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    1. 25 Dec: Street theater, family acting strange and creepy kindergarten

      by , 12-25-2018 at 10:30 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Feels like the 30's. Some guy doing some street theater, a critique of society about how people buy clothes to show off instead of focusing on building a better society together.
      Me and a couple of other people are going to take part in the play, but we need to change outfit first in the changing rooms of a shop just behind. I go first. I have to use two dresses during the play, so I need to leave one ready to change later. I feel sweaty, would like to take a shower first but it is not possible. I am topless when I notice someone peaking over a curtain I thought had nothing behind. Actually the next changing room is only divided by this curtain and there is a guy with a small kid and they were surprised by my presence. The man apologizes and asks me if I want some compensation. I am ok, a bit outraged because he had seen me topless, but I tell him it isn't a big deal and he clearly just had been confused, wasn't a perv.

      With my uncles, aunt and cousin at my grandmas. Everyone is a bit weird. My cousin Ana brings baby toys and utensils and scatters them around. I ask if she pregnant again. She says no and offers no explanation. I grab a baby doll that is extremely dirty and ask her why. She says she is saving the toys and I see one that is a Japanese automated vintage toy and I agree it should be preserved. My cousin Duarte brought a friend, they are teasing me about something and then run away. I go after them. I find Zilla, and my uncle Fernando and his wife, doing a weird form of yoga and meditation, that makes me laugh.

      False awakening in my bedroom. I go to the window and I see my dog Hachi barking and some other dog like him in the front hill barking back. Then another large white dog, appears behind the other. Both are dragging a chain and one has a log at the end of the chain. I think that they must have run away from their owner. I feel like helping but it is so early dawn. I find something weird about this... But later I go with some friends to look for the dogs. We only find them in a village 10 kms away.

      Some aliens live among us and we live in an apartheid regime. Kids in school learn a language which is a mix of our own language with the alien language and is becoming the street language.
      I am visiting a creepy school kindergarten. At some point the kids freak out and start running to their places to look behaved. They say mother is coming, she is the director and a very creepy lady. She distributes quilts and linens, she throws two at me. I wonder WTF. Then she picks up some kids and makes them paint the walls in horrible weird colors while singing a creepy song echoing through the corridors.
      I meet a kid who has a hideout in an abandoned hallway in a different section of the building. He takes me there. He takes snacks to eat and leaves chunks of them rotting around, it is disgusting. When I leave him, I come back through the same place and I see the newly painted walls in tones of red and purple and with enigmatic numbers on. There is a creepy song playing in the background. The whole environment reminds me of The Shining. Strangely, some classrooms look absolutely normal, but all around I can spot kids in absolute stress and anxiety.

      Updated 12-27-2018 at 11:38 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    2. 28 Sep: Chased by attackers

      by , 09-28-2013 at 09:09 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I go to theatre with friends. Right at its beggining, it's interrupted by some young people with banners, urging us all to join them on the streets on a massive revolutionary protest. I look through the window, see thousands of people outside and feel inspired, but I really want to see the play and I insist to stay and join them later. Most people leaves and joins them but then the play start and I even gt to sit on the front row. The curtain rises and a weird spectacle unfolds. Two guys stabbing a girl, all very realistic and the audience is feeling upset and uncomfortable. We look at each other like saying "c'mon, it's fake, right?". While she is still bleeding out and crying for help, they pour wine over her and set her on fire. Then I realize it's probably real and we should stop it, so I jump to the stage and other people follow me. Someone calls 911, some guys manage to overthrow one of the murderers, but the other one is really monstrous and his fingers transform into long knifes and he starts chopping everybody around. It's a massacre and I run away. I found the exit doors locked. I don't know what to do.
      A young girl appears out of nowhere and tells me to follow her into the attic. There's a kind of dorm up there and we hide under a bed, but when I hear footsteps on the stairs I realize staying there won't save us. So I guide her through the window and we escape through the roofs.
      As we wander through the streets, I look up to the sky and realize I can see stuff I didn't see before, like augmented reality, I can see constelations poppoing out and an unknown celestial body passing through them and following a spiral orbit around some other body. I realize this is important but I don't understand its meaning. The little girl tells me to think about it later, but now we must go hide in her home. She lives, apparently alone, in a tiny, tiny anex of a small fishermen village. We have a calm night, but the next day there's a huge mess outside, like someone is going through all the houses doing searches and people are angry and afraid, running around and shouting. There's only a front door and we don't know how to get away without being noticed. Then we are saved by a mistery man who takes us to my mom's house. I dont think it's very safe either, but at least it's a 4th floor and now we have a guardian watching over us.
      I feel safe for a while, the door is locked, the windows are safe... or so I thought, but in the morning I see a guy flying to my bedroom window and crossing it like it's nothing. He stops in front of me, he wears a really strange suit made of golen and silvered mesh. He has a sword. I run to get my sabre and then we fight. But every time I stab him, the sabre does not pierce his suit. He laughs and explains his suit is made of adamantium. I'm fucked. Then I have this faint vision of my guru floating in the air outside my window and kind of scolding me with his eyes, for not remembering something I should have so clear in my mind. "I know! I must trust the guru!"
      I am invaded by a sense of absolute peace and thrusthfulness when taking mental refuge in the guru and all of a second I'm no longer in my mom's house, I'm somewhere else.
      Evangelion comes to me from somewhere and welcomes me. I look puzzled and he says he's been spending some time with my guru, who has been teaching him personally some secret spiritual language. I feel even more puzzled and a bit envious - why is he learning that secret language in this peaceful place and I've been running around from mad attackers? And as I ask the question, I know the answer. I chose it that way.
      Categories
      lucid
    3. 01 Oct: Meetings, nymph and instant karma

