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    1. #230: Shady cabs / Crutches / Park / iPod

      by , 12-22-2016 at 04:27 AM
      Shady cabs
      I'm with my friend Cam. We're walking home together. It's still quite a distance and it's raining a bit as well. We'd prefer to have a taxi. There's two coming by and I hail them. One stops in front of us on the sidewalk, a yellow one made out of a weird fabric. The other one stops to our left. I approach the one in front of us first. I'm not sure anymore in which language we're talking. I ask him for the price to our home and he tells me that he doesn't know. I ask him for an estimate. Still he doesn't know. That's kinda shady.. I don't want to ride with this guy. I approach the other guy and he just holds up two signs, which seem like oversized tickets. It's IDR 10.000 per person. Yeah no way. That's too much. We'll just check out Uber. We continue walking and end up in what looks like a public garden.

      Crutches
      I'm inside somewhere. I think I may have been busy applying for a visa. I'm seated together with my friend Caro. She tells me that she is going to Bali through China. That's not logical at all? She admits to that as well. I spot a sign in the distance, which reads in English that there are no international flights due to weather conditions. At some point in the dream I'm standing at the counter, with my crutches. I think I have a broken foot. I want to leave, but two girls are messing around with my crutches. It's not that they don't want to give it back, it's that they don't realise that I want to leave. I have to stumble towards them. I lose my balance and fall down onto the couch, next to one of the girls who has one of my crutches.

      Park
      I'm with a girl on the back of her motorbike. She wants to explore a city. Jakarta? There's another girl, one of my friends. It's either Caro or Cam. They feel like the other girl wants to explore quite far. It's a distance that she is not comfortable with. She decides to back down, while we continue. We're going to what seems to be a park. The girl is handling both the driving and the navigation. We're very close to the park, we just need to find the right way through. At this point I take over the navigation, because she is unable to find it. I use her white iPhone 5(s). The map is quite weird, graphically speaking. It's a bit confusing to me, also due to not fully understanding in which direction we're facing. I decide to pull out my own phone.

      iPod
      I'm seated somewhere with a girl. Irt? We're busy opening up my old iPod. Or at least, I'm opening it up, while she looks along. Damn, I forgot that this iPod has a back cover that's going to be difficult to remove. I might break it. It ends up being surprisingly easy. By pulling it, it clicks loose. I'm doing this because of something to do with a simcard. To my surprise, the iPod has a slot for it. It's either for that or a SD card. That doesn't really make much sense.. The slot is empty and there's actually not that much use in opening it up. I close it up again.
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      non-lucid
    2. #229: Renovating / Fertility clinic

      by , 12-21-2016 at 06:14 AM
      Renovating
      I'm in my mom's city in the Netherlands. There are renovations going on throughout the whole city. I'm happy and feel like it's great that there's so much being done to improve the city. I'm in a street, where in this dream I eat all the time. I'm kinda tired of eating here all the time, I want to eat somewhere else. I use a scooter and am accompanied by two guys in a car. We enter a T intersection, coming from the right. Very last second, when I've almost crossed the intersection, we decide to turn left. It's kinda shady, dangerous and I nearly hit another scooter. I keep driving though. The other guy is not very pleased and comes after me for a bit. I drive off again while performing a wheelie. I do my best not to overdo it. I manage to keep in control. I'm nearing a bridge and decide to drive on both wheels again. It turns out to be a good decision, as the bridge is under renovation. A part of it is just gone and had I not seen a sign and stopped, I would've driven straight into the water, as there are no barriers.

      Fertility clinic
      I'm in some type of fertility clinic. I'm the only guy in a waiting room, together with a group of girls. The person who will lead the tour comes in. Somehow I know he's French Canadian. His English is good, though there may have been a slight French accent. He gives us a tour, showing us around some outdoor area with lots of pipes and tubes and such. It's all a bit dirty and it's abandoned. I wonder how this relates to the surgery. Surely they won't perform the surgery in such an environment. I have to duck to pass underneath a tube which is obstructing my path. I ask the 'tour leader' a question. It's one sentence and I asked it in Indonesian. I get a reply back. It's to do with in which direction to continue.

