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    1. 17 Sep: Vampires attack and ego burst

      by , 09-24-2010 at 04:49 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

      0:15 GMT Ė sleep

      Nothing...

      4:45 GMT

      Tango and vampire attack
      Iím on a dance classroom. People are learning tango. Teacher evaluates us and I suck. I leave the floor and decide to go to a window check the outside. I am wearing a black cape and then I see a bunch of vampires about to enter and attack everybody.
      I remember clearly one vampire sucking the blood from one girl who is actually delighted. The vampire sensed her joy and stops to ask her why is she happy. She doesnít say but I guess she is happy with the prospective of also becoming a vampire. They take her away, donít know if to make her wish come true, but all the others are killed. I realise then Iím one of them, because they donít do me nothing. Still, I donít kill, Iím a benign vampire and in fact feel bad about this killing.


      5:40 GMT

      Ego burst and reconciliation
      Iím walking with mom and my friend Christof by my side. We cross a train station platform and I see this bunch of card boxes full of stuff someone abandoned there. I guess for others to take whatever they wish. I start taking a look at it but mom discourages me, thinks itís not suitable for me to do it, thatís for poor people. How stupid, I love getting used stuff from others. I find a nice vase and a minipimer. She is now really pulling me away from it but I insist in seeing the rest. Then I find boxes full of my childhood stuff. I feel totally upset Ė these are things that only my mother could have taken here. But when I want to confront her, she is gone somewhere and my friend says we should go meet her now. But I feel totally angry and canít really face her right now, so I just leave to the opposite direction. But first pick up some of my stuff, put it on a bag and hand it over to my friend.
      I then pass by this people from my village (thatís when I realise all this is taking place there) and they are talking about me on my back. I hear them commenting how I work abroad and so on, like if itís a big deal for small town folks. But then I hear a sarcastic comment saying ďYeah, but I heard she doesnít make much money.Ē What??? Iím totally pissed Ė what do these people have to do with my life anyway? I scream to them that I make loads of money, travel a lot for free around the world and have an amazing life. Then (WTF) I scream that I am also planning to join the army or the navy (whatever).
      I keep walking way but this anger and hurt ego do not last for long and soon I worry that my mother will freak out not knowing where I went and my foreign friend also. Canít make them feel sick of worries, so I just go back. I find my friend on the door of this shop where my mom was, trying to get me on the phone, totally despaired that his cell phone is almost battery dead and that my mom doesnít speak english. He hugs me, relieved. My mom is inside. We donít talk, as she is still mumbling about all that stuff being just garbage that Iím attached to, but Iím already totally cool about it. Already let go of the possessions she gave away. People matter more than objects.
      Then Christof tells me the shop keeper (a cute lady) has been totally nice to him, asking his name, where he comes from and so on. But I tell him thatís not the normal way they deal with costumers and that she was totally flirting with him.


      6:55 GMT Ė wake up