      by , 10-03-2010 at 11:28 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      23:30 GMT Ė Wake up

      Doing late hours
      On some office with my boyfriend. He works there. Itís on ground level, a long open space with several desks and a few cubicles. Itís 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 sheís 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 doesnít 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 werenít aware they were keeping this lady stuck there.

      Meetings at university
      Iím with mom on the inner court of some university on a palace-like building on some foreign country. Thereís an inclined tower that used to be connected to the main building but is now falling apart. Itís 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 itís going down soon.
      I then have to head to a meeting Iíve 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 Ė the whole place looks very institutional Ė 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 donít 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. Thereís a structure made from hedges and trellis in form of an ark and inside it, thereís a small zoo for the visitors. I donít 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, itís 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. Itís 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 otherís 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 isnít 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. Iím sitting on the right side of a table Iím 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 donít 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 itís 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 ďMoron, she is not vegetarian she IS a vegetable!!!ď


      6:30 GMT

      Muslim neighbourhood
      Iím crossing a muslim neighbourhood. I see a guy on a car who is totally reproving me because Iím 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 Gyroís Little Helper has his normal robot body but the head of a muslim with a beard and a turban. [Once again I donít 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 premiŤre
      Iím on a theatre foyer and some play is premiŤring 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 Iím 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 doesnít really know Iím 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 whatís 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 donít 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 Ė 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 doesnít 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 donít 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 canít find her and then I encounter the ladies who were watching over the kids on that room where it happened. They tell me theyíve deliberated that it was all my fault, that because of me the baby had fell. ďWhat?Ē I wasnít 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 itís about the baby and they say ďBaby, what baby?Ē. Upsss, wrong person. Apparently they were watching a documentary before I arrived, it was about heirloom tomatoes and about a guyís 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 donít know what. I tell them yes, something terrible happen and then my cat (in RL) wakes me up.


      08:45 GMT - Wake up

      Updated 10-04-2010 at 10:30 AM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. 27 August - 5 dreams (1 reverse-lucid, 2 false awakenings)

      by , 08-27-2010 at 04:57 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I was so exhausted yesterday that I knew I would not do much dream recall this night. I actually woke up in the middle of the night, with dreams floating in my mind, but I just couldn’t care less and turned to the other side to go back to sleep. In the morning I was feeling a bit more refreshed and wrote down a few, especially because they were one of a kind.


      22:30 GMT - Sleep

      1 wake up, recorded no dreams


      5:00 GMT – 2nd wake up

      Dentist waiting room and cinema
      I’m with my mother on the waiting room of a doctor’s office (I think the dentist) and for some reason to have an appointment we need to have a key (?). My memory fails me a bit on this part, but I think for some reason they didn’t want to give us a key – maybe the key was the equivalent of making an appointment, maybe they didn’t want to give us one, because they had the agenda full? Anyway, I think my mother got to steal two keys without them noticing and we just left all happy with the achievement. Then she invites me to go somewhere, like the cinema, which I think is a great idea, but I am worried that my light summer clothes will be uncomfortable when we leave the cinema to the cold night.