      My friend Alif is present as well. We continue walking. I think at this point there's at least one other guy, who may be hitting on her for a bit in an obnoxious manner. We pass a building where Alif and I may have been before and she asks me if that building is that particular building. We start walking back, using a different route. We walk down some stairs and then past a point with spiders. Spiders that I've only ever seen in Indonesia. I go 'fuck it' and just go through the path.

      We're in a living room situation now, with the whole group. I'm sitting on a couch. Alif is sometimes on the twin bed, sometimes next to it. She is topless by now. I find that surprising, considering that she is prudish. Her breasts are much smaller than you'd expect from having her seen with clothes on. I bet she uses a padded bra. At one point, while she is on the bed, her face has turned into that of another friend, Jacinta. I notice that it's different, but I don't end up performing a RC. The tour leader is performing a final briefing. In the mean time, there's another French Canadian sitting on the couch to my left. It's a man who I suppose is in his 40s. He's got a strong French accent and is telling me stories I don't find very interesting. It's to do with the Dutch involvement in certain central African countries during the colonial era. I spot some signs on the wall. The tour leader is clearly practicing his Indonesian, as he has written some translations to/from French on some cardboard on the wall. There's a different.. thing.. on the wall. A poster or something similar, with a text on it. It starts out in Dutch but switches over to English. It's a warning, presumably to black people, not to get on a boat. It's not mentioned, but I assume it is because they will end up as slaves. The tour leader gives the final price for the surgery. Ä 690, instead of Ä 800 something. Most of the girls start chattering and making sounds, because they feel like it's quite expensive. I was already very uncertain about whether I wanted to proceed with this, but now I'm certain I shouldn't. I mean, I'm single and I'm travelling a lot. That's no life to raise a kid. My friend Alif shouldn't do it either. She's practically a kid herself. I have shorts on and now I start looking for my pants. There's a pair of jeans nearby on the floor. Are those mine? Did I even wear long pants? There's a black leather wallet on top. I give it a peek and it's my wallet. Then it must be my jeans as well. I start putting them on, when one or a few spiders start appearing from the pants. I freak out and it wakes me up.

      I have a FA and start typing out dream notes on my phone. The phone that I'm using during this FA is the one I recently bought in real life.
    3. #228: Flush / Roomswap

      by , 12-20-2016 at 04:41 AM
      Flush
      I'm in my room. I've been to the toilet, but it hasn't flushed properly. I can still see some floating around. I try to flush again, but the water starts appearing from unexpected places. It starts to appear from the shower next to the toilet as well. Eventually I manage to make it stop appearing from the shower by turning the shower's lever.

      Roomswap
      I'm in my room, in my bed, together with Irt. It's still morning. I hear a knock on the door. I'm not sure anymore if she announced herself, but it is the girl that everyone hates. I tell Irt to be quiet. The curtains are closed, so we can just pretend not to be here. I don't wanna hang out with this girl. A bit later there is a guy standing in front of my door. It's someone who is ok. Irt goes over to open the curtain and have a talk. No! The girl went to the room just next to mine, so she'll definitely notice that we are here. Close the curtain! I decide to camp out behind a clothing rack [which in reality I don't have]. I don't feel like I'm doing a very good job at hiding, but ah well, better than nothing.

      Suddenly a girl I don't know storms into my room, walks past me, takes a hanger with clothes from a nail in the wall and storms out again. What the hell? I assume these are her clothes so she has every right to take them, but manners?! This is my room and we don't even know each other. I go up to this girl, who is together with another girl, to teach her some. The message doesn't set in at all though. I explain how rude it is to just burst into my room like that if we don't know each other and then to completely ignore me. I try to reenact it to demonstrate how rude it is, but it still doesn't set in. Eventually I take the girls clothes back and tell her she can have them back if she demonstrates some proper manners (which is never).

      When I try to go back to my room, the layout has changed. I walk into the right room, only to find it much different from what I expected. My stuff is nowhere to be found. I walk out and look at the sign above the door. Yep, this is my room number. What the hell? Apparently someone decided to switch rooms with me without asking. No! I don't want to switch rooms again, especially considering that I'm almost leaving. My friend Fif is being chilled about it and says something along the lines of "I think it's best if you go back to Europe". The hell? I feel unwanted now.

      Somewhere along the dream I become violent towards the rude girl. Stomping on her head violent. There is absolutely no effect though.
      Tags: friend, room
      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. #227: Muslim language / Kiss

      by , 12-16-2016 at 03:15 AM
      I waited just a little bit too long with writing this one down. There was something that preceded this moment.

