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    1. 4 Dec: Dystopian future, zombies and a middle-eastern market

      by , 12-04-2018 at 11:42 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Something with Zilla. I am preparing toasts in a kitchen and I put lots of margarine on it. Can't remember details, but she and a friend are in the next room making arrangements for something and I can see and hear through the walls and I am feeling excited with this ability. There is a guy too and at some point they all take a bus and I know from my super-power that the the guy is carrying a good amount of money with him and they advised him to be discreet.

      Me and mom drive into a very degraded neighborhood, looking for the house of a lady to pick her up for something. Some houses are falling apart, people here are really poor. On arrival to the address, my mom crosses path with her older brother who doesn't get along with her and vice-versa, but he tries to get a ride from us. She pretty much ignores him and goes to sit on some low wall that surrounds he area. He then goes away with someone else. Then a third person says that maybe we should have been more sympathetic, that the man is down because one of his grandfathers died. But this grandfather isn't grandfather of my mom. He was a well known gypsy with a reputation. My mom doesn't feel any obligation of anything and anyway we also had family members dying and he never showed up.
      We pick up the person we came for, she lives with kids in the basement of one of these houses.
      We go to the city center, go through some place like a street market, looks like a dystopian future, but everyone dresses like the 80s, including us. There is a celebration of an election going on, but it looks chaotic and dangerous like in a Mad Max movie. And we are worried about two street kittens that mom used to feed in this area and were forced to move on to another area and now we can't find them.

      Visiting my university and particularly the student's association. All is so different, dark, degraded, once again Mad Max like. Instead of political work the kids are having hardcore parties and the association looks like a really shabby non-recommendable club.

      I go outside and walk the streets and I spot a little squirrel looking for food. I have some cat food with me and I slowly approach and try to feed him. When he finally caves in and comes eating on my hand, I sit on the floor against a wall. Then some guys come warn me that I am sitting against the Israel's embassy and that I'd better move on or they'll find suspicious and shoot me. I get up and as I walk towards their entrance, I am dragged by a crowd who is also in celebration mode and apparently welcoming someone important. I don't want to have anything to do with that, so I cross the road only to see myself in the path of a car with black windows, escorted by bikes and lots of security. Once again I really don't want to be in the middle of all this.

      At home, I check my non-lethal traps for rats. All empty. And then I hear noises in the walls and realize they are infested with rats nests. I open a few holes and there they are, some very large rats. And they look at me with their really cute eyes like challenging me, knowing that I don't want to kill them. But I think I need more traps and maybe will even try to catch them by hand, as they are so many.

      A post apocalyptic scene with zombies. I am watching from a distance a man on top of a car in the middle of water. He thinks he is safe there, but the water is knee deep and 3 zombies head towards him. Luckily we're dealing with slow zombies. So I have time to go there and try to help. As I fight through the zombies, a military jeep comes by with half a dozen soldiers, men and women, and they take care of it. They take the man who is injured and say are they can't take me as the jeep is full. But 3 ladies in the back seat squeeze themselves and still find a little space for me. On the way they are arguing with one of them who shoots black zombies more than whites and he does so also to those zombies who are not an immediate threath. Since there is an official program to find a cure, the protocol states they only kill the ones they really have to, but they noticed this guy is trigger happy regarding black zombies. He denies but everybody can see he is a racist and is using the opportunity to shoot some black people in the hopes that when the cure is achieved, the world will have less of them. We are shocked.

      Somewhere in a middle eastern town. In some compound with my dogs in a garage. My dog Lady finds a way to break the gate and they all run outside and disappear in the labyrinth of a street market. I freak out at the idea they get lost and don't come back, so I follow them and shout their names, so they don't lose me as a reference. I spot Maya and Soraia and lure them to me. Since they are the smaller ones, I grab them and then go look for the others. It is easier to get the other to follow if I carry these two. But on the way back, Maya and Tara become human girls and they want to buy scarfs from a salesman. I say no, Tara insists. She gets a blue scarf and somehow she has the money to pay, but she doesn't leave a tip. The couple of owners and their family start saying profanities and insulting the girls, but they speak in portuguese and I realize they are actually a portuguese family. I go to them and very politely I say that I understood all they said. They feel awkward. I explain she doesn't know about tips and the local customs, even I didn't know, but that they are the best people and don't deserve to be insulted that way. I leave a tip them and then we go away.
    2. 13 July: facing my fears

      by , 07-13-2014 at 10:34 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening


      A typical dream of sum of all fears. I am chased by zombies, blood sucking monsters, man-eating tigers, while trying to get out of a complex maze building. One by one, I face all my fears and conquer them, at first by using my warrior skills, then increasingly by applying my super powers, then lastly by realizing the illusory nature of everything around me and dissolving it.
      I manage to exit the maze and bring some other woman with me, by realizing that I can create an exit as soon as I know I can.
      Once safely outside, I am already planning how to free all others still caught in this maze of illusions. That's when the devilish ruler of the maze appears in front of me, kind of congratulating me for getting out, but I think aslo trying to figure out his next move to entrap me. He still has a trick or two up his sleeve.
      My cell phone rings, I pick up, no one replies to my hello, but I hear voices talking on the other side of the line. So I listen to them, I know who they are, people I have been doing business with. They say the bank did not approve my loan request, my reputation is dragged in the mud, my business partners are disappointed and distrust me, my whole "real life" is collapsing. I panic!
      Then, for a split second I realize "shit, I'm still trapped. he found my real weaknesses. it's not zombies and flesh eating beasts, it's my fucking "real life" and its mundane shits, my worries about my rep, my future." The true nightmare starts now!
      I freak out and wake up gasping.
    3. 15 Mar: dystopian world

      by , 03-15-2014 at 09:41 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      (...) I share the house with my whole family. Parents, grandparents, I even have to share my room with my best friend. Life is ok, just a bit crowded and back to the basics.
      One day, my friend and I meet a handsome stranger, who coincidentally looks just like Matt Damon. He seems a bit lost and he needs a place to crash, so we offer him to stay in our room for the night. He is so cute, I realize both my friend and I are doing shifts in trying to seduce him, but he is just not that interested.
      The next day he takes us to his hood. It's in a part of town where people are even poorer than us. He shows us a community centre, where people help each other out and meals are cooked and served to the masses. A lady is stirring corn porridge in a giant cooker and people line up to get some. But still, they seem happy, some are dancing after eating, there's nice music, a festive environment. That's when a strange looking group appears. They almost seem like buddhist monks and lamas, with long red and orange vests, trumpet sounds and banners in the wind. Everybody bows down and folds their hands when their "spiritual leader" comes up in front. I am still stunned by the whole thing and I feel genuine devotion, but the guy doesn't seem too friendly. He gives orders for a random selection of the people and I'm caught in the group. We are guided through this festive troupe of musicians and dancers to a sort ot transportation tunnel system and as I walk into it, I feel honoured for having been chosen. But the transport drops us directly into what looks like the posh downtown area, with buildings, terraces, roads, squares, but no people walking around. I find strange, until a white car comes in racing and hitting as many of us as it possibly can. I realize this is a cross between hungry games and mad max. Someone must be watching and having fun as we are killed. But I don't go down that easily. I run, I jump, I do whatever is necessary to escape and at some point I manage to create a trap for the car and he hits and gets stuck at some concrete structure I lured it into.
      The driver gets out of the car, pissed, but he just leaves. In his place appear two large guys who plan to beat me up, the old fashioned way. I avoid all their hits and I hit back. But they are both bigger and stronger than me. My hist don't seem to hurt them much. The bigger one is laughing at me, and asks me what martial art am I practicing. I reply that I'm not following any, I'm just using my intuition. He says my intuition will not help me for so long.
      That's when we hear a loud noise and we look up. What seem to be two police helicopters, with no helices and joined together by some sort of bridge, draws a circle in the air, passes over our heads and flies in the direction of a huge building in the horizon, which I see now for the first time. It is a big block of concrete and glass windows, with a semi-circular and horizontal highpass on the top pf the building. I know that is the headquarters of the central power. And the helis are going straight into it. But I think "if history taught us a lesson is that a plane crashing into a building will not make it collapse". But the helis were clearly modified and probably contained a lot of explosive stuff, because soon after they crashed into the building, there were a series of explosions that made the building collapse. As the debris are flying in all directions, the few people around start running away in fear.
      We run and run, until we leave this dowtown area behind, and cross the hoods, and more people joining the run, and crossing barriers that used to divide the zones. Until some of us reach the most outer area, a place with a really bad vibe, empty concrete buildings with no glass on the windows. I hide in a building for a while, to avoid breathing all the dust that is outside and to have some rest from all the events. but I feel a presence. There's someone patrolling the building and it seems to be very dangerous. I go from room to room trying to keep ahead of it, but I encounter signs of something horrific. Heads and other body parts scattered around. A bloody smell. And then I am at the door of a room where lots of people sleep on the floor, but they don't look quite human. They are indeed a cannibal zombie like pack. I got to be careful not to wake them up. That's when an army of clone androids bursts in and starts shooting all over the place. I use the opportunity to run.
      I keep running, I meet again some other people who are also running. We're looking for the outer rim. We're hoping it might be collapsed or defenseless, so we can go out and see what's outside this world. We encounter this giant wall. It seems to have a top, but as we climb, it just continues to go and go and never end. But some clever guy notices something about a technical compartment halfway in the wall. He manages to open it and manipulate it to crash the intelligent system that continuously creates the wall. And it starts opening gaps and we see people down on the ground level being able to pass it through. So we go over it as well.
      The other side is countryside and there are still a few remote villages where people live simply and we join them.
      I go back for my family and after we settle in this brave new world, in a new house in the country, I watch my mom knitting and making crochet, more peaceful than ever.
    4. 3 Nov: Zombie 'apocalypse'