      Performative arts camp
      I enter a bus full of youngsters. We are on a trip to somewhere. I don’t know anybody. They are clearly from different countries and nationalities but not one looks welcoming to me. I look for an empty seat and I found one by the aisle by the side of two other girls (there’s 3 seats on each side of the corridor, like in an airplane). The chair in front is reclined and I have very little space to fit. I have a black backpack in my lap and it’s really cool because it has a flexible screen on it, showing continuously the Matrix code animation. That seems to attract some attention, but still, nobody gets friendly with me.
      We all get out at some kind of camp and soon I realise it’s like an artistic camp. We have an auditorium and some kids are rehearsing a play, others sing and I just wonder what am I doing there, since I have no artistic talent. But I see other youngsters also looking a bit lost, so I chill, thinking I should not worry and should just watch and go with the flow.
      Then a girl makes a dramatic entrance in the auditorium. It’s C.L., a friend from my childhood and my neighbour for many years. She was always a drama queen, so this suits her. She is wearing a very theatrical dress, like a wedding gown but with splashes of colour. She is singing and heads to the stage where she makes some theatrical show.


      James Bond emotional
      Then I have a strange dream that I am watching a James Bond movie (but the movie is like floating in the air, because there’s no TV). By my side is my dad sleeping – he always falls asleep watching movies. But in this James Bond instead of the action, sex and espionage, Bond is having a candid conversation with his father and it all gets very emotional. The even weirdest part is that meanwhile my father has awaken and is crying because of the movie. I feel doubly eerie with so much strangeness and this leads me to awake. I wake up in my bed and someone is by my side. But instead of my boyfriend it is still my father that is sleeping there. What? I take some time before I understand I’m still dreaming, then I really wake up (I hope).


      6:30 GMT – 3rd waking

      Toilet drama (again) and a fake enlightenment
      I woke up, wrote down my dreams and apparently I’m still awake and I go to the toilet before going back to sleep. The toilet is totally different from the toilet in my (real) home, but I don’t notice that at all. I feel totally comfortable with this version of it, as if I have used it my entire life. I just notice after using it that the flushing is not working. I check the cistern and it’s dripping water. I try to discharge at least some water but it really isn’t working, so I try to take the cistern cap to check the mechanism and eventually fix it (did it many times), but the thing is seriously jammed and I stupidly put my foot on the toilet seat to push and I end up with my foot inside the toilet, with the water, urine and mushy toilet paper all around my foot. Yuck!!!
      I am disgusted and I think to myself – “My god, the shit that happens in my dreams is starting to happen in RL!”
      [Usually in my dreams I get lucid because I simply know that I’m having a dream - no need for dream signs or reality checks, it just happens. This time I had no idea I was having a dream. I was totally, absolutely convinced this was real.]

      So then I thought “It’s a good opportunity to practice reality checking. This way in my dreams I will remember to do it every time I’m on a toilet again facing yucky situations like this, as it recurrently happens.”
      So I decided to put my hand on the wall trying to go through it and I was absolutely amazed when my hand started to sink on the dissolving wall. I couldn’t believe it! It never actually occurred to me “After all, this is just a dream!” No! Instead I believed that I was actually manipulating real matter like in dreams – I was convinced I had had a little enlightenment! It felt awesome! It felt amazing! It felt... Ohhhh, now my face is also sinking in the wall! And all of a sudden I open my eyes and it’s just my hand and face sinking into the pillow... Oh, crap! What a disappointment...
      I really don't know if I should classify this as a lucid dream. It was more of a wrong-reality entrenchment, so I'll call it a reverse-lucid, but it had all the characteristics of a lucid dream. I was fully aware and conscious, I simply mistook that reality for this reality. Freaky.

      Warm snow
      I just had one more quick dream. It was early dawn, it was summer and I am at home. My father is staying there to. We both wake up because something strange is happening outside. I go to the window and I see snow falling and coming through the window. There are a few people on the street also amazed at it. Everybody is in summer clothes, it feels warm and even the snow is just at ambient temperature. How can that be? I just have a quick thought that even climate change cannot cause warm snow in summer and that there must be more to it, something more bizarre. I start having a bit of lucidity and that's when I wake up again.


      7:30 GMT – Wake up

      Updated 08-27-2010 at 07:59 PM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening