Various non-lucid scenes: two immortals discussing faith and religion while rummaging around one's kitchen; the owner of the kitchen and her mother are both christian, and I'm surprised and intrigued since I hadn't found that to be very compatible with physical immortality. Rose and Martha meeting all the past incarnations of the Doctor in the TARDIS. There's some fantastical mystery involving spirits, and I was tasked with demonstrating the rational, physical origins of the events - the drama with the spirits is still considered real, but as a sort of reflection of the physical world, not actually physically present there - however, now that I believe it's all been solved and wrapped up, I'm asked a series of questions that force me to go through and reevaluate all my conclusions, suggesting there may be another answer. IWTV references, thinking about Lestat's life-has-no-more-meaning-what-if-i-could-give-you-a-new-life speech, resulting in a bit of an IWTV-themed power trip. That ended in an unpleasant party, which I left and returned to my IRL home. In my home, looking out the window I've noticed various construction or roadwork or similar workers out in the street, and one of them's walking up the driveway. I move away from the windows since I need to go put some proper clothes on, but before I can do anything more than that I hear two of them inside the house, just in the next room. I'm aware that when I deliberately moved away from the windows, they'd mistakenly believed there was no one home and came inside. So I step into sight now and ask them wtf. They're surprised to see someone home. They talk briefly to each other. One of them says, "He's not going to forget. How do you want to do this?" After that, the two of them raise tools as if they're weapons - one of them's holding a hammer, the other a mallet - and although I'm aware this is a dream (I'm thinking as if I knew it all along but felt no need to act on that knowledge before now), I have difficulty defeating them or removing them. In that case, I decide to summon up something to remove them for me - I think of a dragon. One doesn't appear, but instead, as a direct result of that thought, I have a feeling that I think of as "a part of me that hasn't been fed," and with a voice much deeper than my own I say "Get the fuck out of my home," after which I see fire. Then I'm looking at the fire from a distance - I'm somewhere outside, and neither the burning cottage I'm looking at nor the scenery has any resemblance to my IRL home, I've completely changed scenes. Despite this, I believe that I've succeeded in removing those two from the house and feel satisfied. False awakening. I'm in a bed - not one I'm familiar with IRL, though I believed it was in a relative's house - and I reach for my dream journal. I can't find an empty page to write in, and I realize this is an old journal, one I'd already filled up. A few pages have been torn out.
Date: 11 Feb Pre bed: lecithin Wbtb: 1/3+ latte Was feeling super sleepy and even after the latte and mantras, I knew if I fall asleep nothing's going to happen. So I try to seriously to project my intent forward and expect an ld. DILD: I mostly have some unconscious moments and then the next thing I remember is that I am involved in this dream in our old place, some scenario going on, but at the back of my mind is this vague thought about lucidity. It's mixed with all the false thoughts about the current dream, but for some reason I decide that whatever's going on is not to my liking and that this is a dream. My dad's walking around as part of the pre-ld scenario and I follow him to the living room. He sits on the sofa now and I remember about totm. I ask him for a dog biscuit. He instantly hands me something that looks like a rubber dog toy in the shape of a bone. I doubt it's edible and ask him again, where he hands me a smaller version of the same thing. As I examine it, it changes slightly in shape, but I'm still impressed it's the shape of a bone. I ask him a third time, hoping it will finally work. He gives me a small paper package with something like a biscuit sticking from one end. I take it out and it's a bone shaped dog biscuit. I take a bite and slowly chew to feel the taste, it actually tastes pretty nice and fresh, like a normal biscuit and has this very pleasant walnut flavor. Then, I recall I wanted to ask about true love and ask dad. He doesn't give me a direct answer but addresses the question and makes some rhymes (word starting with o?). Mom is now sitting next to us and I ask her as well. She gives me a long philosophical answer that sounds appropriate, but can't really recall. Then I go back to dad and ask again and he gives me his previous answer. I go to my room and decide to leave the place and see my friend a few streets away. I'm floating, moving towards the balcony door and open it using tk/thought, another one behind it, open it as well. I think about floating down like this but want to go in the other direction so descend in a hard to describe dream way down the balconies which by then become much longer than rl. I have the feeling that am moving much faster than the dream is building, so slow down and have a quick look at some items in front of me. Only one more story to jump and I wonder from which side it will be more convenient to go - back yard or the street will yield less distortions. The dream becomes shifty and by the time I reach the street, it changes to a different place. I try to bring the old street back by turning around and describing what should be here. The neighbors, this guy's place. I correctly recall he was in the previous dream. Yet, the street remains the same. The dream soon ends. I feel like continuing sleeping, but start to forget details already.
Today i dreamt i was looking for a guy, it was sunny, i wanted to convince him that my team won, when i found him i told him. "There was a game between sevilla and Yukio" he was angry and told me there wasn't any soccer game among those teams. I said there was and told him yukio had won. he kept insisting. I got angry and went away. Dream elements: -Soccer Technique used: ---------- hours slept: 8 hours
I was at this person's house. And my friend and I were doing some things that I can't remember. Then we went back into this RV that this lady had in her back yard. My friend started to have sex with this lady, and I was watching for a second but I got bored so I left the bedroom. There was this naked girl who kept flashing her stuff at me and looking at me and what not so I walked up to her and asked her if she wanted to have sex. She said no, and looked at me like I was a creeper. So I was like then why do you keep flashing your stuff at me? And she was like IDK. So anyways she left. So I decided to go back in the room, and they were done. So we were talking for a bit and all of a sudden a train/trolley/IDK started coming by and a couple of the kids that the lady had were like "here comes the (whatever) train". So we got up and left to go take a walk. We were pushing wheeled carts down the road and I saw a female peacock. I looked down and noticed that I was naked. At that point I thought to myself I must be dreaming because this would NEVER happen in real life. So I just kept walking nonchalantly without a care that I was naked. We finally made it back to the ladies RV and we were sitting there and I decided to look at my hands and count my fingers, and once I got to five, every finger I counted an other one would pop up. Then we were just sitting there and one of the kids were putting candles on a birthday cake so I asked him if it was his birthday and he said yes. I then touched one of the candles and it lit on fire. So I had an idea. I asked my friend if he wanted to see a magic trick, he said yes. So I asked him to give me a cigarette and he did. Then I showed him my empty hand and snapped my fingers to light the cigarette. Everyone was like do it again! So I did it a couple of times. Then I was talking with this guy and I noticed a clock that said 12:00. I closed my eyes and opened them and the clock said a completely different time. So I just looked at the clock and kept blinking and each time I opened my eyes the clock was a different time. That was when I woke up.
drempt that i was in a video game type dream that i had tried to beat several times . winning envolved some weird usage of a pitchfork on this random system on the tv that was somehow tide into a challange in real life for some reason i thnk having to do with politics\ \drempt i was driving along the beach with my dad. he had just picked me p frfom this crazy intense skate park/boating outing where the two were kind of intermittened. i was like confused wehre we were it seeemd like germany by all the bbeer advertissments i opted we go to monterey to spend the rest of the day with mel and mom then i remember being with matt jajeh and finding like 1000 fucking nintendo 64 gamesa (GOD DAMOT MAT recognize your in a dream OKAY any time you see n64 video games its something to do with your represed childhood dreamz and its not real life OKAY your in a fucking dream cuz you don't have access to a n64 and those games are only in dreams!! so don't get it excited its not real..your in a fucking dream!!) and we were at a tennis match. this sexy black chick asked me to referee and i agreed but then wandered off to where my old rugby team was playing. i said hello and told them about my new team. then my sisters friend wanted to pick me up or something but when she got there matt started hitting on her and i felt like i shoulda said something matt and i had some deep talk about our friendship but i cant remember what i just know we were in my kitchen and he had decided to stay awake so we could talk. come on matt reemember these dream signz
