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    1. #201: Intercity

      by , 08-30-2016 at 03:20 AM
      I'm in the Netherlands. It's a sunny day. I'm with my grandma and we're in an intercity train. The train consists out of a single wagon [this never happens in reality] and is taking the route that normally the tram would take. We pass my grandma's house. She doesn't want to get out at the nearest stop. Instead, she wants to continue. We pass another two stops that don't exist in real life. Eventually she lets me know that she wants to go into the city centre, meet up with someone and after that she will go home. Well if that's the case, I'd much rather go to her home straight away, considering I'm on crutches. We say bye and I get out at the next stop. I cross the street to the stop in the other direction. It is now something.54 and the train will be here in 1 minute. There's a woman on a bike who asked me a question about the train, I think about the departure time. There'a a bag of tissues somewhere near and I take a few to blow my nose. I can see the green/yellow snot in the tissue once I'm done. The train arrives and I get in. This one, for whatever reason, won't stop in front of my grandma's place. Great, means I have to walk longer. I consider where I want to get out. I see some car2go cars parked on the route. I'll just take one of those, perfect. It would be even more great if they were autonomous and I could just get one of them to pick me up.
    2. #179: Forgotten lucid / Cops / Date

      by , 07-18-2016 at 04:18 AM
      Forgotten lucid
      I'm certain that in the morning, perhaps around 6am, I was lucid. I only remember walking down a white surface street, while still trying to stabilise or to regain my lucidity. Other than that I don't remember what I was doing -_- I do remember waking up or having a FA and attempting to get back into it, I think with success.

      Ľ In one of my non-lucids I was Spider-Man and swinging to a skyscraper while my friend was watching me. My webbing was weird though. It seemed more like plastic wrap.

      Ľ I'm in Indonesia I think. I've got my thesis defence, but it is quite weird. For what seems like the first few minutes, I'm talking about only semi-relevant things.

      Ľ I'm in my student city in the Netherlands. I'm with my classmates and someone is telling me something about an area slightly to the north of the city centre. I can't recall what that person was telling me though.

      My friend Sander is driving a Dutch car on the highway. I'm sitting in the back to the right. I think I'm playing with my phone. There's a motorcycle cop driving in front of us and Sander decides to mess with him. He pulls up very close the whole time and flashes his lights for a long time. I can see the change in lighting on the cops motor / back. To our left is a pick up truck from Rijkswaterstaat. I ask Sander if he is sure about this, because he'll get himself into some trouble. Eventually we reach a traffic light and a diferent motorcycle cop goes against traffic to pull up next to the driver's window. The cop isn't wearing a helmet, just a yellow raincoat hoodie. Strange. He gestures for Sander to follow him.

      In my student city again. I'm on roller blades and I'm not very proficient at it. I'm quite unstable. There's a mom and her daughter standing somewhere. They try to draw my attention from a distance. For some reason I try to ignore them first but after a few seconds I listen. Somewhere in this dream my glasses fly off and the right leg has broken off. At the same moment I was trying to look up directions using Google Maps for the two of them. I hand my phone to the daughter while I fix my glasses. It turns out to be quite easy. Pop in a screw and it's back to normal. Though the daughter comments that it is slightly crooked. Great.

      We're standing somewhere else now, somewhere with a roof but still semi outside. It's around this time that I notice the mom's dress. It's blue/green and there are holes to allow her nipples to stick out. That is... ok...? She has weird elongated nipples. I also notice for the first time that the daughter's breasts are quite big and there is some cleavage showing. I don't dare to look too much though, cause I'm afraid they'll notice me watching.

      We're at the train. I actually walk inside with them and then walk out again. The daughter shouts after me that we should go on a date. I don't really have the chance to reply. Somehow I know that they are from Zwolle. That's quite far.. plus I'm not interested.. plus I've got a girlfriend. I wonder for a moment whether she put her number in my phone while she had it. How else would she expect to go on a date with me? I don't know her name though. I wonder whether I should just not text her or text her to let her know I'm not interested.
    3. #178: I hate this game / Attack