      Muslim language
      I'm walking inside a building with a Dutch guy I just met. The building has been designed as spaciously as a public building. I feel like we're walking on the 2nd floor, due to seeing a balustrade. The floor (and perhaps some other elements) is alternating shades of blue. The Dutch guy and I are talking in Dutch about what I'm doing. I'm telling him what I studied and how it is that I ended up in Indonesia.

      I'm now sitting at a table with 3 other people. My back is to the wall. On my right is my friend Alif. On the other side of the table are 2 people I can't identify. Further to my right is a door, leading to a room where some guys are discussing some matters. We're eating cake which is mostly orange coloured. Different sections of the cake have a different word on them. We're supposed to eat the corresponding section to properly answer a question. At some point the girl sitting diagonally to me eats a section that says "Muslim(s)" as an answer to a question that starts with "which language." It makes me nearly spit out my piece, as it's both horribly stupid and slightly inappropriate. There are more people to my left who want to have some of the cake. They're part of our group.


      Kiss
      I'm with a bunch of friends, sitting at a large table. The time has come to say bye to some people. We give each other pecks on the cheek and other normal greetings. There's one girl I made out with slightly earlier. When it's time to say bye, she gives me some pecks on the cheek, but I decide to just give her another full kiss. Ok, that was slightly embarrassing and perhaps inappropriate. I think she is into my friend and may have kissed him earlier.
      Tags: dutch, friend
      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. #224: Cinema / Watching / Sharing

      by , 12-10-2016 at 03:23 AM
      Cinema
      I'm in the cinema in Amsterdam, together with my friend Alif and maybe some others. Alif has just recently moved to the Netherlands. My friend San is working as an employee at this particular cinema and perhaps Erik as well. We're standing by the ticketing machine, deciding on which movie to go to. We're still doubting between the latest Bond and Fantastic Beasts. San already wants to buy tickets for Bond, but I tell him to wait up for a moment. I ask Alif what she wants. I figure she may not like Bond. She's not wearing her hijab like normally. My reasoning is that in the Netherlands she doesn't feel like doing so. Her face looks different without it and her hair has been put up in a crazy hairstyle. I'm looking through the schedule, which only goes until 7pm. For some reason, everything after 7pm is regarded as the next day, so we need to load the schedule again. I ask San, or perhaps a different employee, for his paper version of the schedule, which is quicker. I think, though I'm not sure, that we eventually decide upon Bond. Not that we actually go there?

      I'm walking around outside with Alif. We're on the steps of a building now. I get a call through Messenger. It's my cousin, whom I haven't spoken to in many years. It's a very short conversation, as he asks me for drugs. I hang up. I tell Alif what happened.


      Watching
      I'm watching from a first person view. What I assume to be a plane is flying through the clouds, leaving little sight. It flies just above a house. That was close! Shouldn't it be pulling up? It continues at the same altitude, avoiding another 1 or 2 houses. It turns out that what I'm watching is a guy who is lucid dreaming for the first time. He's enjoying it. Somehow he's made a connection to the waking world and he's telling a woman (his mom?) about it.

      Sharing
      I'm having a conversation with a woman. We're going to try to share a lucid dream and we're deciding on a location. First she thinks of Rome. Cool city, but I've never been there. Except for in Assassin's Creed that is. I would only know how to imagine the Colosseum. How about Paris though? I'm much more familiar with that city.
      Tags: cinema, friend
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. #222: Volcano / Pick up

      by , 12-08-2016 at 03:00 AM
      Volcano
      I'm at what is supposed to be the volcano Kawah Ijen with my friend Caro. We're doing the descent down into the crater right now. Along the way I spot what looks like a smartphone (HTC?) with a cracked screen. I wonder if it is still working. It is attached to a tall rock. Caro has a look. Yup, still functioning. From one moment to the next, the screen is suddenly a lot bigger. It's pretty much my size. I intent to take it with me once we go back off the volcano. I see/hear some other people approaching. Hopefully no one else tries to take it. Then I notice that there's a brand sign above it (Sony?). Ah, it's an ad. Ok, I'll leave it here then. We continue walking. I see more ads and related things. I'm appalled by how commercialised the volcano has become. It used to be so beautiful and natural.

