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    1. #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.
    2. #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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    3. #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.'
    4. #213: Live hash

      by , 10-16-2016 at 12:57 AM
      I'm in Bali, participating in a Hash run. I'm the hare, meaning that I'm setting the run. I don't remember much from this part of the dream. After that, I'm together with a group of people. We're just chilling and talking. Then it's time for the hash to start. At first I join the hounds in running the track. I stay in 2nd or 3rd position, as I have set the track and don't want to give away the directions. After running for just a little bit, I realise that I'm not supposed to run at all. A bit further down the dream, I realise that the run I set was incomplete. There was a great start with beautiful scenery, but that was it. I go down there to explain to the hounds that I got distracted by chilling with them. We decide to turn it into a live hash. I grab a bottle of water and a white bag with papers to set the trail.

      At first a 30 minute head start sounds good, but that's not how much I'm getting. We're in some kind of gym. I'm going to be the hare along with a girl, who is later (Super) Mario. We first have to score a goal in a football match that's going on, before we can continue down to the door opening in the back, which is completely dark. The hashers first have to swim a section, then jump over some obstacle and eventually they will catch up to us. I instruct them to only start once we've scored the goal, but they start too early a couple of times. I warn them that if another person starts too early, they all do an extra lap of swimming. They all start too early again. They do their lap. Meanwhile my partner scores the goal, shooting the ball softly (kinda lame) at the goal. It inches by the keeper, who doesn't move. We run for the dark door opening and enter another room. I want to take a door to the right, but my partner wants to go straight to the emergency exit. I had already dropped some paper, so I have to kinda reshuffle that. We exit and turn right. There are vertical steel handle bars on the walls, allowing one to climb onto the roof. At least that's what Mario is trying to do, but he can't get up. I jump over him and make it up there, no problem, in the mean time dropping some paper. There's a male police officer on the roof, who is not too happy with my presence. I panic a bit and go up another level. I think at this point I get caught, or the excitement of it all wakes me up.
      Tags: hash, indonesia
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      non-lucid
    5. #212: Phasing through

      by , 09-22-2016 at 10:23 AM
      Itís daytime and Iím driving a white motorcycle in what appears to be an Indonesian city. Iím driving on the left side of the road. I decide to stop my bike on the side of the road. I think I may be dreaming, but Iím not sure yet and I donít want to take any chances, considering that Iím driving a motorcycle. I try to push my fingers through my palm and it works. I instantly realise that I am indeed dreaming. I decide to get up from the bike. The whole steering section has just vanished, allowing me to dismount very easily. I continuously re-push my finger through my palm and keep telling myself that Iím dreaming. I think of other things that I can do to stabilise the dream. Iím doing good so far. I might even win the challenge with werty52 to have a 5 minute long lucid. I decide to strengthen the dream by focusing on my senses. I drop to the ground and run my hands over the sand thatís on the ground. The sense of touch is very realistic. It feels awesome. Throughout the dream I feel some excitement, but I contain it.

      I am in a room somewhere inside. I have the feeling itís an Indonesian room somehow. I feel the need to RC (perhaps because I feel like Iíve had a FA, though Iím not sure anymore) so I try to push my finger through my palm and it works. I realise Iím dreaming again. I consider what to do for a moment. I donít have any real goals, any actions to undertake. I walk over close to a wall. Then I crouch down on the ground, placing my hands on the ground as well. I decide to let myself phase through the ground. I know that normally this is done with the wall, but ah, whatever. Without putting any conscious effort into it, I slowly start sinking into the ground. I wonder what will await me on the other side. I get about halfway through when I hear a sound that throws me off guard. I assume it to be from the waking world, though Iím not certain. Itís the sound of a mobile food vendor coming by.