      by , 07-14-2016 at 04:39 AM
      I hate this game
      It feels like Iím playing a very realistic game. It starts with me and some other guy being stuck in a run down room about the size of a smallish bedroom. The walls are grey from dirt or whatever. There's also a small dog. In the corner is a messed up wooden door with a padlock on it. On the other side of the room is a dark hallway that will lead us to who knows what. There's one more door, to a storage closet or something. The guy enters the hallway to explore. On the other side of the door I can see an older man. I think he has a tanned skin. He definitely has some dreadlocks, though I think not all of his hair is dreads. For a moment I wonder if there is some understanding between us. I vaguely feel a connection. I open the door to the storage and accidentally hit the dog, who was just digging for something it seems. It seems like he's found something. The dog has found a tiny hidden space in the ground, which contains a key. I use it to open up the padlock. I think at first the door doesn't open yet, but eventually it's wide open or it has disappeared. This happens while I'm on the other side of the room. The man starts using blow darts to shoot at me. He doesn't shoot me directly. The darts ricochet off the walls 3 times before getting to me. He doesn't always hit me, but it's scary enough. A few times I get hit on the back, which hurts. I grab a large bamboo pole from the closet and attempt to scare him off. It works a bit. I follow him outside. I know I should be waiting for the other guy, as I shouldn't leave him behind, but... The man has upgraded to actual bow and arrow now. He's perhaps 5 metres away from me. I need to cover this distance fast if I don't wanna die. I smack the bamboo pole around, trying to distract him and throw him off balance.

      I'm sitting in a tram in Amsterdam, as obvious from the lay out of the tram and the blue / grey colours. To my right is my girlfriend. We're sitting sideways, on the left side. Somewhere in front of me (so on the right side of the tram) is a black guy about my age, with a backpack. I've got a bad feeling that he's gonna be shooting up a lot of people, though I don't remember why. I think I saw a gun. I'm not sure whether I should say something. In the mean time I'm still trying to figure out where I need to go, using my girlfriend's white iPhone SE. She mentions a stop and I hope she's wrong about it. I quickly unlock her phone with the finger scanner. Damn. She's right. This is also the place where I suspect the guy will start shooting. He and some other people have already exited. I can loudly hear the first two shots. My girlfriend wonders what it is. I immediately tell her to hit the floor. A few seconds later we run to the back exit and to the other side of the tram stop. There are still people just sitting there, unaware. I see the guy again. By now he's moved close to a grass field behind the tram stop. At this point I get separated from my girlfriend. I think I leave her behind, though I'm not sure why. The guy is still shooting people and I'm getting way too close. I hit the ground, pretending to be dead, but doing a shitty job at it. I still crawl around a bit. Is that.. yep, that's dog poop quite close to me. I think I can also feel some underneath me. Fuck. I take on some more dramatic positions to make the guy think I'm dead, though I've crawled already. He's shouting something which seems to be aimed at me. That he'll shoot me too I think. For the time being he seems to be focused mostly on getting other people. He shoots a bit in my direction, but not with real intent to kill. I can't help but wonder if this is a form of solidarity cause we're both black. At this point the dream kinda happens several times, or it is just my imagination running wild. He runs out of bullets and needs to reload. I get up, dash over and tackle him. I sit on his chest and pummel his face. He's still got a grenade in his left hand though. Hope he doesn't blow me up with him, or throws it down my shirt or something like that. I see all these things happening, but none actually happens. In the end I've pretty much beaten the guy to death. In the aftermath I (as the other black guy) end up being mistaken for him and getting arrested. Surely there must be witnesses around who can state my innocence.

      Now for some lightheartedness: I'm.. at home? I guess. I've got a magazine which the AH [Dutch supermarket] mailed to me. It's still wrapped in plastic. They've included a live hamster or guinea pig or a similar rodent. It's in the plastic, together with the magazine. It can barely move. I take a moment before releasing it. I thought it was sad, but I needed to process the fact that the supermarket had just sent me a live animal through the post.
    4. #174: Flirt / Newbie / Adult Twix / Invasion

      by , 07-10-2016 at 03:51 AM
      I'm in a train or bus with two friends, one guy and one girl, both white. There are more people there, but none that we are acquainted with. The guy and girl are having a seemingly friendly conversation, but I know that he is interested in her. I think they are talking in Dutch. Either the guy or I has a laptop on his lap. I think it's the guy at first. The girl exits at what is to me an unexpected place (Almere). I figured she would be going to Groningen. That just cut the conversation short by an hour. The guy goes after her, towards the exit, to ask for her number. In the mean time I find a different place to sit. Suddenly the bus/train is full of wannabe actors. One girl to my left seems to be memorising a script. Another girl all the way to the left is reading it out loud. That's quite obnoxious. I'm trying to concentrate on my thesis, so it's quite annoying.

      I'm outside on a big street with the guy. I ask him how it went. He tells me it went horrible. He got her email so that he can ask for her number. I tell him I've been there and it's shit. At that moment a blonde girl enters the street from a building. It's the girl I was referring to when I said that. Right? Some guy meanwhile mentions that he got a number that connected to an online disposable service, where he could talk to the girl. The first guy gets out his laptop and before long he's chatting with the girl through email.

      I'm talking to a girl I've just met. We're in my city in Indonesia, close to the university. I'm explaining some basic things to her about how to get things done around here. There's a guy with us and at some moments, one of the staff members from the international desk is there as well.