Having not focused on lucid dreaming for a few months, I showed just how easily I can get back into practice by hitting two more in one night. Also, it looks like it helps if I do them on my day off when I'm more relaxed and able to sleep in. …I'm standing in the front hallway. I know this has to be a dream because I was just in bed, and I confirm this by noting that the hallway seems larger and the closet seems smaller than usual. I wonder what I'll find when I turn around, and what I see is Michael Fassbender. (Yeah, at all those Fassy pictures on Tumblr before bed really paid off!) Oddly enough, he's wearing a priest's roman collar -- must be due to that interview I read about him wanting to be a priest when he was little. The first thing that comes to mind is that I want to give him my heart. How romantic, right? I try to reach into my chest. It's like there's a gap where I can get my hand through, but then I hit a bony plate halfway in that stops me from reaching my heart. I try to think of another way to get my heart out, including the possibility of reaching down through my throat. This is pretty gory stuff, actually. Not what I was thinking about when I set out on this task. I look over Michael's shoulder and there is Benedict Cumberbatch, all dressed up in his tux like he's going to some awards show. And as I look at him, my heart just floats out of my chest and into my hands. It's a large heart-shaped ruby that seems to be glowing. I give it to Benedict and he cradles it in his hands as he promises he'll take good care of it. At this point, there was a noise outside that woke me up. I checked my watch and realize I have another two hours before I have to be up, so I roll over and try to go back to sleep for lucid dream #2. I'm walking through work as I listen to "We Go Together" from the Grease soundtrack playing. Wait a second -- they don't play music at work. I see that there is an extra block of aisles where there shouldn't be one and I know I am dreaming again. I look at my hands to stabilize the dream, but my hands start flipping up and down, faster and faster until they're beating like a pair of hummingbird wings. The store disappears and I see a mountain appear, the same mountain that has shown up in a few previous dreams. I start to fly up towards the top but think to myself, "No, wait, I was supposed to do something else." Returning to the ground, I see my coworker Kathy. I've noticed that she turns up in a lot of my dreams hanging out with my friends even though we barely speak to each other at work. I walk up to her and ask why she keeps showing up in these dreams. She tells me, "Because I represent the possibility. I represent what you could be if you would just open up and try harder." I'm not quite sure I'm satisfied with her answer, but I consider it for a moment. Then I decide to try something. I step into Kathy's body to see what it's like to be her. The mountain appears again, this time completely covered with snow. I remember the bonus task of the month and find myself on skis. I've never really skied before, so it takes me a little while to figure out how to start skiing up the mountain. I settle into a sort of cross-country skiing up the steep incline. I do have to pull myself along at times, but I make it to the top, where there's a flat ledge. Kathy is waiting up at the top and tells me that I did a great job. There's a guy waiting there, too, but I can't make out his face. He stands behind me, takes a linen suit jacket and wraps it around me to keep me warm. The jacket seems more like warm weather wear, though. Since it's not enough, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer. I wish I could see who he is because I know who I want it to be. And then my cell phone rings, waking me up.
Dream recall was surprisingly good last night. I remember 2 dreams in full. But I'm going to talk about my more interesting one. This dream I believe was in a zombie apocalypse, although there were no zombies in the dream. I was with a group of people walking down a corridor. I see a group of people I know in a room next to me, however this girl tries to lock the door so they wouldent get out, I attempt to stop her but instead, also get locked in the room. I look around and see some of my classmates, (Elliot, Kevin and Jessica). Halfway through the dream I also notice my sister is in this room. Now this room looked like a bathroom, it was fairly big for a bathroom. It looked ancient and run down, however it had showers, toilets etc. I don't really remember interacting with the other people in the bathroom, for some reason, I feel the urge to have a shower. I go to one of the showers but some boy I don't know takes the shower. I have to use the 2nd shower. I can't get the shower to be warm, but Kevin helps me with the knobs and dials and crap. It surprisingly didn't feel weird showering infront of these people. Halfway through the shower, Jessica comes up to me and hands me a bag of Mcdonalds. She said it was from Charlie Munro (who's also in my class). I open the bag and these some chips, a mcdonalds burger and some disgusting mayonnaise sauce. My sister takes the sauce and my dream stops there! It was an interesting dream, some of it didn't make sense but I can't complain!
