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    1. 26 May: Pharmacy, time travel agents, my teacher and dumpsterdiving

      by , 05-26-2019 at 02:45 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      On a trip with mom and others to "Serra da Estrela" and it starts snowing. Mom is out of her mind happy, we take amazing photos and we will share them at Xmas with someone.

      Been needing medicine but and avoiding the pharmacy. But I really need something to feel better and someone is recommending me one particular pharmacist, so I go there and try to get something. I engage in conversation with the pharmacist, she realizes I know quite a lot about drugs and natural remedies. She mentions having colloidal silver and goes get a vial for me to take every day.

      Flying over a pasture with sheep and on fire.

      Part of a team that travels in time and solves situations from the past, turning around the outcomes of wars, etc. We believe we actually need to do it so our timeline is not broken. We get riddles and leads from an unknown source and we solve the cases through detective work and figuring out the riddles on site in the past. But there is another team that thinks we actually alter the timeline and they are against it and try to stop us. There is no way to know which group is doing the good thing.
      We are at a church somewhere in Netherlands or Flanders. We need to reach the highest tower. We solve riddles and puzzles to open and close secret doors and activate hidden gadgets. Up in the tower there is a final riddle which activates a shower of arrows which are shot to the middle of a battle going on down below and which saves the city from its invaders. Once we complete this task, we return to our time and we are caught by the other group. Their leader is a tall handsome guy and we kinda have a crush on him. He arrests me, but I am cool as a pumpkin and he realizes we already completed our mission.

      Some event with my Teacher. We're staying at a hotel or something. I meet him at the lobby and we sit at a table talking. I undress a coat and notice I am wearing a red knitted sweater just like his. I find it funny but not awkward, until other students join us and they are all dressed in white and look at us two wondering why we both wear the same sweater.

      I cross a parking lot and see a dumpster full of good stuff someone threw away. I go get a van and start selecting clothes, shoes, and other stuff. A lady from a nearby block of apartments seems suspicious at what I am doing, so I tell her I collect stuff others throw away, to donate institutions and people in need, so she gets excited and actually comes to help me.
    2. 25 Feb: Dating Jaime, dangerous catterpillars, hostel stay

      by , 02-25-2019 at 09:11 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Lunch or dinner with Jaime. He is a rich guy now. I meet him at top of a tower, we're supposed to go out to meet other couples at an Asian restaurant, but he stays behind to watch some fireworks from the tower. I go meet the other couples at the restaurant, because we are the hosts. We all need to choose our menu at the counter and then sit on designated places. Jaime is still not coming.

      Driving down a street with my cousins in the car. I see a line of processionary caterpillars at a garden and a little dog getting too close to them. I stop a bit further ahead and make a u-turn and go look for the dog to rescue him. Then I see a couple with children and that dog, sitting on the grass having a picnic. There is also other people around and the caterpillars are moving on the grass between them and no one is noticing. I ask for their attention. The guy from the couple turns to me in anger and reveals a demonic face. Scares me for a second but them he calms down and listens to me. I ask if they know about this caterpillars and how dangerous they are, they don't, I explain and everyone freaks out. Some boy says they are piling up and he covers them in paper or plastic and sets them on fire. I turn away as the animals shriek in agony, but I tell myself it had to be done.
      Then I leave. I am staying with school colleagues at some type of hostel. First nothing seems to work, the whole place is in the dark, but I find the main board with the switches and turn it on. Don't understand why nobody did it before me, the guys are a bit embarrassed.
      I check where is my bed, we are staying in mixed shared rooms and I find out I will be sharing my bunk with Jaime. I leave a note on his bed just saying hi, because he hasn't arrived yet and then go out. At lunch time I meet with some friends and they ask me what I have done to my hair. I don't know and look in a mirror. I have bangs and short hair and I think I look pretty cute. Later my dad and some others are visiting me and he brings Bernardo. Outside I hear some dogs growling and I go check. I think one of them is Faial who belongs to Jaime. I worry about him coming in with his big dog because of Bernardo, but actually Faial is growling to bring attention to another street dog who seems injured and afraid. Some people step in to help the dog.
    3. 17 Dec: The ghost in the tower