      Adult Twix
      Spoiler for No really, adult stuff:

      I'm in my room in Indonesia. I have a swiffer type of broom and am cleaning my room. Holy shit, there's a whole line of ants just invading my room. Also, there's a dead wasp or something similarly big on the ground. But.. I didn't kill that thing. I didn't even see it inside. What happened here? I start sweeping the place up.

      Updated 07-10-2016 at 04:00 AM by 71740

    5. #165: Detour

      by , 06-26-2016 at 02:17 AM
      Bed: ~00.30
      Wake up: 07.50
      Now: 08.00

      I'm at a cafe up in the hills of my city in Indonesia, together with my friend Ray. We decide to leave. He leaves just minutes, perhaps seconds before I do. We're using our motors. He took my helmet and left before I even arrived at my motor. Guess I'll just do without. I start driving, but notice a team of police officers not too far down the street. Damn. Ray's house is pretty much straight down and then a left. I don't want to risk getting caught by police. I stop by the side of the road and get out my phone. I look at Google Maps for an alternative route. There is one a bit east, but it looks like a major detour. In actual kilometres it's not that much of a difference, but judging from the size of the road, it's probably not well maintained, meaning I got to go slow. I weigh my options for a bit and then decide that I do not want to run the risk of getting caught.

      I end up at a place that looks like a big mall in the Netherlands. I totally messed up the directions, but somehow didn't do too bad. I didn't come out where I expected to, but whatever. I'm talking to a guy from Africa, while walking towards the train station. He's just new and wants to do an internship and is looking for advice. The people at his intended office are not very response. I explain my experiences with an internship to him. In the mean time I notice that we've walked the wrong way and we trace back to go to the right place to enter the station. One of us is holding a bicycle. I think it's me.
    6. #155: Tooth / Touch / Wolfish porn? / Sleepy head / Going crazy

      by , 06-09-2016 at 09:27 AM
      Bed time: ~23.00
      Wake up: ~07.00
      Now: 07.25

      I was awake for an hour from 04:00 to 05:00. Itís Ramadan right now and the mosque nearby likes to remind everyone in the vicinity of that through praying loudly through a speaker.

      Iím standing next to a building, which may have been an apartment complex. One of my teeth (right side, upper row) is annoying me. I fidget a bit with it, because it just doesnít feel good. Itís very loose and even though Iím trying to push it back, Iím afraid it will fall out soon. Suddenly it hits me that this is an issue I only have in dreams. I try to push my fingers through my palm. No success. I loose the idea of a dream for a moment. Iím not sure if I woke up for a few seconds. A few moments later I ask myself why I didnít try multiple RCs when the first one failed. I try the same RC again, confident that this is a dream, despite it failing the first time. It works. Immediately I start levitating. I try to remain calm and keep looking at my hands. One of my hands is sort of wavy. I try to bend the fingers that are in my palm upwards and backwards. I get quite far. Meanwhile Iím levitating a few metres above the ground, not necessarily against my will, but also not because I wanted it. After just a few moments the dream starts to fade. I try to remain in it. I canít rotate like this. I try to focus on my hands. I also shout stabilise (or a similar command). Itís slowly turning dark before my eyes. One of the last things I do is raise my arms. I can feel the sensation of doing so. I wonder what my real body is doing in bed.

      Iím at what is supposed to be the city hall of the city my mom lives in. Itís the old building, which has been abandoned and been overgrown by plants. Iím interested in going through this abandoned building. I approach it, trying to squeeze myself in between the roots of the plants and what not. I scratch myself on some thorns. It hurts.

      Nothing about that building resembled reality. Also, I donít experience a sense of touch very often in dreams.

      Written the following dreams after a few hours, because I didnít have enough time in the morning to write it all down, meaning Iím missing some details.

      Wolfish porn?
      I have my laptop with me I think. I am in the mood for some porn. At first I consider that I donít watch porn, but I think I give in. It turns weird real quick. Next thing I remember is that I am seeing something happening in front of me. There are 3 people. One girl, one guy and the otherÖ I think is also a guy. The guys turn into part wolf part man beings. Iím not sure what happened after that (also not sure if I want to know).

      Sleepy head
      Iím at the train station. Thereís a sprinter train [common type of train in the Netherlands]. Iím waiting for people to get out, so that I can get in. The door is not where it is supposed to be. It is located at the short end of the train. There are some particularly rude people who squeeze their way into the train before everyone has exited. At one point, even a white female staff member does the same, blocking off her colleague who is trying to exit. I finally get into the train. There is something going on, some obstruction I guess, so the train turns into the bus and we hit the road. I fall asleep and when I wake up, weíve gone past the stop where I wanted to get out, which is my momís city. I consider asking the bus driver to stop, but I know that heíll stop at the next stop instead.

