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    1. The Dream where I was Torn between the Man I Love and my Family

      by , 11-19-2011 at 08:45 PM (Folqueraine's Oniric List)
      12.11.2011
      The Dream where I was Torn between the Man I Love and my Family (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I was supposed to meet the man I love in a place (town? Resort?) by the sea, after not seeing him for months. I was very excited, but then I learnt that my parents were coming to see me too (I haven't seen them in as long).
      I wanted to see my parents, but I was pissed that they were spoiling my reunion with Joan, all the more so since I'd pointedly avoided introducing them in the last year. I told them so on the phone and they were angry.
      I was at the place already. I decided to let my parents come, and called Joan to tell him of the situation and that we could meet later. The next morning, I greeted my parents, and a minute later Joan appeared. He looked very good and smiled at me with a look saying he got things under control and he'd make sure to make a good impression on my parents, and I smiled back, reassured.
      Tags: dad, family, love, mom, sea
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      non-lucid
    2. The Dream where I was Torn between the Man I Love and my Family

      by , 11-19-2011 at 08:45 PM (Folqueraine's Oniric List)
      12.11.2011
      The Dream where I was Torn between the Man I Love and my Family (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I was supposed to meet the man I love in a place (town? Resort?) by the sea, after not seeing him for months. I was very excited, but then I learnt that my parents were coming to see me too (I haven't seen them in as long).
      I wanted to see my parents, but I was pissed that they were spoiling my reunion with Joan, all the more so since I'd pointedly avoided introducing them in the last year. I told them so on the phone and they were angry.
      I was at the place already. I decided to let my parents come, and called Joan to tell him of the situation and that we could meet later. The next morning, I greeted my parents, and a minute later Joan appeared. He looked very good and smiled at me with a look saying he got things under control and he'd make sure to make a good impression on my parents, and I smiled back, reassured.
      Tags: dad, family, love, mom, sea
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      Uncategorized
    3. The Dream of the Girls on Horses and the Gun Fight

      by , 06-26-2010 at 10:21 AM (Folqueraine's Oniric List)
      So I was with this other girl who was my little sister, and we left a group to go on a journey on horses. We were in the country. The landscape was pretty, although the sky was cloud-covered: gentle hills covered in grass and moss, and sorts of pine trees.
      At some point I went behind a tree to pee, and I noticed a chain-link fence not too far to my right, and black puffs of smoke rising behind it. I told my sister about it. Suddenly, a man appeared behind the fence, and I recognized him as our enemy. He started to shoot at us with his rifle.
      Me and my sister sort of played hide and seek with him and his mates, hiding in the large trees. While we were doing this, the landscape morphed slowly. A row of low buildings/shops appeared in the distance behind us, and a mini horse-riding centre/sports centre appeared right behind us.
      The guys on the other side of the fence had found a way to cross it and were getting closer to us. We could do nothing but hide. At this point, a friend from the original group (another teenage girl) joined us. She had a gun too and started counter-attacking. Then, more people joined us and the bad guys were defeated.
      All the good guys gathered in the nearby building, which at this point looked like a greenhouse. The building was well developped underground, with a nursery, a cafetaria, etc... (in fact, it looked like a bunker).
      Several people on our side were wounded, among whom a close friend (possibly my sister) who needed blood. So I decided to inject blood in her with a tiny syringe. There was some air in the syringe, so a friend with some medical background warned me against injecting the air in her bloodstream, which could kill her.
      Then, I carried an unconscious girl in my arms. I stopped in the cafetaria to chat with some of the guys, then went on my way, wit the girl in my arms, to find a place to lay her down. I thought of a little train wagon we have near the bunker. Many of our allies were there (some of them were actual soldiers), I think I saw Captain Picard too. I had to ask Robert Downey Jr to move his arm so I could let the girl rest on a train couch.