      Iím in a similar, or perhaps the same room again. Iím seated in a comfy chair. Iím already considering that I might be dreaming again and perform the finger through palm technique. Iím not fully convinced by the results, because my finger goes through at the edge of my palm, making me doubt whether it really went through or just along the side. For some reason I canít make it out very clearly. A bit in the distance are two white people, a guy and a girl my age. They come over to talk. Iíve never met before. Now Iím performing the same RC over and over, while trying to have a conversation with 2 strangers and trying to make a good first impression. The guy is German and has me using my very limited vocabulary. The girl is from Australia. We talk for a bit more. Eventually I want to get this RC right so I ask the guy to touch index finger tips with me. I figure that this way I wonít be attempting to smash my finger through my hand like an idiot and if my finger passes through his, Iím dreaming. Yeah.. totally normal request to make. So much for a good first impression.
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      lucid , memorable
    6. #208: Fragments

      by , 09-09-2016 at 03:43 AM
      Ľ I'm a spectator. I see the tarmac of an airport from the side. Meanwhile I hear an explanation being given. There's a sort of rocket ship, with a plane attached on top of it. It's taking off, but at a slow pace. The explanation is that the Dutch rapper Sevn Alias has funded/invented this. It allows for a plane to take off cheaper and faster than with the currently accepted method. The rocket ship flies slowly above water, to my surprise dives in, resurfaces and then the plane detaches and takes off. The rocket ship stays put for a bit, before flying back, using vertical thrusters. That was.. an usual way to take off. Also, is Sevn Alias really already that rich that he can afford this?!

      Ľ This dream is all over the place. I'm near an airport and see an Indonesian girl working at an office. She's not satisfied with her job, because her boss gave a crazy assignment. She has to write a certain number of pages on a topic, which she considers a crazy amount. She is wearing a black skirt and a striped shirt. The office is open, as in no walls. Somehow the info reaches me that I will be taking a trip to Maluku. I think it's business, because it will be paid for. I look up flight information. The quickest flight has 1 stopover. The total flight time is 24 hours. What the hell?! It's quicker to fly back to the Netherlands. Also I think I will shit my pants if I have to fly for 24 hours, considering Indonesia's poor safety record.

      Ľ I'm sitting in my dormitory living room, together with a few guys. We're eating grapes. I take 3, one of them smaller than the other two. I start juggling them, to the amusement of the other guys.

      Ľ I'm in a street in the Netherlands. I'm in the old car of my ex' brother. I'm not sure what I did exactly anymore. Park it all over the place?

      Ľ It's night and I'm with my cousin and my little brother. My brother and I are inside a vehicle that's seems like a crossover between a double decker bus and a rolling restaurant. Downstairs is the 'restaurant' section, upstairs I think the bedrooms and what not. I've pretty much locked up for the night. My cousin shows up. We talk for a while. He's planning to go somewhere. I think I tell him to be responsible and don't stay out too late, or something along those lines. At the end of the dream the vehicle is out of control. It keeps moving down the street towards an intersection and no matter how hard I try to break, it keeps going. Eventually we collide with a car. Fuck.


      If I dream about cars they rarely/never seem to have functional brakes.
    7. #199: Study / Party stuff / Sceptre / Lucids

      by , 08-26-2016 at 04:27 AM
      Study
      I'm with a group of friends. We're on the streets somewhere in Indonesia, running somewhere. I lose my flip flops a few times. I don't pay too much attention to it, though when I find the exact same flip flops a bit further down the road, I slide them on.

      We've arrived at a study centre now. I have an exam I desperately need to study for. I decide to leave my phone and my wallet in my bag. I know my bag is unattended, but if I take my phone with me, I'll just get distracted. My Macbook is supposedly on the table, though disassembled somewhat and totally misshapen. The keyboard is huge. The very annoying mom of a girl I know tries to assist me somehow. After this, I go into a study area.


      Party stuff
      I'm with a big group of people. There's a teenage girl who took 1 drink and already disappeared into the bathroom, presumably to throw up. One of my friends wants to help her, cause she is the little sister of a friend.

      I'm the assistent to a DJ. I just stand beside her, looking freaking useless, while she does all the actual DJ work. She's spinning vinyl records, though she sucks. Her transitions are worthless. She eventually ends with the Pokemon themesong. I respond in a "really?" type of way, while the crowd loves it.

      My friend Lin is also present at this party and he's so drunk that he decides to pour beer straight out of the bottle into his ear. He then hits the ground. He falls down twice and you can see the blood splatter on the ground, from his head. I seat him in my friend San's car. I ask San if he can drive or if he is too drunk. He tells me he is too drunk. Ok, guess it will be Sven who will have to drive him to the hospital.