      Going crazy
      Iím riding a motor, with my girlfriend on the back. We have to stop somewhere for a police check or something. The person behind the counter is asking me to pay Rp. 3.000. Itís not a lot of money at all, but I am frustrated by the corruption and refuse to do so. Next thing, weíre having lunch at the same place. The owner, a guy, offers us something thatís not on the menu. It turns out to be insanely expensive and I go crazy over it. Somewhere in between him bringing the lunch and me figuring out how crazy expensive it is, there are dogs trying to eat our food.
    7. #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)

      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.

      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*).

      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.
    8. #144: New friend

      by , 05-12-2016 at 08:18 AM
      Bed: ~00.00 (didn't fall asleep until at least 01.00)
      Wake up: 08.45
      Now: 08.55

      The details of this dream aren't very clear. I'm in the south part of my student city, somewhere outside. I've just met a girl for the first time. She's white and a little bit chubby. She's quite social and fun to hang out with I think.
      I think at some point we're sitting in the bus together.

      I'm at a sports facility, together with the girl. I was first in a different room, but now we're in the same dressing room. Neither of us gets fully undressed though. Most of the time it's just the two of us in this room. At some point there's a guy who looks quite Moroccan, who is exiting what seems to be the shower. He's still wearing a yellow sports shirt though. Not sure about his pants. He gives me/us a bit of a weird look. Without saying a thing, he leaves. At some point the girl leaves as well. There's something weird about the doorknob, which looks like a thermostat. Someone (her?) is turning it a lot from the outside, making me feel as if the door is now locked. In the mean time I decide to take off/on my shirt. The girl comes back. We continue talking, though I'm not sure about what. The situation gets a little bit awkward for a moment, as we misinterpret each other's intentions.

      At one point during the conversation, I decide to check my FB on my phone. I've gotten tons of notifications. Turns out I clicked on a link by accident and now it's sending spam/porn to a lot of my friends. Fuck. It's quite difficult to correct this using my phone. I kinda try half heartedly, thinking I'll leave it for later. I continue my conversation with the girl. She ends up giving me a polaroid picture of her (or perhaps someone else). The girl in the picture is a fit white girl, wearing just panties and a shirt or something similar. The picture is meant to be funny and seductive at the same time. I can see some pubes though..
    9. #142: Dealing / Fragments / Physical / Magic

      by , 05-08-2016 at 08:05 AM
      Bed: 23.30
      Wake up: 08.20
      Now: 08.20

      I'm at some guy's apartment. He's a drugsdealer and apparently a tad dangerous. My girlfriend is there as well. At some point he calls her a bitch. Not for having done anything wrong; that's just how he refers to all women it seems. I don't like the way he disrespects her. I take one of my soup bowls; white with grey and black flowery decal. I hit him over the head with it and he goes down. I keep smashing him, not sure what with at this point, but I make sure he's dead or else he'll kill me for this.

      A bit later someone is at the door. A customer. I open up the door and I try to fake my way through it and start talking more roughly than I normally do. I throw in a 'motherfucker' every other sentence. I also start talking a lot of Surinam [a lot of Dutch slang comes from Surinam]. At some point the guy at the door starts talking about Sergio, an elementary school friend. I've seen him as an adult and he is quite a big guy. He's a few metres away and he's tiny and mentally disabled. I start asking the guy what happened to the motherfucker. He's got an "i know right" kinda attitude. It is something drugs related. I'm not sure what happened next, but shortly after there's another customer. I think at some point we're all in the house. Not sure what happened to the body though. I think I may have made up a horrible excuse. I remember that at the end of the dream the situation has evolved into a gun deal. Ok this is getting way out of hand.

      I watched Drugs Inc. on NatGeo about an hour before I went to bed.

      Ľ I don't remember my surroundings. All I remember is one of my teeth being wobbly. Eventually I break off a piece of it, cause it's annoying the hell out of me. I can already see (don't know how actually) that there's another tooth inside this tooth, like a Russian nesting doll. I consider just removing the whole tooth and be done with it. I'm slightly worried that it might not be a good idea.

      Ľ I've taken a train. I'm supposed to get to my mom's city, but I can't get there directly. Instead, I take a detour. I have 2 options and both of them will bring me 2 stops away from my mom's city. Somehow I feel like things are not going my way.

      Ľ I'm playing football at first. This changes into korfbal and later into basketball.

      Ľ I'm sitting at a round table with my friend's mom and 2 of my friends. We're eating (dinner?).

      Ľ I'm just about exiting a subway station. I'm going down an escalator and I see Milad going up the escalator to my left. I think we say hi. After that I'm distracted, I think by my phone. I've been walking for a bit, but not getting anywhere. This escalator is suddenly going up. Wasn't this one going down. Whatever. I hop down a few times and I'm down.

