet I made with someone?
      I look around really looking for something and so far the best I think of is a tube of super-glue. Really? Then I see this supports for pictures on the wall and I remember I actually need some,so I start comparing models. I even call my boyfriend asking for his opinion. In the end I just give up and donít steal anything at all.



      8:00 GMT Ė Wake up

      Updated 09-06-2010 at 01:07 PM by 34880

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      non-lucid , dream fragment