      The party is over. I walk off to some place to grab my bag with phone and wallet in it. I pass a girl walkling in the opposite direction. She is wearing a Spongebob outfit.


      Sceptre
      Scarlett Johansson (as Black Widow?) has to steal a sceptre from an evil god. The room in which this is in looks like it is in outer space. Scarlett has either the superpower or has been genetically modified to be able to be pierced by sceptres without dying. I think she's also able to teleport. The god is in a different room or building, flying somewhere. The moment Scarlett touches the sceptre, he knows and teleports to the room. I feel like it happens 3 times. The first time she gets stabbed in the stomach. The second time.. not sure. The third time the god has turned into a giant Deadpool and she is hanging on while he is flying.

      Woke up at 6am and stayed awake for about an hour, taking some notes and then mostly reading a book. Stayed in bed the whole time.

      Lucids
      I had a dream within a dream. Not sure what happened, but I decided I needed to perform an RC. I manage to push my fingers through the palm of my other hand. The dream never really becomes stable, because I don't properly take the time to stabilise. I keep performing the RC over and over in an attempt not to lose lucidity.

      I'm riding my motorcycle on one of the main roads in my city. I nearly get into a collision with an orange/red car, which approached from my right. We're good though. I take a left to the gas station. The line for the motorcycles is to the far left [it should be to the far right]. I put my motor on the standard. While looking down I notice that I'm wearing a necklace. Heh, necklace? I never wear a necklace.
      Hey! I perform the same RC again. Success. I'm a bit skeptical, because everything looks so real. Plus, I'm afraid to accept it given the circumstances. I am with my motor after all. I don't want to do anything stupid and find out I'm not dreaming. I perform the RC several times and each time it's a success, reinforcing my belief that this is really a dream. The sensation of my finger going through my palm is weird. I walk around while performing the RC. I remember there being a girl somewhere to the far right, next to a car. She was really pretty due to her eyes, though I know it's due to coloured contacts. I still want to see her again though. She's in the car right now.

      I wake up in a different bed and a different room than usual. I perform the same RC again and I become lucid again. My mind is not completely clear I guess, cause I'm worried about how my real body will react to my lucid activities, thinking of my real body as the body in this bed. It's as if I'm having a dream in a dream and both dreams are connected. I perform the same RC over and over. I also sort of whisper 'stabilise' throughout', cause I'm afraid of how my real body will respond. The first time I whisper stabilise, it reverberates throughout the dream as a shockwave. I don't know if the other times had much effect. I think for a second what to do. Waterball? No, I lost that challenge already. Summon someone. Summon who? Nina. Instead of willing her to just be in the room, I decide to look at the door which is straight in front of me [I'm still in bed]. It's a brown wooden door and quite solid looking. I will it to open and for Nina to be behind it. It takes a few seconds before the door starts to move, but eventually it swings open. The area behind it is quite dark and I can't really see that much. I haven't been able to make Nina appear yet, though I can see that something is beginning to form in the dark.
    8. #195: Beach / FA

      by , 08-22-2016 at 05:11 AM
      Just a fragment of what happened. Iím at a mall I believe. Iím in a different city in Indonesia. Iím with the motorcycle, outside and with two female Indonesian friends. One of them is on the back of my motor, the other is driving a different motor. We drive whatís supposed to be an hour to the beach Pangandaran, but taking mere seconds. We donít have that much time so we just take a quick look, not even getting of our motors and making a u turn. I remember there being something to the right that I wanted to explore, but at that moment I already couldnít remember what it was, so I just let it go. On the beach are two of my friendu. There is quite some fog, but there is something spectacular to see, though I canít recall what exactly. On the way back I see my friend that was riding with me from the back. Sheís wearing a blue/green hijab. She looks pretty.