      I'm at what's supposed to be my physical therapist, but the building is vastly different. There's multiple storeys. I go into the basement to go to the toilet, which is way bigger than in reality. There's a row of at least 6 urinals and then there are stalls as well. There's an older man in one of the stalls. I take a urinal somewhere on the left. There's a glass wall so you can see into the garden it seems. There's an oddly shaped pool there. Makes sense I guess. Some people have injuries that require swimming. For some reason I decide to finish up at another urinal all the way to the right. I then have the issue of not knowing which urinals to flush. I decide to just flush em all and then make a run for it, before the older man comes out and identifies me.

      Still in the same building. There are signs to public transportation on every floor. So convenient that you can just take the public transport from inside this building. At some point my friend Wina goes down some stairs. A white dude about my age is following her, or perhaps she's already blacked out and he's helping her down the stairs. Either way I know exactly what's going on. I go down the stairs, damn near action hero style and beat the guy up for trying to rape my friend.

      Somewhere in this dream my physical therapist tells me I still have an appointment for next week. This confuses me, as I thought this was supposed to be our last session. I already moved out. Now I have to come back specially for this?

      This is a Harry Potter dream it seems. I am Harry, or I am myself and have taken over the importance of Harry. I'm in what seems like the University Library, somewhere near the top floor. I think Dumbledore is also there. He has given me command of a sort of army of students. They are all walking down the stairs. I'm having a bit of fun translocating even for the smallest distances. I'm not aware that I'm dreaming, but I'm aware that I can make anything happen that I want to happen cause I'm a wizard. I make a joke that I should go check out my army, as there are a lot of girls in it. At some point I allow myself to fall flat onto the floor, wanting to translocate at the last second. I fail to do so, but I do manage to float just above the floor so I don't hurt myself.

      Something else pops into my mind. I'm not sure if it's a thought. It seems more like a commercial. It's about Harry Potter or some other wizard and going on vacation. It's about him not having to go to the airport early, nor having to stand in line, as he just translocates there. Man that's stupid. Just translocate to your final destination.

      I'm outside. It's night out, nearly pitch dark with just about no lights. It looks as if I'm standing on a miniature island shaped exactly like Africa. There's a very dark skinned woman swimming west to east the whole time, despite there being land. She's doing so around the longitude of where Cameroon should be. I go to talk to her. She's swimming around a little buoy or something alike on both sides and then goes back. She's supposed to make this trip perhaps once every X minutes or hours, but she is doing it on an endless loop. Eventually she comes out of the water and walks somewhere. Woow. Quite a big woman. She has a bit of a weepy story. At some point I don't really feel like listening anymore and I somehow sort of delegate this task to the dude that's with me. While walking, I spot two girls in the distance. One is a black girl with glasses that I've met at a language cafe in reality. I can't see any defining traits of the other girl, but I assume that to be the friend who was with her. I look the other way. I'm not feeling conversations right now.

      I get a message on my phone. It seems like whatsapp. I'm tasked with babysitting the army right now and someone has gotten themselves into a situation. This person has sent a picture of what seems like 2 barrels near a beer place where they're trapped and there's fire or something like that. I ask the guy that's distracting the 'swimming woman' if he recognises this place. It's just down one of the side streets. That particular street is glowing with green light because there are several beer companies next to each other; at least Grolsch and Heineken. I go over and make a quick entry to the 2 barrels, which I immediately try to extinguish by conjuring up a big amount of water. There's no fire to be extinguished though and no water appears. Still I persist. I try to start with a droplet of water, which appears, and add more and more to it. I've got a little string of water going now.
      Suddenly it dawns onto me that I should try harder, cause things in dreams only happen if you believe in them. I'm now thinking about whether I should just continue the water or solidify the dream. I choose the latter and try to push my fingers through my hand because that will give me a sensation that the water won't. The RC fails. I know that I'm dreaming though. I just shouldn't let go of it. The dream slowly starts fading. I believe that my hearing starts being influenced by the real world, even though this is not true.

      Updated 05-08-2016 at 08:13 AM by 71740

      memorable , dream fragment , lucid
    10. #128: Motor fun

      by , 04-18-2016 at 07:17 AM
      Bed time: 00.30
      Get up: 08.00

      I woke up a few times during the night and tried to SSILD, but I didn't have that much focus. I also fell asleep way too soon again.