      We come to a room. Caro tells me that she is excited to see the blue fire. I tell her that you can only see the blue fire at night, so we won't see it. I look at my phone. It's just past midnight. Ah, guess we'll get to see it after all. There's a hole which is covered by a moving wooden floor, which is partially see through. I tell Caro that it didn't use to be here and that you could see the hole directly. I tell her to look at the red eye - which reminds me of a dragon's eye - below the floor. The blue fire will come from there. Every once in a while the moving floor moves away from the hole. There's a wooden bench close to it, on which Caro sits down. I tell her I wouldn't do it. At some point a dog approaches her - from the hole? - and starts licking her face. Gross.

      We're moving around this room a bit. Eventually I think we end up watching a movie? There's some other people and I become sort of close with a girl. There's some mention of points that we can earn somehow and having to hide points.


      Pick up
      I'm at what's supposed to be my place. Irti has sent me a message, asking me to pick her up from somewhere north of the city. I tell her I would if I could, but I don't have a motorcycle right now, so it's kinda impossible. I consider asking the guard to borrow his. Nahh. I also consider using the bicycle to get up there. No that's rather pointless - and would take forever.

      Eventually further along the dream it is my mom who was up there and needed help. She made it down though. She tells me it was just a few hundred metres. That doesn't sound right to me. A few hundred metres and then what?
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      non-lucid
    7. #221: Dinner / New job / Job

      by , 12-07-2016 at 05:09 AM
      Dinner
      I'm having dinner with four friends: Jim, Janet, Fi and Rei. We're sitting at a proper restaurant table. Rei decides to leave. We're somewhere up in the northern part of the city. There's a banner on one of the walls, saying we'll get a student discount if we're using student health insurance from a certain healthcare insurance company, which I happen to have. Somehow the waitress messes it up a bit and gives us a bill without the discount. We have her correct it. I think it's Fi who says something about the waitress being stupid, but not to her face.

      New job
      I've just landed a new job and this is my second day. I'm late by about 1,5 hour. The female boss is not too pleased with me. I think I was late because I had to pick up my passport and they made me wait, though I'm not certain of this. I have no clue what to do on this job. No one has given me anything to do, so I'm just trying to fill time. At one point I'm watching a movie. There's a spiderlike man creature that my colleagues were trying to defeat earlier. I decide to look up info on natural enemies, so it can help us to defeat the creature. My phone is not cooperating very much. At first I Google in English, with no results. I then try to search in Dutch.

      Job
      I'm with my friend Tim. He mentions that he's spotted a job vacancy for me. I ask him about it, also asking if he thinks I'm qualified enough for it. I don't remember his answer to that. One of the things he does mention is that he can't apply because he will be in India. Heh, India?
      Tags: friend, job
      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. #221: Gojek gone wrong / Uber / Mall chase

      by , 12-02-2016 at 12:33 PM
      Gojek gone wrong
      Iím in a shop, together with the gojek driver that took me here. Heís asking me to pay for my ride. What? No, Iím using go-pay, so itís handled automatically. He informs me that thereís an issue and shows me his phone. The ride was only supposed to be Rp. 4.000, but somehow the price changed to around Rp. 70.000 and I'm now significantly in the minus. I'm discussing the matter with the driver, though I'm not certain whether it's in English or in Indonesian. I use my phone as well to check up on my account. My battery is nearly empty though and I don't have a charger with me. Perhaps I could borrow one from this store without actually having to buy it? I'm in the Hema. I realise that I have a cable from this store myself.

      Uber
      I'm with Caro and I believe Cam. We enter a car. Caro is the one driving. We're driving on the left side of the road. Considering that she is not used to this, I think Caro is doing a pretty good job. She is working for Uber right now, performing the same function as Rei. She says she is filling in for.. Emily(?) today. She also has a laptop with her in the car. She is wearing something of a vest that has Uber written on it. She decides to take it off, because Uber might not be allowed here. She makes a u-turn to take us back to our starting point. After going straight for a while, she overshoots and needs to make another u-turn. I tell her she did a great job driving. Just make less u-turns. She doesn't look very pleased at me.