      Had a FA where I was sitting at a table with an Indonesian and an American friend. My Indonesian friend had her Macbook out, so I decided to take it for a moment to take notes of the previous dream in Dutch. I did it in Dutch on purpose so that no one would understand. There were some key phrases that allowed my American friend to properly guess the story line.
    9. #188: Longest lucid so far

      by , 08-05-2016 at 02:38 AM
      Went to bed around 1am, woke up around 6am, stayed awake for a little bit and then went to sleep. Woke up again, fell asleep again shortly after.

      I'm driving my motorbike around in Indonesia. It appears to be the city that I live in, though the architectural influences are definitely more Chinese (from the one building that I remember seeing). It was a traditionally red building. It had something written on the side, I think the name of the citizen, along with Barat [Indonesian for West]. I assume it to be the city hall for the western district of the city. I'm driving with a guy following me on his bike. I want to make a u-turn at one intersection, but I need to wait because the king of the Netherlands will pass shortly. I consider passing anyway, since traffic rules in Indonesia rarely apply, but I decide to wait. A guy comes by on some kind of shove cart, with another guy on it. This seems too low budget for the king. Both guys appear to have tanned skin and the king of the Netherlands is white.

      I spot a white girl close to a wall. I instantly recognise her as a girl from my bachelor study, though her characteristic curly hair is now straightened. I start walking up to her and the moment she sees me she kinda goes "ugh". I start talking to her in Dutch. I tell her that she probably thinks I'm one of these foreigner hunting Indonesians [that's actually a thing], but that I recognise her from our studies. She asks me what that might be. I hesitate for a moment, pretending to think and then tell her the name of our bachelor. This opens her up a bit more and I think we talk.

      Eventually we're walking with another white guy. He's sort of her mentor. He has brown hair, average length for a guy and perhaps glasses. I think he talks with a southern accent, Belgian even. He talks softly though, so I can't understand all that he's saying. The girl is walking to my left and he is even further left. At one point I switch places with the girl so that I can hear him better. He's talking about something intellectual. A fourth person joins us, a guy. Either that person or the girl starts signalling someone. I look and see that someone is going to use a pipe and blow darts to shoot the guy. I move to the right, out of harms way. The person doing the shooting is standing in plain sight a few metres away. I can see the trajectory of the darts. Miss. Miss. Miss. So many misses. At one point the person is standing so close that it's basically execution style and starts hitting the guy in the shoulder. After a while the guy with the darts just discards the pipe and starts spitting out darts with force, the way some people spit watermelon seeds. No way! Next thing my friend Veb is in a white cabrio that's parked and starts doing the same. Then they start shooting it from their fingers. I move in to punch Veb on the head from behind, but I miss. He looks at me and I know I'm fucked. I duck.


      It's at this moment that I decide that I must be dreaming. I try and succeed to push my finger through my palm, giving off a slight sensation. I'm in the living room of my mom's house. The order of things is a bit blurry. Throughout the lucid I keep performing the same RC to stabilise myself, as well as looking at my hands. My little brother is present and he is annoying me. He's distracting me by making noise, making me fear to loose the lucid. At some point I decide to take some pictures of him while he's getting dressed and threaten to upload them to... idk. The television in the living room is also distracting me. It's showing Spongebob. I tell the tv to turn off, perhaps making a hand gesture as well. It does so. Sweet. I also shout several times that this is my dream and I want it to be stable, and similar commands. I think it actually worked for a bit. I think I shouted it in English, though perhaps also in Dutch. I wonder about what my real body is doing, but I decide fuck it if I'm screaming in reality too, though I'm probably not. I really shouted my commands the way a high rank in the military would. Loud and not even considering that they might not be adhered to. My mom comes into the living room and starts brushing her teeth, which makes quite a lot of noise. I first want her to stop, as I want to focus on creating a waterball, which is difficult cause I have no clue how to. I decide to take a different approach. I put my index and middle fingers to my temples and will myself to teleport. I can't really think of any place, so I just teleport to just outside the front door. It worked. The dream scenery isn't complete though. There are parts missing, kinda similar to when you go towards the edge too fast in a sandbox game and the game needs to load the rest of the map. I realise I just completed one of my dream goals by teleporting. I'm also probably lucid for longer than a minute by now, finally. I teleport once more, now down to the street. I don't know why, considering that the dream was already incomplete. It's here that I really start slipping away and eventually wake up. I performed the RC several times to check.
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      lucid
    10. #186: Garden