      Motor fun
      I'm driving through the city to the campus with someone. At first it is my little brother, but at some point it becomes my housemate. First we're using bicycles. He's driving on my right side. We're talking about something, but I can't remember what. Eventually the topic of school comes up. It's a somewhat negative topic because something happened, though again I can't remember what. I avoid asking him any questions. We pass a group of police officers who are walking across the street. My little brother gets stopped by them. I continue a bit further. I think it's at this point that he turns into my housemate and I'm now riding a motorcycle. From the looks of it, it's quite lightweight. I'm standing at the end of the street, waiting. It's a T intersection, with traffic coming from both sides. There's a tram line as well. The shape of the street is like a Bell curve, with me being at the top part. I wait from the traffic from the left to pass (some motorcycles I think). I look right.. just enough time to cross the street and take a left. I do so with quite a lot of gas. A bit too much maybe, as I slide just a little bit. I hit 90 km/h before I slow down at the corner of the street to wait for my housemate. I then have a look at my lights and realise that I have been driving this whole route without. I fiddle with the buttons on my steer. It's a combination of a button on the left part and a button on the right part which does the trick. A bit weird, but ok. Somewhere along the way I think of this as my mom's motorcycle [my mom most definitely does not own a motorcycle]. My housemate shows up. I tell him I was waiting for him here.

      I'm somewhere inside a house. The same housemate is seated and I'm standing. I'm excitedly telling him about the dream above. I make sure to mention that I hit 90 km/h just mere seconds after opening the gas.

      The first dream I can remember from this night (which was a profoundly disturbing one, so I don't feel like writing it out fully) was one where I was in the train with my girlfriend and we were talking about a dude who has been stalking her. He's quite the creep. She ends up going to his house to confront him with a knife but he overpowers her. I step in and overpower him, which creates a hostage situation.

      Another (non-disturbing) one was where I helped my housemate put together some wooden shelves. I put them together in my room to later put them in her room. I don't know why I'm helping her. I don't even like her.
    11. #123: Highway / Room session / Mopeds

      by , 04-10-2016 at 07:21 AM
      It's daytime and I'm with my girlfriend near a transportation terminal. I think it's the backside of Amsterdam Central Station, but it's different from reality. I'm walking on a small bridge. It's one of those rotating platforms they used to make a train change direction. It's been built a few metres off the shore, above the canal. It starts rotating about 90 degrees while I'm still walking on it. It causes me to tumble a bit. My girlfriend laughs at me.

      We enter a bus. It's not a regular service bus, but more like the type you'd use for an organised group trip. We sit somewhere in the middle - back at first, but my girlfriend wants to sit more to the front, so we take the seats directly behind the busdriver. I wonder if we're gonna run into any trouble. Perhaps police stopping us because there are refugees with us. We've gotta take a pretty sharp uphill turn on the ramp towards the highway. The driver messes it up a few times. Man I'm not feeling too confident about this driver. He decides 'fuck it' and just goes straight ahead, dropping the bus at least 5 metres down to the highway underneath. The whole time I'm holding on to my seat and screaming like one would in a movie. I don't feel the impact, but I do think I felt the 'butterflies' in my stomach. I (and some others too I think) want to get out.

      I'm cruising down the highway. A lot of people are doing so on their skateboard. I'm not sure what mode of transport I'm using. I'm careful with passing people, so I'm probably using something bigger and more stable than a skateboard. I'm wondering if I would be allowed to join with a longboard. I'm liking this part of the dream.

      Room session
      I'm chilling in what's supposed to be my room. I've got my 2 laptops (a Mac and another black laptop) on the ground. I'm using my skateboard and going off the tiny ramp I've got here. I haven't taken the effort to move my laptops out of the way. I just skate around them.

      I'm with a few of my best friends, all guys. There's also a girl, who is the girlfriend of one of them. She looks way different than she does in reality. We're in Indonesia. We decide to ride out on our mopeds. We're going to a dentist's house. He's quite rich so he's got a home office. We chill there for a bit, get offered a drink. One of my friends decides to leave for a bit. Another one asks for a different drink.
    12. #97: Hot cop / Bus / Uni

      by , 02-21-2016 at 09:24 AM
      Hot cop
      I don't remember exactly where I am. A kind of restaurant/bar I would say. It seems that I'm with friends. One of them, a white guy, is using my phone to send a message to the police through Whatsapp. The profile picture that the police uses shows that there is at least 1 hot cop. My friend gets her number using my Whatsapp and then continues on his own phone. I ask for my phone back and send the hot cop a message about what happened. Basically my intention is to let her know who she is talking to... I want her to be talking to me of course.

      I'm in a public bus. Behind the wheel is a white woman. I want to get out but she won't let me at this stop, I'll have to wait until the next. I ask her if she is serious and she is. She tells me I can sit down for another minute. I'm quite annoyed by her and start walking around a bit, not wanting to sit down because I refuse to listen to her. I walk to the end of the bus and get out at the next stop. It's been a set back of a few hundred metres. I start walking through the city. It's daytime and the city reminds me of Amsterdam. I walk past some people and can make out some Indonesians talking amongst each other. There's an endless supply of Indonesians in this country.