      Mall chase
      The feeling of this dream is very unpleasant. I'm in a mall in Kuala Lumpur. I'm buying something from a food vendor, but he rips me off. I don't get what I paid for. I try to get my money back, but that's not happening. I end up using physical force. I think I give the guy a shove. I quickly realise my mistake and make a run for it. A girl comes after me. She's not chasing me very fast, but she is following me everywhere I go. It's intimidating and I need to get away from her. At the end I consider that my only option is to get out of this mall. Take the LRT to Chinatown.
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      non-lucid
    9. #218: Goblok anjing / Prison / Tornado / Shower / Police

      by , 11-27-2016 at 02:49 AM
      Goblok anjing
      I have arrived at my friend Andy's house at 2am. He's got a big house. I'm outside on the patio. It's dark outside. Andy isn't expecting me. I forgot for which purpose I came here. I'm also not sure anymore if I was willing to wake Andy up, or if I was going to have a look to see if he was still awake. There are 2 dogs on the patio. I assume them to be guard dogs, cause they start barking at me. They are both of a different breed, though I don't know which. One of them gets really close to me and is slightly frightening me. I know I should remain calm for the dog to be calm as well. The barking of the dog is starting to sound like words. It sounds as if (s)he is saying 'goblok anjing' [Indonesian swearwords]. I find it incredulous and fumble with my phone, which is old and slow, to get a video of it as proof. Meanwhile I hold my left hand out to keep the dog at bay a bit. It's got no respect for personal space. Eventually the dog takes my left hand into its mouth and starts biting lightly. I pull out.

      People start appearing from the house. Andy, other Andy, Rei.. Rei? What's he doing here? He tells me he is sleeping here. There's also a woman that I don't know. I explain the situation, which turns into social conversation. I tell Andy about his dog saying goblok anjing and he tells me he's aware of that. Someone looks at my (ring?) finger and discovers that there's a small wound on it from the dog. Damn. I have to go to the hospital. Well I don't need to go right away.. right?


      Prison
      I'm in prison. I think I'm in for smuggling drugs, though I got framed. I assume someone put something in my big backpack. I'm in together with Hafiz and Bryan. There's a desk with a dude behind it. It's from the embassy of their country. Damn. I would really like one of those for my country right about now. I know I'm innocent and so far prison hasn't been that bad actually, but still...

      Tornado
      I'm out with my friend San somewhere. We're in a city and it's raining quite hard. We're trying to get from one place to another, mostly trying to take a route that puts a roof over our head. This is not always possible. At some point I have a yolo moment and just dash out to the next spot. Eventually we're taking shelter somewhere and see a tornado passing by fast. Ok. Staying in. There's not being a little bitch and there's not being an idiot. It's amazing to me that I just saw this happen. The tornado eventually becomes quite small (a few metres) and starts to terrorise the area that we are occupying right now.

      Shower
      I'm in a room, which is supposed to be my room. I wanna take a shower, but my friend Linh is being annoying. My door can be opened quite easily, even when it's locked. He keeps on opening the door. Eventually Achmed walks by and.. idk. The scene changes a bit and it's now 3.. rugby (?) playing dudes who are in the same situation. Their coach walks by and the dude wanting to shower mentions the thing to the coach. I wonder how this is gonna go down. As expected, the coach expects his player to toughen up a bit.

      The scene has totally changed. There's some kind of dance routine going on I believe. The coach is lying down on the ground and has taken of his shirt, revealing a big beer belly and a very hairy body. He's shaved his upper body hair into the shape of a wifebeater. It looks slightly disturbing.


      Police
      I'm with Rei in the car. He just parked. Somehow I'm on the right side of the car and he is on the left side, even though he was driving. Either the steering wheel is on the wrong side or we're in the backseat now. I think the latter. A parking guy comes up to us asking for money. Rei gives it to him. Then there's a police officer with a tiny ugly mustache. He has a police id badge around his neck. He's asking for money too, but it's pure extortion. First he gets a bit of money, then he takes Rei's wallet out and takes IDR 100.000 from it. Damn. I've got my black backpack on my lap. Someone starts to open up my zipper to grab for my wallet. I wanna do something, but I can't really. The situation feels kinda rape-ish. I'm close to just handing my wallet over to end it, but the person can't find it and withdraws. Nice. We get out of the car and walk away, ready to cross the road. Rei gets called again by the cop, who wants more money. Rei tells me he stopped giving money cause he doesn't have that much. We start crossing the 2 lane road. Whoops, more traffic than I thought at first. We do make it safely to the other side.