      by , 08-01-2016 at 03:04 AM
      Garden
      I'm in the same big garden where I really was a few days ago, with a lot of people for an event. Somewhere in the garden I suddenly hear a sound. I don't remember what it sounded like, but upon looking it turned out that a fan had just dropped to the ground. It's a bit distorted due to the impact. Some people have already gathered around it. I think about going there as well, but what's the purpose. I walk the other way. In the mean time I start to think about how crazy it is that Snoop Dogg, this laid back stoner who says nigga all the time, is working for NASA as an engineer. I walk over to my friend Frank, who is playing an addictive reaction based game on his phone. We get to talking and he wants me to have a go at the game. I tell him I'm avoiding it, cause I know I'll be addicted to improving my own score.

      A little bit later, my friend Re is here as well. We're sitting down with Frank. We get to talking about his girlfriend. He uses a different name than from what I was expecting, which throws me off for a moment. The conversation moves to a type of Skype programme. Re's pc is standing on the desk right next to me. I press the Windows key to make the search pop up and start looking for this programme. Totally not an invasion of privacy... In the end my friend San is there as well, and FIFA is booted. I quickly use the username "M", not wanting to bother to use an actual name. I then get to choose the level of difficulty. I think it may have been set in Dutch.
    11. #185: Papua / Guard

      by , 07-30-2016 at 03:28 AM
      Papua
      I'm talking to a dark skinned girl. She has quite short, black hair. I had a reason for talking to her. I think she was behind the counter somewhere. I started talking to her in Indonesian, but apparently she doesn't really speak it that well yet. She tells me in English that she often gets confused for Papuan and that she doesn't like it. I tell her that I understand the feeling, cause it happens to me all the time as well. My skin is lighter than hers though.

      Guard
      I'm outside of what is supposed to be my dorm. It's a sunny day. I am about to walk into the direction of the building. The guard whom often looks grumpy is sitting outside. He's got the near empty tube of showergel in his hands that I threw out yesterday. Really? He took it from the trash so that he could salvage that little bit? I walk past him and he asks me a question about why I'm moving rooms. He asks me in Indonesian and I explain it to him in Indonesian. I tell him about the dog that's always barking and that someone else living on the other side of the hallway can never hear the dog, so I'm hoping to solve my problems like that.

      Updated 07-30-2016 at 03:33 AM by 71740

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      non-lucid
    12. #184: With Sil / Gas foot

      by , 07-29-2016 at 03:03 AM
      With Sil
      I'm driving my motor with my friend Sil on the back. At some point we switch and she is driving. There is some weirdness going on for a moment, where there are suddenly two motorbikes and I am making a switch from one where I'm solo to getting on the back of the one she is driving. I think for a moment what to do with the discarded motorbike and then decide that it's all good. In my mind it's suddenly all solved. There's also something about the helmets. There's only 1? I don't know. We pull over at an Indomaret. I think it's already dark out. I park in the back and we walk past some friends, without talking to them. They've all got a junkie look on them. Wearing hoodies and pacing about in the dark area of the terrain.

      Next thing Sil and I are at a Mexican looking restaurant. We sit down at a table. The floor is made of sand, which gives a nice vibe. Sil asks me to send a message to our whatsapp to let our friends know where the party is going to be at tonight. I remember the lady from the restaurant coming over to tell me the name of the restaurant. It's 4 words, in Indonesian. All I can remember is the last word, "Minyak" --> Oil. She calls me 'pinter' --> smart, for immediately figuring out how to spell it. I take a long time to craft the perfect message to the group, cause I want to make a joke. A few tables down is our friend Steve, who spots us. He joins us, sitting to my right side. For some reason I turn my head at one point, apparently hitting him in the face with my dreads. He complains about it. I let my hair down so it doesn't happen again. Sil asks what happened and I explain it to her.