      I'm at the university, though I don't recognise any of these buildings from reality. I'm standing on perhaps the 3rd floor. There's a trashbin all the way down. I throw some plastic down, but it's caught by the air current and deviates. My second piece of plastic I crumble up to prevent this from happening. I throw it and miraculously it hits the first piece of plastic and now they're in the bin together. Sweet.

      I'm in class. The lecturer is my first grade in high school history teacher. We're talking about the results of the test we just had. It was the 2nd of four tests. I explain my logic behind the grades I wanna get to the friend who is sitting next to me. The logic I'm using is actually from one of the courses I'm following in reality, where we also have 4 tests.
    13. #63: Penisslip / Gym / Sales / Rainbow carpet

      by , 12-24-2015 at 09:38 AM
      I was quite tired yesterday. Went to bed earlier than normal and read a chapter in my book. The chapter was so long that I ended up really going to bed around the same time as normal (about 23:45). I woke up around 08:30. It's now 09:00

      I'm in my mom's living room. I can tell by the big, black couch. I'm with my friend Sel. I can't recall why, but she is making me take off my shirt. There's nothing really sexual going on between us. I also have to take off my pants. Before doing so I take a moment to look which boxer I'm wearing, as I don't wanna embarrass myself with a childish boxer. It's an ok one. I pull my pants down, but the tip of my penis sticks out of the top of my boxer. Ah crap. I tuck it away asap, but Sel starts laughing and tells me she's already seen it. At this point I'm also hoping that I won't get a boner, because having a bulge in my boxer would be really obvious now. I'm hoping she will take something off as well. She is hot after all. She tells me that she is still dating Lukas. Really? Lukas? He is such a nerdy dude. I can't see them being together, her being out of his league. Also the thought that he is still with Lea is vaguely in the back of my mind.

      Gym (this dream is full of gaps)
      We have to travel a long way to a gym for some physical education class or something alike. We actually have to take the train or bus. The person I'm with and I decide to take the bus I think.

      I recall talking to a white male who was somewhat important. We're in a big room and he's showing us around a bit. He might be the dad of the person I'm with. Eventually we have to leave to take the bus again. It's gonna be a long ride.

      We're in the dressing room, along with some other people. It's time to go back home. Again we can choose between the train and the bus. I have a shitload of stuff to carry with me. I consider leaving some behind and picking it up on the second round, but then I remember how far it is and I don't want to do that.

      We narrowly miss the train I believe, so we decide to take the bus instead. While we're driving I come to the conclusion that I've left some stuff behind. Fuck. I call someone, but he's already left the gym as well.

      At some point while I'm still in the bus I hit the stop button, but I do so too early. I can see the train station a bit further in the distance. I consider getting off anyway, because I'm a bit embarrassed. The bus makes a stop, but I then realise I still have to put on my jacket and get all my stuff together. In the mean time some people start getting off. More and more until finally everyone has left. The bus continues driving with me on it and someone makes a comment which I can't remember. The bus descends rapidly as if I'm on a rollercoaster. I can actually feel the sensation and the tingling in my stomach. Then it's over and we've reached our destination.

      Outside of the bus there's a girl to greet me for some reason. A kind of hostess/promo girl. We strike up a conversation as we walk inside together. She talks about the time she had to sing for a group of people.

      Ľ I'm looking at a fullscreen map of the Netherlands. It's all misshapen. Groningen [a city in the north-east] is in the south-west. The map shows some colouring that I don't understand around Groningen. It makes me wonder what it's supposed to represent.

      Ľ My cousin tells us about how she was on the tram just now. She was seated and on the seats behind her, she had put two boxes. One were the parts for a very expensive cargo bike. Another was filled with baby stuff. When she turned around they were gone. Someone must've stolen them. I feel bummed out for her, but at the same time I wonder why she didn't switch places with her stuff so that she could keep an eye on it.

      Ľ My friend Anthony has posted something on LinkedIn. I don't recall the exact message, but I recall thinking that this was more of a FB post. It's about being grateful or something and about a party. Next thing I'm walking in the park during daytime with my friend Jor. Anthony wants to join us, but apparently the two of them are having a fight. Anthony remains quite normal under it and gives me the gist of the story, whereas Jor definitely doesn't want to talk to him. This is a bit of a weird and uncomfortable situation. I pick out a spot in the park to put a blanket down and chill. At first I thought about getting myself involved, but they can figure it out for themselves.

      I'm the officemanager of a salescompany I used to work for. I'm surprised to find out myself, as I wasn't the best salesman. Even though I'm the manager, I don't know shit about shit and I feel like a fool. I get instructions rather than giving them. My people meet their targets though, which practically means free money for me.

      It's daytime and I'm in a public building where a kid is having his/her birthday party. We're out here to make some sales. I strike up a conversation with 1 or 2 people, but no success. Eventually we move outside, as there are more and more salespeople around this place, working for different charities. Outside are people from my office. It didn't occur to me, but suddenly I realise that I'm holding a BNN sign, which is a organisation that some of us are selling for. Not me though. I have a big laugh at this.