      by , 11-03-2013 at 10:21 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      (...) I'm at a hostel in an old factory brick building. There's an outbreak of some nasty disease which is killing a lot of people and we stay mostly indoors in self-quarantine, hoping for the best. But some people who get infected don't die and simply get very sick, lose their minds and become zombie-like, attacking everybody else. We keep moving to upper levels in the building, until we're barricated on the last one with access to a terrace. The food is becoming scarce. We're on the terrace trying to evaluate how are things outside. We don't see or hear anything for a long time. Maybe even the zombies are gone for good, we don't know.
      That's when a van parks on the street in front and a lday comes out. She sees her and engages in conversation with us. Says she and others are looking for groups of survivors like us to join them in a place surrounded by high walls, where they want to start a community. She says there are still zombies out there, they are just weaker and more scattered, so it's ok if we get down and go with her, as long as we limit the time we stay outside. So we join the community. Groups of people keep flocking to it. They had planned a certain population, but the word seems to have passed on, and more people are still coming. This community is quite organized, there's equipment for our basic needs, we're somewhat safe inside the perimeter, with the occasional breach being quickly controlled, some people work on crafts, others cultivate food, others provide medical care. But at some point it starts collapsing due to excessive population, famine and sickness. I walk around the premise and I go check the "food area": there's only cactus and other plants we wouldn't normally eat and I can see most of it are plants that grow spontaneously but not abundantly and are also not very nutritious and will run out fast. I pass by the "medical area" and it's concerning the ammount of people who are sick and undernourished and nobody can help them, because there's no more drugs or possibility to treat them. And just by the side of this area is the morgue/cemetery and that's where things get really depressing. Due to the hopeless situation, people have decided not to bury the dead anymore, but to skin and cut the bodies and use their meat to feed the living. So this cemetery now resembles a slaughterhouse, there's even a kind of (dis)assembly line where the bodies go sequentially through the different stages: undressed, washed, skinned and chopped. I have the thought that this is very much the idea of a tibetan-buddhist charnel ground, but instead of the meat being fed to the vultures, it feeds other people. I am filled with an immense sadness. I wonder why. Is it the people dying? They've been dying for some time already. No, it's to see them dying and immediately becoming meat. It strips them from having had any meaningful existence, they become nobody, they are just heaps of flesh. People have done it to other beings for so long, now karma is doing its work.

      Updated 11-03-2013 at 10:28 PM by 34880

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    5. 6 May: Facing my demons and zombie underground

      by , 05-07-2012 at 03:23 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      (...) I meet Evangelion at some place and we do some dream stuff together. Soon we feel hots for each other and he grabs me from behind, sliding his hands down my bosom and into my pants. At some point I am naked from my waist down and I have my underwear hanging on an ankle. Someone accuses us of indecent exposure. That's when I notice we are on a bus full of people. LOL But I don't feel embarrassed, because I'm semi-aware that I'm dreaming.
      I'm now outside the bus and Evangelion evaporates. The ground is covered in snow and there's guys sliding vertiginously on tobogans and snowboards. I decide to follow them just sliding with my body through the snow. The speed makes me dizzy and I get confused for a while.