      by , 12-17-2013 at 09:37 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Like in a RPG game, I was at the beginning of a game, with a "team" and we were being introduced to the set and the rules. We were going to be dropped at a high tower of a gigantic building in a ghost town. This building was so massive, it occupied almost half of the town space. It rose up like a skyscraper but at different levels it ramified into individual towers with further ramifications. And we were being shown in 3D the whole complex and the exact tower where we would be dropped. It looked so degraded and abandoned. I wondered about stability of the structure. But no other dangers ocurred to me.
      We were going on a recon mission, but no details were given to us.
      So we're inside and the place is creepy and incredible in its architecture, but nothing goes on. Curtains fly over broken glass windows.
      Then we reach this plateau, or attic and we have a creepy feeling. Someone reports movement. We start being attacked by unindentified entities and we run down the stairs. But not everybody made it. There's 1 or 2 missing. I turn back to look for them, but they appear zombie-like and start attacking me to. I tell everybody else to just run down the stairs and I run faster than anyone else, cause I'm supposed to be in the front leading them out. But one by one they start being touched by some invisible hand that leaves them like zombies who turn back to stay in the building. Only I and 2 others manage to safely get out of that tower without being caught by this force.

      I become lucid, not so worried anymore, decide to fly away carelessly. I have a zen moment flyin over the ocean. I see half a dozen very small dots in the water. It's people. I go down to watch them closely and end up being dragged into the water with them. It's not a fun moment. We just had sand below our feet and out of nowhere the waves grew bigger and are dragging us away from the beach. We're fighting the current. I see one getting to the shore but I'm starting to feel hopeless, I'm surely going to die! I wake up, shaking that feeling of desperation away. I review the dream I just had and decide to forget this last part and focus on that building and its story. I fall asleep and get back there. But now it's a different time. There's people still living on it. I'm a girl lying in bed in that attic. There's nothing else, just this bed. And I have a white cat, but he is no ordinary cat, he is a ghost cat. He fell or was thrown down the tower, but he keeps visiting me all the time. He is now looking at me from the ceiling above my head, his head lurking through the concrete, as if there was a hole in it. Sometimes I look out the window and his is roaming around the lower level plateau veranda. He keeps me company. My father keeps me locked up in here. It's very early morning and he might appear at any moment. So he does, bringing a tray with something different from the usual breakfast. Something white, that he tells me it's to celebrate my birthday. It's green jello with whip cream on top. Better than nothing. I wonder what am I (this girl) doing here. Is she held in captivity? Is that why she is so alone? Did she die here? Is she the ghost capturing people to keep her company?
      Alarm clock goes of...

      Updated 12-17-2013 at 04:37 PM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    4. 27 Sep: Finding Manjushri sword

      by , 09-29-2011 at 09:52 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      4:00

      Prank on a train
      On a train with some friends: Zilla, Evangelion, Raita... We're about to go on a long trip and I am feeling very tired, so I lay down on a 4-seat row and cover myself with a coat, decided to sleep. Raita is sitting right in front of me, occupying another 4 seats and he says he'll keep an eye on me and on my stuff. I say that I'll be off for at least 2 hours and he cuddles my hair a little bit to make me feel comfortable as I fall asleep.
      When I wake up I freak out when I see a huge lock of hair, seemingly mine, in front of me on the floor. Someone pranked me during my sleep? My friends are not around me anymore. I touch my head trying to find where it was cut from, but I can't find any bald spot. Weird. So I just grab it, entangle it with a ribbon and put it in my bag, until I find someone who can explain me what that was about.


      5:30

      Tourism
      With a group of friends again, Zilla is still among them, but now there are other faces: Analaurus and Badwolf, for example. We are visiting some sort of museum or monument and we exit to an enclosed atrium where we see the back of a renovated cathedral and a closed door to some sort of wooden tunnel bridge. We don't see any other way to get out of there. They wonder what this bridge is about and why it's closed if it's the exit and I say I remember seeing something like this on a temple in Tokyo, which granted direct access to the cemetery in the back, diverting people from the more touristic area when they just wanted to go to the cemetery and preventing the tourists to accidentally stepping into the cemetery. I don't think that's the exit we should be taking. So I go around the cathedral's walls and I find, hidden on a corner, a sliding glass door, guarded by two securities, so I call my friends. It was indeed the exit. Once outside, we go different ways and I stay with Analaurus and some other girl. As we walk down some suburban-like residential street, for no reason whatsoever I realize I'm dreaming! I turn to them and inform them we're dreaming and that I'm lucid. Analaurus smiles and says "Good for you! Don't waste this chance!"