I was walking with a group of people outdoors. I think Mum was leading the group, but I'm not too sure. I remember asking where Lake Taupo was, and suddenly it appeared to my right. It was big and it was quite choppy out on the water. This looked nothing like the real Lake Taupo in New Zealand. We walked around it for a while and I looked back to where we had come from. I saw some hills, and it was a clear day.
earlier waking(s?): only memory key worded and back to sleep + I'm a student in highschool class (literature?), the teacher beats the crap out of a student to my right who was not paying attention, he screams at another student on the left side of the classroom who was reading for another class, and he criticizes the reading style of another, I move to stop the initial beating but the teacher stops, I follow attentively along with the reading after that . I'm looking at a book with writing in it but (waking analysis) the words are all squiggles, not letters. + some police cars are zipping by down the street, and one moving about 150MPH blazes by + some people are moving in to a house they've bought, the workpeople are saying it needs more work, they're doing the work, the woman buyer says "I hope you didn't take out the roses," and the guy said yes they had to. later morning (voice journal all dreams at this point). + in a restaurant, I see a childhood friend a few tables away against a wall, I call out to him and ask him if he remembers my name, he remembers first but not last, he says "you're (my correct first name) Taylor!", I say "no, not like Eric Taylor, by the way I love the Friday Night Lights show," I quiz him about where I live, and he gives a joke answer ("about 20 meters north of <somewhere>). and everybody laughs, I realize he doesn't remember much about me, I see a dachshund put its front legs up on a table and take a drink through a straw of someone's iced tea, I think this is hilarioius, then another of my adult friends GS messes with my food and knocks my burrito onto the seat, I reach for it at first (it's broken open) but don't want to eat it "because that's where all the skanky ho's sit!", my friend is laughing uproariously. My original friend who worked in a shop in (some city), I didn't want to embarrass him by asking him if he still worked in that store, he said though no, he turned it into a restaurant, and I should come for a free diner there, some random guy says "let's put on a party for the cheerleaders there!" I agree and point at him like saying "you da man!", he points back and me and we clasp fingertips. + I see a large intricate piece of automated machinery, lots of circuit boards, I see the wires, it's making smooth movements placing lenses in front of cameras, I wonder if the arms could move faster + lying in a shallow pond, I see crayfish in the water, I reach to touch one, I see and feel springs of cold water, a deer nuzzles me, then 2 baby cows are nuzzling my face with their noses, I see a big jet-black plastic-looking bull with meter-long curved horns, I think if he charges me I'm a goner, I stand up with my sword, but he doesn't charge me. There are two holes in the ground of the pond shooting out the cold water, I wonder if it's safe to drink, I think the source of that water is a river beyond the bank in front of me. The water is about one foot deep, and my moving around startled away the small crayfish and other creatures. I"m lying on my back (waking up?) when the cows noses touch my face, completely covering it, I open my eyes to look up seeing the two "baby" (but still quite large) animals standing over me. + I'm eating a thin steak at an expensive steak restaurant, it is brown on the outside, pink on the inside, and a jet-black ribbon runs around the outside of the stake like a piece of sushi, a narrator voice says something like protect your investment, don't use a butter knife to cut your steak (or it could fall on the ground) something arrives in a limousine (steak knives?).