      Rainbow carpet
      Not sure if it's me or someone else, but someone is driving a car around and I'm in it. It's daytime and I can make out the street pattern quite well. At some point there is the consideration of where to park (as in, where is the free parking). I recall the places where you have to pay, so lets avoid those at least. We end up at a roundabout.

      The roundabout is a bit of a magical happy go lucky place. There's a fabric of some sorts which has been lain around the roundabout several times. It's rainbow coloured and quite soft and special. Polgara is also present. We are arranging the fabric again so that it's set properly. My little brother is there as well, sitting behind the computer. I tell him to come and help us. First he makes up the excuse that he's doing homework or something alike. Then he comes with a different excuse. And yet another. Dick.
    14. #49: Fragments only

      by , 12-05-2015 at 09:31 AM
      Went to bed around 01:00, but I couldn't fall asleep until I believe 03:00. Woke up at 09:00 and started writing at 09:15.

      Ľ I'm in a room with my ex girlfriend. It seems to be a living room. There's a low rectangular table. At one end there's a comfy chair and I think to the side of the table is a small couch. My ex girlfriend is chasing after me. We're going in circles around the table. Sometimes the direction reverses. I can't recall what the reason is. It's partially for laughs and partially because I don't wanna be close to her. At some point while making a few clockwise runs around the table I figure out a faster moving pattern, by pushing off the couch and chair.

      Ľ It's dark and late. I'm outside, bicycling with one of my best friends to... not sure. The train station I believe. I can't recall why, but I make mention of the idea of buying a baguette and getting drunk. We're now in an AH [supermarket], which doubles as a bikeshop. The shop is quite dark and only the employee/owner is present. We've parked our 3 bicycles a bit to the back, in front of a cooling cell. I talk to the employee/owner and he tells us to park on a certain spot, which we do.

      Ľ I think one of my friends found my new gloves and got excited about them and wore them himself.

      Ľ I'm with a different ex girlfriend. She's telling me about how I hurt her in the past. She says that at one point I said she had whorelegs, because they were big and ugly. She tells me that I was right about them, but that it was mean.

      Ľ I'm in a train. At some point I think I move to another section of the train. I recall there being people about.

      Ľ I've got the small grey blender from my mom and put it up on a fridge that's almost my height. The blender doesn't look anything like I should. I think I take it with me to the kitchen counter to blend a banana.
    15. #36: Music / Selling / Train

      by , 11-23-2015 at 01:37 PM
      With no real way of knowing where I am, I know that I'm in Indonesia. It's already somewhat late in the evening. I'm walking around in a mall and feel like it's near closing time. I hurry a bit, because I still want to buy some earplugs. I enter a store that looks like it's an electronics store. I believe the floor consists out of white tiles, which have been polished until they shine. It kinda looks as if there are two entrances behind one another. As if there is a 'pre-shop' to the actual shop. There are two salesmen standing in the 'pre-shop'. All this consists of just a counter. Without me having said anything, one of them asks me if I want to buy earplugs. He just really wants to sell. Because I came here to buy earplugs I go along with it. I look at the counter. There are purple earplugs connected to a black iPhone I believe. I tell the salesman in Indonesian that I want to try those. I put them in and connect them to my own black iPhone. I'm scrolling through my playlist. I want to try these using the song Backseat Freestyle by Kendrick Lamar. I keep looking through the music I have of him, but I can't find this song. Then I decide that it's no problem, as it's just for testing anyway. I play a song and I can hear it being played double. I take out my earplugs. The sound is coming both from the earplugs and the speakers, but it isn't synchronised. How annoying! This is totally inconvenient. If I sit in an angkot [public transport minivan] everyone will hear it. I want to tell this to the salesman, but I'm struggling to find the words in Indonesian.

      It's daytime and I'm standing somewhere on the street. I'm with a colleague. It's one of my first days as a street sales person. I approach a girl to convince her to become a member of whatever it is I'm standing for. At some point I've convinced her. I put my black bag on the ground and grab 5 pens out of the front pocket with one hand. I present them to her, so she can have her pick of which one she wants to use. There are two green ones which I know are empty already, so I'm hoping slightly that she won't take those. Then I remember that the registration form is still in my bag as well. I grab it out of the main pocket.

      I'm standing in a train, near the end of a carriage. In front of the door to the other carriage is a steel rod on which I decide to sit. It's blocking the way for someone to enter, so I move. I look at my phone to consult the train app for travel information. This new version is bothering the hell out of me. On the left I can choose a time of departure and on the right I can do something similar. Who thought of this? It's totally not convenient! To make matters worse my screen responds erratically to my touches.
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