      Influences:
      - The Mammoth Hunters, by Jean Auel, for the horse-riding journey bit
      - FallOut 3 for the raiders attack and bunker bit
    4. The Dream fo the Girl turned Half-Black and Shipped to America

      by , 06-20-2010 at 08:32 AM (Folqueraine's Oniric List)
      20.06.2010


      (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      In 19th-century France, I am the daughter of a pretty wealthy family. I have a sister about my age (about 20).
      My family is greatly shocked by the revelation that I am half-black (although, what that reveals about my mother's behaviour is a subject never touched upon) and decides that I should be sent to live with an uncle in America, because it's too shameful to keep a mulatto child where everyone could see her.
      Although I was milky white before, the revelation has triggered a change in me. My skin is getting darker, my lips thicker, etc... I remember, at some point, looking in a mirror and thinking (with my 21st-century mind) that I looked very good, in fact. However, my black hair was still perfectly straight, and I wondered when it would start curling. My sister suggested that only the newly-grown hair would curl, and even so, it wouldn't be very curly since I was only mixed-raced, and not totally black.
      Most of the dream is about the preparation of the journey, in which my sister has to take part too. (our parents are probably afraid she'll start turning black too). I remember packing, choosing what I could take and what should stay.
      My parents explained the journey to us: first we would travel from our home to a place called Fécamp, the harbour, from which we would get on a boat to New York, Maryland.
      (yes, geography can be quite wonky in my dreams. Did I tell you of the dream were Spain was in Africa?)
      Then we would take a coach to my uncle's place.
      I asked my parents if we needed money to pay for an hotel, but they said our uncle lived close enough to New York that we wouldn't need to stop for the night.

      Updated 06-20-2010 at 08:34 AM by 8172

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      non-lucid
    5. First lucid, sort of

      by , 06-19-2010 at 09:13 PM (Folqueraine's Oniric List)
      Around 2006-2007



      I was hiking on the left side of a forest-covered valley, a very deep valley with very steep sides. The trees were absolutely huge, and I remember thinking it was one of the coolest dreams I ever had (hence the "semi"-lucid). The scenery reminded me of Rivendell in the Lord of the Rings films...
      I was in company of many people, among whom my father and one of my aunts, and we admired the landscape whilst walking...
      At one point we saw a very long, thin and fragile looking wood bridge that crossed the valley, like 200 feet above the river.
      It was winter and the top of the valley was covered in snow, but as we walked down the snow disappeared.
      The path was narrow, windy and in some places dangerous, the ground crumbling under our feet. As we walked down, we walked under another bridge, a real, solid bridge made of red bricks, we walked near one of its piles...
      Then the trees became even bigger, their roots were enormous, some bigger than us, and covered in green moss, and I remember thinking the trees had to be centuries old.
      Then the little girl downstairs started to have an argument with her mom and I was forced to wake up.
      Categories
      lucid
    6. The dream of Poulgolo cloister

      by , 06-17-2010 at 09:56 PM (Folqueraine's Oniric List)
      Before 2002.



      Poulgolo is part of a moor on Quiberon peninsula, in which relatives possessed a small patch of land without any building, just heather and pine trees. In this dream my grandmother gave me a guided tour of the property, the biggest part of which I didn't know. Other members of my family, such as my younger cousin Joss, my uncle Pivy, were also there. There was actually a cloister on the property, or a half-cloister (only two "walls"), turned North-West. The rays of the setting sun enlightens the place through the pillars. On the East side of the cloister is a huge room with only three walls (the South side is open), without any window or light, so that seen from the entrance, it looks empty. In fact when you progress into it, you can see that the wall on the other side is not finished, there is a 60 cm (2 ft) opening between it and the ground, on all the length, hidden in darkness. We all get into it, using church candles to give us light. Behind the wall, the room is a really huge amphitheatre (or a giant stairway?) going down earth's depths. We walk down for several minutes. It is very wet, there are puddles and moss grows, so it is very slippery. We can't really see the walls on either side. We finally reach the bottom, where there isn't anything particular, just a big stone wall. We go back up the "stairs". My grandmother gives me the cloister and its secret amphitheatre.

      I cannot really interpret this. Someone give me something that was kept secret, so it must be of some value, but in the end it is a dead end.

      A regular pattern in my dreams : I discover that a place I thought I knew was in fact much bigger, with underground levels or hidden passageways. In my list of dreams, this features is joined with the criteria "something is not what it looks like".
      Another systematic feature: the orientation. In my dreams there's always a North, East... (and so on). Geographically speaking, it is most of the time very coherent, to the point that I can draw maps of the locations.
      Another common feature : religious locations. Many dreams occur in churches, monasteries or religious looking-buildings, even when there is no religious "action". It is worth mentioning since I am the most obtuse atheist. Is my unconscious calling for more religion in my life? Or should I say "was it", since I less frequently dream of such places these days?