      I don't know exactly how, but I end up on some room and I feel Riverstone's presence. I have a vague sensation of seeing him entering and exiting through a door on this room. Slowly I force myself to recover awareness and I get fully lucid. There is a mirror on the wall. I remember having read during the day an article about a meditation technique - considered a bit dangerous (I then wondered why) - consisting on staring at your own image reflected on a mirror and I decide to practice it on the dream.
      As expected, my face soon starts to disfigure, becomes monstrous and I realize the danger is in becoming so frightened that I can go mad.
      I feel the fear growing inside me and, to fight it, I decide to embrace the monsters in me. I stare at the mirror with my eyes wide open until they become so large and red and evil. I scream at the top of my lungs to the mirror and a long viper tongue comes out of my mouth. My hair spreads out in the air and I look horribly demonic. It is hard not to die of fear of myself!
      I decide it is enough of this exercise and I recall that Riverston'e was around. Where is he now? The room is empty and I see 3 doors. I decide to go look for him, using a door as a portal. I chose the one closer to me and open it. It is a dark room and it takes me a while to see anything inside it. When I finally see something, it's full of zombies! They are lethargically lying on the floor, or leaning against the walls, but when they see me, they all get up to try to catch me. I try not to panic and simply go back through the same door, calmly. Unfortunately I don't return to the point of departure. I'm now in a post-apocalyptic dream scenario, in an underground complex full of zombies.
      Shit. I have a slight awareness that it is my fault and I make a mental note to self, not to go about exploring the dream world after unleashing my own demons. I don't feel enough strength to get out of there or make them disappear. I just run and climb stairs and try to find an exit. They are everywhere. Then I figure I can climb walls like Spider-Man (first time I try), which the zombies can't do and that's how I manage to reach the upper level of this building, unharmed. I find a grid leading to the outside at the ground level. There's green grass, blue sky and policemen controlling the entrance to the zombie underground. It all seems like a metaphor for the dark vs. light places of my mind. (...)

      Updated 05-10-2012 at 05:07 PM by 34880

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    6. 18 Sep: Fragments and a cult zombie army

      by , 09-24-2010 at 05:30 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      23:00 GMT Ė sleep

      Fragments:
      - Dream about the people I had a meeting with during the day
      - Sequence of aliens/monsters attacking people and ways to fight them (apparently music distracted them)
      - Preparing bed to sleep on that place populated by those aliens/monsters
      - A collage of movie scenes with Tom Cruise, making fun of him, showing how gay he is


      4:45 GMT

      More fragments:
      - On a big house with a yard. Iím locking the doors. But someone is on the garden and we start talking about something
      - At my friend Isabelís preparing the visit of our guru to our country. More people are there but I donít want them to know who is coming


      6:00 GMT

      Even more fragments:
      - Iím on my desk and a little bird enters through the window and lands on the desk. Some kids appear and they are crazy about the bird but I donít allow them to grab the bird. I pick it up very gently but the bird is dying. I try to revive it and it becomes a transparent horsefish filled with oil
      - Iím hiking a mountain with 2 couples. I remember distinctively that one of the ladies is in shorts and tank top. I wonder how she is not freezing. We cross a dangerous crack in the ice and keep going.
      - Iím on some open air space and decide to lift off, but itís one of those days in which flying is not so easy. Instead I decide to climb the air, as if it had invisible steps or platforms and I am actually having fun with it


      A cult zombie army
      Iím in the middle of some barbecue and Iím invited to sit and join it but I say only if they have vegetables. This starts a discussion Ė a girl there says she would like to eat vegetarian more often but she has no means. I just go ballistic and say to her ďWhat do you mean by no means? Is it really that hard to find some rice and beans on the supermarket? Vegetables? Are those things really that hard to find or to buy? Please!Ē I know I was a bit over the top and she got really offended, but didnít reply. The conversation ended there.
      Then some strange cult people, kind of hindus but not really sure, come to me trying to convince me to join in. I say no thanks, although appreciate their thought and I go inside this kind of dinner (the barbecue tables still outside). They insist, saying that Simon says I have to. I push them away and they attack me. One guy is Greco-roman fighting me and a girl is biting my ass repeatedly and it really hurts. I tell them to wake up from whatever trance they are in. They give up on me but then send me their boss. He tries to convince me but I threaten to denounce him as a fraud. I kick him out from where we are and I shout outside that his followers should no longer accept whatever pills he is giving to them, because it is just mind control. Then we both realise that in the push and pull, he dropped a book, like a journal and as he thinks it is crucial to get it back without me noticing, I read it in his mind and I close the door immediately, as I must find out what is in the book. I try to lock the door while I hide the book away but he and his ďzombie armyĒ manages to break in really soon. Then I wake up...

      7:30 GMT Ė wake up


      PRECOG explanations:
      - 2 days later I had a discussion with a girl I had worked with, on some snack place with tables outside where we sat to eat something and I insisted on having something vegetarian. She started argumenting with me that that's nice but... Her "buts" drove me crazy and at some point the conversation ended, as we were not going anywhere with it, but getting mad at each other.
      - also on same day I found out that there was a hostel and coffee bar really close by called "Simon says".
      I have lots of precognitive dreams, but they are always very mixed up, although clear enough that I can identify the bits and pieces here and there.