      We come to the hostel, which is called Seven People Inn, but now has a temporary name sign, changing it to Five People Inn. Ah that means Tommie left? But what the hell? He was a guest. Are they gonna change the name every time they get new guests or they leave?

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      non-lucid
    10. #217: Vacation / Visa / fragments

      by , 11-26-2016 at 01:16 AM
      Vacation
      I'm in a vacation house / bungalow kinda thing. There's a toilet a few metres away from the front door. The toilet is out in the open and I'm using it. People keep walking by. To poop like this is one thing, but it's gonna be really weird to clean my butt with other people around. The water level is high, causing the area to be flooded. I'm still sitting on the toilet, but I'll have a floating turd issue later. Eventually I have a conversation while still on the toilet. Someone tells me about a job that he has found for a friend of mine. The job comes with housing and variable pay, depending on performance. The guy asks me if I know what that means and I say I do. He hands me a sheet of paper, maybe 2, with info on it. I take it, trying to keep it dry. I finish up on the toilet and don't even wash my butt. I'm in the water anyways. Floating turd. I try to push the water in a direction away from everyone. There's a little girl with her mom present.

      I enter the house and smell sausage. I walk into the kitchen and look around. For some reason I'm checking to see if all the stoves are off. Two of them are not. I turn them both off. More people enter the kitchen and I casually mention it to one guy, who becomes pissed off at 2 guys. He gives them a warning card. One more and they're out. Didn't I get one of those earlier on? I kinda dismissed it. Who is this guy to think that he can kick people out?

      There's a brown paper bag with bread in it and a mouse/rat. I take the bag, wanting to put it somewhere far away so that the mouse/rat won't bother us. I start walking away from the house. I'm careful of how I hold the bag, grabbing it lightly with my left hand. I don't want to get bitten, cause I might contract diseases. Eventually the mouse/rat almost escapes, so I just chuck the bag away.


      Visa
      I have left Indonesia and went back home to the Netherlands, together with my mom. Now I'm lying/sitting on an L shaped couch, when suddenly I realise I have a major issue. I didn't get stamped out of the country. That means I'll be slapped with an enormous overstay if I ever enter the country again. What are my options? Perhaps I can arrange it here? No, I think I need to go back to Indonesia and do so before my visa expires. I need to do it before the 18th of December. Daaamn this is going to be expensive. Right before Christmas too. Somewhere during all this, my friend San walks in and sits down on the couch. He asks me what's up and I tell him I'm kinda busy with figuring out this stamp thing. He asks me questions, but this is really not the moment for it. I'm flipping through my passport to find my latest visa and stamp. Some pages are semi see through, which they are not supposed to be. They have a blue colour. Their appearance is slightly similar to a MYR 1 bill, though darker blue.

      Fragment
      Ľ I walk by a cupboard or something alike and see some pills for my friend Fer. It's her medication.

      Ľ I'm outside in the evening. I'm in a well known party street, I think on Bali. The place is deserted though. What the.. is it because it is a weekday? Nahh that shouldn't matter. Further down the road I do see something.

      Ľ My friend Fi asks me how I'm doing with the girls. I tell her nothing is going on.
    11. #216: Mudcrawl / batshit insane

      by , 11-25-2016 at 01:06 AM
      Mudcrawl
      I'm somewhere outside, during daytime. I'm together with another person throughout some moments, while alone for some others. I'm standing in a muddy area. I'm walking carefully, sinking into the ground a bit all the time cause the ground is quite liquid. I'm trying not to get too dirty shoes. There's one moment where I'm standing still for a while and quite suddenly I sink up until maybe my knees, within 1 second. Great, standing still is also not an option anymore. I decide to tiger crawl, so as to divide my weight over a larger surface. I crawl past some sort of natural fountain. I turn blind for a while. Over exposure to sunlight? I continue crawling and then stop and wait for my vision to return. It takes a moment. In between I have a conversation with a friend, Fiona. It's been a long time since we last saw each other. Ow perhaps we'll see each other this Saturday? Ah wait, I'm meeting another friend this Saturday though.