      Confronting the villain who has Manjushri sword
      I smile back at Analaurus and say I just have to recall what is my latest assignment. I almost wake up then (and I almost woke up 3 or 4 times along the rest of the dream), but managed to come back from the limbo before really waking up. Once stable on the dream, I remember I was supposed to go back to the land of Aud, to the unknown village in the countryside where that guy kept the sword of Manjushri hidden in his property, which should be a castle with a guarded tower. Because my anchorage to the dream isn't the most solid, I decide to use the whirling teleportation technique instead of opening a portal. I whirl and when I stop I am at the entrance of the said village. It looks similar to Denn, in which the houses are mostly bright white, but here the buildings are less humble and some are actually pretty awesome. Many of them have towers. It reminds me of Bologna in RL, because of the number of regular houses with big towers on it. I think "It's going to be hard to find the one I'm looking for.", but it should be the bigger or the most impressive one, as this guy is sort of the richer and more powerful around here. I see a very tall pyramidal like wooden structure in the center of a square, composed of three legs supporting a small platform on the top - like some kind of watching tower - and I climb up one of the legs. From the top platform I look around for something unequivocal. That's when I see a hill behind me with a small castle on top. I immediately know it is there. I fly most of the way, but right at the end I simply climb the last bit of the hill, feeling the soil on my feet and hand.
      I had planned to fly directly into the tower, to avoid the guards on the door, but I find the front door open and can't resist to sneak in. I don't see anybody. It may be a trap, but the inside of the fortress leaves me speechless and I just forget about any precautions. I go inside and explore it, going up the floors. There's an eerie atmosphere, dark yet luminous. Although there are walls and floors, they are made of a white metallic labyrinthine grid which emanates an invisible shield that fills the in-betweens, so we can see through it. The entire place looks like one big hollow building, despite the floors and divisions. Even the external walls are of this material, so we can see to the outside, although from the outside we see only a regular stone wall. I've reached what seems to be the top floor, which is totally empty and I'm looking through the wall to the outside, absolutely mesmerized, when I notice a dark figure passing by. I look around and see a guy dressed in black, long black hair, evaluating me from head to toes. He is immediately followed by the guy that I recognize as being my true rival. He is dressed in a black suit and looks a lot like the actor Daniel Craig. He is very calm, almost zen-calm and causes quite an impression on me.
      He noticed I was impressed with the place, so he tells me the former owner was a guy with a phobia for closed places, who had a constant burning sensation in his body, so he needed to feel like he was always on open air with the breeze passing through. That's when I notice that I can indeed feel the wind blowing as if there were absolutely no walls. Marvelous technology.
      Then he tells his assistant to spread the blue powder. I don't know what he is talking about, but when the guy throws a blue powder to the center of this room we're at, I notice the air shimmering and slowly the shape of a sword appears floating in the air, at the level of my eyes, roughly two meters away from me. The sword was hidden behind a camouflage shield and I would have never guessed if he hadn't shown me. He knows what I am coming for and he is interested in playing the game with me. We keep our 2 or 3 meters distance, still evaluating each other, not wanting to rush things up. Then his assistant hands him a sort of neck collar that also emanates a type of force shield and he tells me that if I accept putting in on my neck, he won't hurt me - he really doesn't seem to want to. I know that neck will totally immobilize me, so there's no way I accept the offer. He seems pretty convinced that I can't beat him, but I am pretty convinced that I can. He then asks me exactly who I am and why I want this sword so bad that I am willing to die for it. I tell him my story and then I reply that I do not intend to die. He says that if I'm so sure I won't die, at least someone will be killed in the end - he kinda insinuates without words if I want to carry that load around. But I don't feel any anger for him, I even kind of admire the guy. So I tell him I also don't intend to kill anybody. I will simply recover the sword to hand it back to its rightful owner.

      Then I wake up.

      7:30

      Updated 09-29-2011 at 10:10 AM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    5. 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

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      non-lucid
    6. 8 Sep: two towers town, meeting friend and social contrasts

      by , 09-09-2010 at 01:07 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING


      0:10 GMT – Sleep

      The two towers towns
      Was having a funny dream about being in this fantasy village in the woods – looked like out of Tolkien’s. On this village there was a big wooden tower and I go to it’s top. From there I can see great distances and detect that there’s another twin town of this one, with a similar wooden tower with the same height. They are like defying each other.
      I am sitting on the stairs, looking through an opening on the wall, seeing the villagers down there, the canopy, when a lady appears and I ask her about this other village and the meaning of the towers. She says it’s taboo to talk about it, they just ignore each other to avoid trouble. I find this ridiculous and I want to know more. So I fly down the tower and decide to go to the other town. I take a car and drive there (yeah, dream idiocy).
      The other town is surrounded by a fortress and I have to go up a tight zig-zag road to get to its gate. When I arrive there nobody opens the gate, nobody seems to hear me calling. So I go back in the car and fall asleep on the back seat.
      Finally at dawn I wake up hearing this guy talking to some girl, outside the car. They are looking at me and wondering what I want. I recognise the guy as being Paulo (a guy I know in RL) but he doesn’t recognise me. He seems unfriendly and upset with my presence and I want to tell him “Hey, it’s me”, but in this context I feel it would sound absurd (I am more or less aware I’m in a dream), so I just stay quiet. He decides to allow me in, but he supervises each step and actually I can’t leave his side for a second. I still have no answers and actually haven’t yet asked any questions, because he is definitely not open to conversations.


      6:30 GMT

      Meeting a friend
      I’m somewhere in a countryside town, surrounded by farmed fields. I have this impression that villagers are not very open or friendly and I just dwell. I then find this group on which I recognize H.E. (a friend I don’t see for some time).
      I remember I used to have some funny dreams with him, when we were together in college, on which we flirted
      [I believe they were shared dreams, because on the next day he would be very smiley to me and even call his real girlfriend my name by mistake, pissing her off big time. LOL. But I never asked him, afraid of looking ridiculous.]
      Because he is now working on politics (he is in RL) there’s a bunch of people around him, wanting things from him, wanting to be his friends and so on. I ask him if he can spare some time for his old friend. He is not with much availability but he agrees and we go for a walk. We talk, we fly over what seem to be daisy fields. Then we cross some tiny village streets, with clothes hanging dry, very pitoresque. He needs to go to the toilet and enters some house. I wait outside. I cross and arch at the end of the street and find a road leading out of the village. Then I see a bunch of stray dogs strolling down the road. All is fine, but then 2 or 3 cars are coming and not very slowly and I fear for the dogs, so I run to shoo them. One of them is almost hit, but escapes. Then from behind me a procession of strange animals, looking like dogs and pigs, but with geometric coloured patterns (blue, green, yellow) on their skins pass by. I wonder what is this and I follow them. Passing another arch leading to an entrance to what seems to be a farm, there’s a bunch of kids sitting on the floor, with glue, fabrics, inks and other materials. They are making these animals, like stuffed animals and when they are finished, they become alive and walk around! I find it lovely.
      I go back to get my friend to see this and then we join them. I am helping this kid making a big animal that looks like a cute monster. When his head is ready, I put it in front of my face, as if it’s a mask and make funny remarks to my friend, and it almost feels like old times. But then I get into physical affection (as a friend, not with second intentions) and he gets dead serious, not so amused anymore. He is clearly trying not to get too involved emotionally. I guess now he’s taking his relationship with his girlfriend a lot more seriously and he’s afraid we might fall into flirting like old times. I think there was no need to be so worried about it, but that his choice.
      I actually start feeling bored and again fall asleep in the dream, but since I am sitting, as soon as I feel the fall, I wake up (in the dream).


      Social contrasts
      I’m walking to some place and I pass in front of a 5-star hotel, when some handsome middle-eastern filthy rich guy gets out of his limo to go to the hotel. For a moment I feel a bit intimidated of my colliding course with him, but then I think that the sidewalk is still a public place and why should I feel intimidated just because the guy is rich? So I keep moving normally. We pass by each other and the guy actually looks very interested in me, he can’t take his eyes of me. I enjoy his attention, but know that it would never lead anywhere. For him, I might be nice to look at, but not good enough for actually get inside his life. We live planets apart. Still, I feel that this guy is about to say something to me when I hear someone shouting my name. I look around, curious and find that behind this guy’s limo is now a really ugly and old car, full of guys and they are calling me. I don’t recognize them but apparently they are my friends. They ask me if I want a ride, since we’re going to the same place (which I have no clue where it is). I think about this other guy still on hold, looking at me, but I decide to accept their invitation and hop in. I think this will show the guy I'm not really interested in his money.
      There’s not really any empty space in the car, so we basically stack on top of each other. I feel amused – there’s this guy alone in a huge limo and here we are in a tiny car like sardines in a can, but in the end I decide this life is so much more fun and rich in experiences!


      8:15 GMT – Wake up

      Updated 09-09-2010 at 01:14 PM by 34880

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