      Gas foot
      I'm sitting at a table in a tiny restaurant. The setting is Indonesian. I'm with 5 others I think. I'm at one end of the table, at the other end is a guy who is apparently my friend. To my left is a girl. I'm not entirely sure, but I get the impression that it's my friend Fay. The others I can't recall. At another table is a guy, who seems a bit shady. He is Indonesian. We get to talking, though I don't remember whether it is in Dutch, English or Indonesian. It's about our ethnicity. I think he's not talking in Indonesian, cause he figures that most of us are half-half and don't speak it. I wonder what he thinks of me, considering that I'm not Indonesian. At some point he has a needle aimed at the base of his foot. It seems like he's going to shoot up. I can't look at this. To my left is my little brother. I don't want him to see this, as I don't want him to get any ideas. The guy takes a long time to do it, cause he's doubting himself as well. The needle is huge in its circumference. It turns out that he's not shooting up. He's doing it to let out gas from his body. The gas is the result of... don't remember.
    13. #158: Money / back

      by , 06-15-2016 at 01:20 AM
      Bed: 23.00, at which point I meditated.
      Wake up: 06.30, took notes.
      Now: 07.00

      Money
      I'm somewhere in a building, shamelessly scratching my balls with my right hand. I've got a sensation of touch. Next thing I wipe my hand. Not that it's gonna do me much good when I meet a person and that person will shake my hand. I'm in the building to get myself a military ID, I think for Indonesia's military. That or I get send away with the statement that I require a military ID. I think it was the second option. The building doubles as a bus terminal. A guy takes me with him to another guy, who is a bus driver. The driver is illegally giving the gps coordinates of the bus to the mafia. The mafia wants John something to be safe at all times. Next thing, I'm in a car, outside. We're driving and the police show up. There's something to do with a bag of money.

      Possible influences
      - I went to a bus terminal yesterday that doubled as an office for a government agency.
      - There was a news article yesterday of people handing out cash in a traffic jam.


      Back
      I'm in a house with my old housemates, Karen and Bart. Bart is doing his dishes. I'm joining Karen in her room. Holy damn, there are so many plants in here. She's growing weed. Bart walks by without talking to me.
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      non-lucid
    14. #153: Climbing / Dorm / Tram

      by , 06-03-2016 at 04:47 AM
      Bed: ~00.00
      Wake up: 07.55
      Now: 08.05 (totally canít focus on this due to arguing roommates)


      Climbing
      I'm sitting on a small balcony I believe. Iím with my friend Alex (and my girlfriend?). Alex is returning to her own country somewhere in the very near future, but sheís still got a grey Mercedes parked somewhere. She wonít drive it back to her country, so she hands me the keys to take care of it. Sweet! I donít care about the car, but that means that she will come back. I already start imagining driving the car back together during a road trip somewhere in the future.

      At some point the keys fall off the balcony. The balcony is on the 2nd floor. I scale down the balconies to reach the ground level and pick the keys up. Thereís another set of keys on the ground. I pick those up as well. A few seconds later a white girl with dark brown (curly?) hair emerges from a front door just 1 metre away. I ask her if these keys are hers. I take a good look to make sure that Iím presenting the keys that I found to her and not my friendís keys. I think she says those keys are her roommateís. I hand them over, then climb back up the balconies. A bit later I scale down the balconies again for some reason. I do it quickly this time and catch myself thinking that Iím taking unnecessary risks the way that Iím dropping down right now.


      Dorm
      This may have been a continuation of the last dream. Iím finally alone now. Iím outside on the street and the sun is still out. I consider what I want to do. I start thinking about watching some porn. I know that I havenít watched it in a while and actually banned it from my life, but Iím really in the mood for it right now. A group of guys approaches me. They look Indonesian. They ask me if I know where they can find the dormitory for international students. I tell them that I live there. I canít recall in which language we were speaking. Where are they from though? Itís only for foreign students. These guys all look Indonesian. They mention being half Indonesian, half Dutch. I tell them that itís cool as long as their passport is not Indonesian. I point them in the right direction. Someone suggests that I walk with them. Sorry, I canít, I have something to do right now. I think it has to do with the porn, but also with something else. Someone suggests waiting for me. No need, itís easy-ish to reach the dorm. I point them in the right direction, showing them the location on Google Maps as well. They start joking around a bit. One of the guys grabs my butt. Ok, too friendly there. Some more stuff happened, though I canít recall what.