      Batshit insane
      I'm with my friend Coco. She's having an argument over how much her clothes weigh with a guy. The guy is trying to overcharge her for the weight of her clothes. I butt in and say that if I can pack my big backpack and live out of it for 2 weeks and it's still only 7-8 kg, then there's no way these clothes are more. The guy doesn't reply. Eventually I go to the housekeeper and ask her in Indonesian if she has a weighing scale we can borrow. I don't know the word for weighing scale, so first I take a guess, and then I try to describe it. She tells me she got one in the room and to just bring by what needs to be weighed. I go back to Coco to let her know. She's already arranged some whacky bet, where she will play baseball while blindfolded. There's not even enough room here for her to swing her bat without destroying something. There's also motorcycles all around. They've all been chained together with a few long chains, as protection against thieves. I take a look.. despite my bike being a crappy, not worth so much bike, it's still chained up as well.
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      non-lucid
    12. #215: Late

      by , 11-24-2016 at 02:22 AM
      I'm somewhere on Bali. I'm with one white male friend, though I forgot who. It may have been San. There are also some other people. At first I'm talking with two other guys I think. I've packed my suitcase a tiny bit, but still need to do a lot. We were doing something unrelated to packing for a while. Then I look at an analogue clock and see the time. If I remember correctly, it was close to noon. It is already way too late. I'm gonna miss my flight! I start packing everything real quickly and in a panicky way.

      Somewhere along the dream I start looking for my boarding pass, which is already printed. I panic some more because I can't find it. Eventually I do find it, but then lose it again. At first I'm happy that I'm already checked in, because that will save me quite some time and maybe allow me to catch my plane. Then I realise that I have baggage that needs to be checked in as well, so it doesn't matter that I'm already checked in. Damn.

      An intermezzo into a different dream situation. I'm standing in front of Fer's room together with San. I knock on the door and within a second San opens it. Dude.. you're supposed to wait... Fer is on her bed and scrambles to cover herself with the blanket. Somehow a bit later, Fer is gone and I'm in the room with San. He starts messing through her stuff. I tell him to stop. This is not his business and we have things to do. He keeps going. I don't understand why he is acting so weird.

      At some point I finally order a gojek [motorcycle taxi]. I should've done so way earlier. Stupid. I'm surprised to find out that when the gojek arrives, the driver is a woman. My baggage now consists of a small and a big backpack. For some reason my friend and I have switched big backpacks. I'm not sure how I'm handling my small backpack. I get on the back of the bike. There's a boy sitting on the bike as well. It's 3 of us on one bike, me at the back. I'm the only one wearing a helmet, which I consider fair as I have the most chance of falling off. We stop at a supermarket for a bit.
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    13. #214: Travel fragment

      by , 10-22-2016 at 03:41 AM
      I'm travelling around somewhere with some people. I think it may be Lombok, but I'm not sure of that. Eventually the map of the island that I'm looking at is Bali, though it's also something different at other points. My group backtracks a part of what we've already done on motorcycles.

      At one point I may be on another island again. I'm driving my motor straight down a road. Eventually I come across a middle aged white couple, which has a house here. I wonder how they've managed that, considering that only Indonesians are allowed to own land. We end up talking for a bit and within a minute or so, they offer my friend and I a place to stay. I thank them for it, but let them know that we already have a place. I may take them up on it on my way back. A bit further down the conversation, my friend San starts to make racist black comments. I quickly tell him that I don't like them. It doesn't take long for him to continue making the comments anyway. I become quite dominant and tell him that I do not like these 'jokes.'
    14. #211: Lucid Limbo

      by , 09-14-2016 at 02:52 AM
      I'm talking to Cor. He tells me that he can identify who has been with who in a purely sexual way, based on the messages that they leave behind.. on FB? I'm doubtful, but he manages to take my doubt away by accurately stating who I've been with. What the hell. I need to remove this stuff from FB right away.

      Read some articles about online privacy violations by government and private companies throughout the day.