2.19.14 Last night, bec 11:20pm-5am Alarm woke me up at 5am from this dream: Something is broke on the house. Somehow we damaged the roof. So mom goes outside to talk to the handyman that works accross the street. He has a red pickup truck, that has a roof built to make it a box car. He is kinda wondering how the heck did we manage to damage the roof support, but he agrees to fixing it. It will cost a lot and we don't have that kind of money, this soon after some previos repairs. Now I'm in doctors office. They sat me in exam chair. I'm wondering wtf I'm doing there, since I don't go to doctors. There is a small desk with medical tray on my right, and another chair next to it. My dad is sitting there. He is not getting anything done, so I'm not sure why is he there. Female doctor wipes my left knee with desinfectant and she is holding a 5 inch needle. I ask her what is she going to do. She kinda reluctantly says, that she will extract from my knee to see, if the medicine she had been giving me is working. She tells me that she ahd already given me morphine and some sedative. I have a feeling she is not a very good doctor and I get worried. The needle with syringe is now held by a mechanical arm that's bend over me. I'm looking away, waiting for some excruciating pain to start. Then I look at my right knee and needle is touching it and is about to start going through the skin. My dad says my name and I ask him what he wants. He says "I'm just gonna quietly cry here". I debate, wheather to tell the doctor that he is family, and he should not be there, coz the confidentiality issues. I get mad at dad, thinking that I don't need anybody to fell sorry for me. I look and needle is now all the way in. I'm waiting for the pain but there is none. All I can do is sit slightly slumped over in the chair, high on morphine and sedatives. Needle is out, and another doctor comes to me and makes me spit to clear my mouth. She is telling the other doctor, that she needs to be faster helping patients after the procedure is done, for their safety and comfort. I hear my alram going off and I have time to think, that it's good timing, because I just finished the dream.
In my journey as an oneironaut, which has been going on for about 3 to 4 weeks now, this is the first lucid dream I've had that I've been able or thought to exert control over. It happened on the night between the 8th and 9th of this February. This lucid dream was a DILD, as well as a MILD. In the dream, lucidity was triggered by a hand-based reality check. I had just finished up some classes in my school that confused me and was standing outside in a long queue of students whose purpose I didn't understand. The yard outside was similar to the one from my previous school, rather than my current one; but in this entry, I'm focusing on what happened afterwards. Suddenly and out of nowhere, I decided to look at my hands. They were white, as is the colour of my real hands; but when I counted the fingers, I had trouble with counting five on one hand. At first, I wondered if I'd miscounted; and tried counting up the fingers on my left hand a couple more times. There was no mistake. I had six fingers. I recalled what this meant. I wasn't near full dream consciousness, so I doubt I remembered the significance of the event and I didn't remembered what I'd intended to do if I achieved dream lucidity this night. But I did think to control my dream as a result of this realisation; and naturally, my first thought was to fly. I found it fairly easy. I ran a few steps down the ground, kicked off it and took off. I soared high and fast above the heads of my dream characters, who now looked to be in my school's P.E. class. With a bit of a challenge, I lowered to the ground incompletely, without dropping, and then heightened again. I flew over something that was like a tall wall or hedge or mini-mountain. (Since I wasn't at full consciousness, there were still a lot of things I didn't think to question.) I flew to the top of a giant basketball hoop on the other side and sort of stood on it for a moment before taking off again. My schoolmates still see me perform all these feats at this point. Finally, I decided to give flying a rest and try something different. I lowered to the ground and attempted running at super-fast speed. I wanted to run as fast as I had been able to fly. Alas, I was not so fortunate in this endeavour, as running in a dream seems to often be frustratingly problematic. Once I was grounded, I struggled through a few steps and fell over. There, I saw a dark-skinned man who was a competitive runner and I wanted to pick myself back up and challenge him to a race, at which I confidently planned to annihilate him with my dream control. (I later discovered that this dream character was supposedly the fastest runner in the world, which indicates that he may have been based on Usain Bolt.) But this time, I failed as terribly as the last. The man, who now had a crowd of supporters with him, mocked me from above. I tried to pick myself back up and race him again. On the starting line, he blatantly stood ahead of me before it was time to start. I got upset but let him do it in the end because I thought that if I was going to win this race, I would do it regardless of the difference of a metre or two. As we began running, I was still behind; but steadily so. Though I still struggled to run, I felt like I was doing it better than before. And we were running at both the same speed – which wasn’t actually saying much. I found myself wondering then how this character could be the fastest runner in the world. But before any official finish line was crossed, he was gone and I’d crossed into a new territory – the actual yard of my current school. By this time, I had been too immersed in the race to remember that it was just a dream. My lucidity was lost and I went on to dream about classmates and a broken water fountain.