      Aside from people I personally know and who are close to me, I normally dream about white people. Interesting that I dreamed about Indonesians (though I'm living in Indonesia right now, so *duh*).

      Tram
      I'm taking the tram and perhaps also the bus. The streets are unfamiliar, but the bus operator is definitely the one that operates in Amsterdam. I remember getting on the wrong one and needing to switch to another. I think Iím with someone. Itís dark out already.

      If I dream about public transport, I dream about taking the wrong direction 99% of the time.
    15. #146: Travel / Game / Work

      by , 05-14-2016 at 07:59 AM
      Bed: ~00.00
      Wake up: 08.15
      Now: 08.30

      Travel
      I'm in Indonesia, together with my girlfriend. We're travelling around the country. I think that at the start of the dream we are in Sulawesi and we're deciding on our next flight. I think I'm alone at some times. The details are a bit blurry, but I've missed a flight that I had already booked to Singapore. Ah well. At one moment we are walking around in the streets, which are sand-covered. In another moment we seem to be at the airport.

      This dream also alternates with a bird's eye view of several places. I see the very south-west part of Java, at the coast. There's a section where there's a relatively thin line of sand, with water at both sides. It looks like a great place to go. In another moment I also see Singapore, though not where it's supposed to be. There's another country attached to it's eastern border, which is only a bit bigger. I'm considering flying to Singapore and then travelling to this country by land. I could make this trip in 4 days, 2 days per country. I think the other name was similar to India. I'm not sure what I would do in that country though, I'm not even really interested in it. I'm also considering the amount of days I have left before university supposedly starts.


      Game
      I'm playing a game with Justin, my cousin's boyfriend. It's a game we seem to control through our phones, but which takes place in reality at some points. It's a game where we're both controlling soldiers, or opposing units at least. I think at one point he's controlling a big cat like animal which is pretty much invincible. He's trash talking the hell out of me. The style of the game is quite cartoony, like Big Little War Game. A few times I take control over some soldiers who have a gatling gun. I manage to take out a few of his soldiers every time before mine get taken down, yet he's still trash talking me and making me feel like I suck.


      Work
      I'm at a fancy work place. I'm not sure whether I work here though. The place looks very modern, mostly clean white. The people that I do recall seeing are dressed in suits and similar attire. There are two white women walking just at the top of the stairs/escalator. One of them is a bride and the other seems to be her friend. The bride is not wearing anything bride-like though. I quickly go up the stairs. There's one corner to the left in the stairs where I decide to jump on the cylinder shaped grey railing. I jump on it, jump to another part and then continue my way to the top. I wanted to get there quickly cause I thought the bride looked really beautiful and wanted to see her better. Once I'm a bit closer I realise that her friend is actually way prettier. I walk past them inconspicuously. Once I'm past them I decide on another approach. I rewind time a bit and then decide to freeze it. It places me just in front of them and allows me to take a close look at the woman's face. Time is not totally frozen though, it's just in slow motion. The woman is still moving a bit. I decide to fake that I wasn't spending any attention on them. I'm walking with my classmate Wil towards a narrow gallery, with the women walking in the same direction. One of them says something of which I'm not sure whether it was a joke or not. She says we're stalking them. Nope! We got here first. Now we're pretending(?) we had a bet going on and I just won it. I get all excited about my win. I'm thinking up the narrative on the spot. This could be our yearly bet that I have just won, explaining my excitement.


      Fragments
      Ľ There was a party today or yesterday. My cousin didn't show up, even though I thought he would. I'm quite disappointed, cause I was looking forward to seeing him.

      Ľ I'm at the apartment complex where my mom lives, at the ground level. I enter through the door at normal pace, but make a sharp move several metres to the left, taking a big ball with me using my feet. There's someone waiting for the elevator who by now must think I'm avoiding him. I go to the storage units (which aren't like reality), which creep me out a little bit in this dream. My mom's unit is on the opposite side of where it's supposed to be. Also, the lock is totally different. There's a guy (Koen?) inside. I don't think he's there against his will, but still I'm a bit iffy of the whole situation. A few units to the left is a grown tiger.
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