      Lucid Limbo
      Iím in a single room with my blonde ex girlfriend and two male pilots. The pilots are Ďhersí. Sheís using the corporate jet I believe. The two pilots are sitting at a desk/table in the corner of the room, facing the wall, though also facing sideways a bit. I seem to be lying on the ground or perhaps on a mattress. My ex is sitting on top of me. She is trying to seduce me and tells me emotional stuff, such as that sheís missed me and wants me back, or something along those lines. I participate in the physical stuff, but I refuse to say stuff such as that I want her back, cause fact is, I donít. I at one point get a sly grin from the left pilot. I kinda Ďgood for you, broí. I tell her that the pilots gotta leave the room. First she mentions a reason why they canít and I tell her that I mean for them to leave the room. She agrees to that. More stuff happens

      Iím now with my friend Sil in my room. Everything is purely platonic, though the feelings from the first part are residual. I leave to go to the toilet. The toilets are a far cry from what the toilets in my dorm look like, though I donít realise it. One of my dormmates is collecting money for internet and such. Iím not in my room, so I hope he doesnít find me. And I hope my friend / my ex (she changed back?) tell where I am. I can hear her voice and I think she did tell where I am. I attempt to silently, fully close the door to this particular toilet / shower. The door is messed up though and wonít fully close. Plus, next to the door are windows, so heíll be able to spot me. I move out to a larger area, still completely naked. Iím hesitant as people might drop into this living room like area and Iím nude.
      Somewhere along the line (I canít tell where exactly, I think in the shower area) I have the notion that Iím dreaming. I look at my right hand. No black letter S on it. Thereís a faint trace of it at most. I try to push my finger through my hand, but no success. Not dreaming? I look at my right foot. Six toes. The one on the far right is even bigger (and misshapen) than the big toe. Ok that canít be real. But.. the RC failed? Have I always had 6 toes on 1 foot? No way. I look at my left hand and discover that most of my pinky is gone. Guess I know where that extra toe came from. I sorta try to cut my toe with my finger as a means to restore reality to how it should be. Next I try to push the remainder of my pinky on top of my extra toe, in an effort to make them merge and get my pinky back where it belongs. Why are all the RCs failing? Still, Iím clearly dreaming right? Come on, hand and foot?! I get hung up on the failed RC though and let it affect me. Iím positive nevertheless. I perform a hovering above the ground sliding tackle somewhere. I know Iím dreaming, so I can do whatever. Still the RC is on my mind.

      Iíve forgotten part of the dream, but Iím in a big office like building with open structure. The stairs and elevators, basically the whole lobby area, is in an open area with walkways on every floor directly on both sides. I feel like Iím not sure of what to do, given the RCs failing. I decide to aimlessly Spider-Man around. I shoot some webbings and swing myself up. On the way I overhear some corrupt anti-narcotics officers talking. One of them has bought a new GoPro, claiming it was necessary for work. When he isnít paying attention to it for a moment I decide to shoot some webbing at it. I continue to kind of aimlessly web, not feeling any excitement and not fully appreciating that Iím lucid.




      I'm standing somewhere in the town I was born in. I think I'm a kid again. I've been taken back to the 1990s (1992 or 1993?). I'm outside during the day and there's something that relates to a racism discussion. I'm not sure if it's actually being discussed right now or if it's all happening in my mind. I wonder about some things to which extent I actually find them racist and to which extent I feel obligated to think that they are racist. Eventually music starts playing. Snoop Dogg and then I think also some other rap (2Pac?). I love those guys in this context, whatever this context exactly is. A girl who in real life would be my age starts talking to me.. but then stops?

      Updated 09-14-2016 at 03:04 AM by 71740

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    15. #206: Politics

      by , 09-07-2016 at 04:26 AM
      I'm in one room together with my mom and Len, a Dutch friend. My mom is seated on a chair close to a wall. My friend is also seated on a chair. I'm either seated or standing up. I remember there being a window, showing daylight. My mom is talking on the phone in Dutch. I'm talking to my friend. I don't recall how, but we've come to the topic of politics. He asks me for my opinion on a specific aspect of the democratic system. I don't remember the exact question. I explain that I think that direct democracy was probably the best system in the days of the old Greeks, but that right now it can't work. I'm also not satisfied with the current system though. We end up discussing 18th - 19th century philosophers. My mom gets off the phone for a few seconds to say something. Mid sentence I say something like "yes mother, go ahead". I remember being satisfied with my ability to transition that smoothly. I don't remember if I was satisfied switching topics/attention so smoothly or switching languages. My mom says something like that she hopes I won't be discussing this all the time with her. I tell her that I will be on Flores, so not to worry. I focus on my friend again. I tell him that I've never been good at remembering what each philosopher was about. He tells me it's easy for him to remember.
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