I count fingers - many. I wanted to summon a snowboard race like in olimpic games in Sochi. I flew to mountains and saw some races, but they were not professional. I landed on some race and sunmmon a snowboard behind me. It was on the bench. I took it and put on the ground. I wanted snowboard to fix itself, but failure. So i fixed it by hand. It was about half a minute and i became angry cause i waste my dream time on such a stupid thing. I ride down, but the trace was bad and too high grade.I was upset and flew to find another race. There were less snow and i waned snow, but failure. Don't remember the end of the dream.
Morning of February 19, 2014. Wednesday. I am back in Arcadia. For some reason, I get the impression that I am supposed to be at an extensive class reunion and celebration. I seem to be much younger, though, probably only around twenty. I start to look for people of whom I had a stronger friendship or even association with, but do not find anyone I am looking for. (In real life, longtime classmate and best friend Toby T had a heart attack and I have not heard any updates on his condition - he is slightly younger than I). Around the main high school building are many younger people, probably in their late teens - most, if not all of them, are full Caucasian, many with very light blonde curly hair, almost downy in appearance. They seem to be connected with the reunion but are standing about in a random pattern. I feel a need to express (or announce) myself, so I say, “I had one hundred people to see; one hundred friends to see here, but no one lives here anymore!" That seems a bit rude, I suppose, but then I sneak into some of the administration offices to steal manila folders of information about some of my former classmates, many of which apparently had passed away or moved to a distant location from Arcadia (as is actually the case in real life, for example, another good friend, Roosevelt I, is now a popular singer in Germany). This is the second recent dream relating to looking at manila folders and dossiers on people. In this case, I am in the filing cabinet looking for specific names and dates. I notice documents in various folders that are a mixed-up set of both names and dates, some folders nearly empty, even really old ones from the 1960s. I notice, specifically, dates from the late 1980s, and stop when I come to 1972 and 1973 sections. However, many of the names are unexpectedly unfamiliar. Looking around the large office, I see that the filing system is in an odd, nonviable setup, almost like randomly placed boxes when someone is moving in or out of a place. Filing cabinets are placed randomly (some in the middle of the room) and all of completely different styles and appearance. This is partly related to my real life "seeking” of information on Toby and those I have not had closure with yet (there are only two main ones that I have not found information on or had full closure with as with almost every other person in my life up to now - I have not asked about one of them, and the person who could tell me, I have not straight-out asked her - she is the one who appears in my dream next). I see two girls walking up stairs when I leave the archives and administration areas. No one else (no school authority, that is) notices my unauthorized searches otherwise. One of them is Michelle L, best friend of the “other”. The other girl, a bit higher on the stairs and walking upwards without turning, only has her back to me. Michelle laughs at me, but not in a demeaning or patronizing way - but in a very friendly “when we were kids” sort of way (she seems amazed that I am still “doing something a human would do”). They are dressed as tavern girls from an old TV western such as “Gunsmoke” - with a corset and a purple vertically creased/“stream-lined” low (or partial) bodice with large “corrugated” white ruffles. Michelle, who is Latina and Mexican (and with likely Mayan ancestry) whose last name seems to mean “the fox” in an anglicized corruption, seems to think I am on an infinite “wild goose chase” when I had already found the “key to everything” many years ago, yet I still “wander through old files”, so to speak. Still, there is one more thing I need to resolve relative to my thousands of experiences with the paranormal and the main one who was witness to some of it and is almost as much a “mystery” as the “real” mystery girl once was years ago. Very, very ironic and a strange “turnaround”, almost like being on the other side of a mirror than one’s “previous life”. I can find no file on myself, as if I never existed. In real life, I would have been the file just prior to Michelle. Perhaps that is an additional reason for the laughing and subtle teasing. In real life, she no longer lives in Arcadia, either, so my dream’s scene is a bit ambiguous. The “other” (likely the girl with her whose face I did not see) remains elusive in my “second life” as much as my true twin flame did when I was with the “other”. Two different worlds - both inherently paranormal beyond what anyone would ever believe - likely knowledge I will never resolve. I guess I just want to “know” all of it. Important update: After I posted this, and came back from the store, my wife tells me of a commercial after returning, regarding a brand new (fantasy) television series we had not heard of. It is called “Resurrection” (a play on a possum “playing dead” and coming back symbolic with my own NDE) - apparently about a missing (edit: not missing - died and found) boy who returns, being the same age as (I believe) 32 years prior, when he went missing and apparently “did not exist” (at least alive) all those years. The ad starts by showing him with a red shirt that reads “Mansfield Panthers” which is very significant for me in ways I will not get into (which relates to this entry and a dream of years ago I have not yet included regarding manila folders and the Mansfield name - also relating to a wealthy, snobby classmate and our team being the Panthers at that time). Not only that, he is (according to a short scene in the ad) “from Arcadia” (though not sure of the state). This has happened all the time since earliest memory, but often in a far “closer” and more visually precise sense (for example, exact visual detail even over weeks or years, exact scenarios - even complex detailed ones, and so on). It also mentions “Aurora” - which is where my father’s side of the family lives (in Illinois - though not sure if the locations in the show are met to be fictional - only saw the shorter ad a couple of times tonight (however, this seems to be an error regarding the show’s description as with the implication of missing).. However, the summary on IMDb - “The lives of the people of Aurora (which I think is meant to read "Arcadia”) are forever changed when their deceased loved ones return" does not imply what the ad showed (which was only focused on the boy vanishing - though it turns out on the show, he died and was entombed, not having vanished). Forgot to mention that my wife’s middle name (Gabrielle) also appeared on the screen with “The Power of Love”.
Updated 06-20-2015 at 06:54 PM by 1390
I appear to have lost my dreams this morning. Hopefully they will come back to me...
19.02.2014Running from hunters (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Patrick and I were in some kind of forest. We talked about something when I noticed 2 hunters standing behind him. One of them looked exactly like the hunter from "Jumanji", the other was some woman. I told him what I saw and started throwing rocks at them knocking them both out. We started running out of the forest, crossed a busy street and entered a building which seemed to be some kind of hotel were my whole family was staying. I told them what was going on and Patrick and I continued running, exiting the building and running through some kind of mixture of a national park and a village. Everything looked very European. Sometimes my friend Sven was with us. At some point we ran past a guy pissing at a wall, with another guy standing next to him. Suddenly the pissing guy was an old lady and the other guy was her caretaker. She says, she thinks something is wrong and tells the caretaker to check her underwear. I told the others to wait and we stopped running looking at the old woman and the caretaker. I said I think I know what's going on and told the others that I think she is bleeding down there. If that's the case we will have to help her out by donating blood. I said, I think I have blood type 0 negative but I'm not sure. We talked about blood types while we were waiting for the caretaker to check if something's wrong. Eventually he says everything is fine and we continued running. We end up in a building. At some point we met my family there. My sister had her baby in a buggy with her. The buggy was basically a basket with a single rectangular hole in it, letting barely any light in. We exchanged a few words but then left them. We ran through the building which started to look like the hallways of my former high school. At some point I see a person standing in an open doorway which looked really familiar. I stopped and spoke to him. "Hey, you are... That one guy... Man why can't I remember your name right now?" The person was actor Mads Mikkelsen. He leaves me and enters the room he was standing in front of. We follow him in. In the room were a lot of men sitting at desks like in school and listening to some kind of teacher. They were right in an argument so we kept quiet and stood near the wall. Every now and then I think I accidentally said something which made the men laugh. Pretty sure I should mark forests and hotels as dream signs now.
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