4/9/16 Dream 1: I was watching a female runner winning the gold medal in some event. Later on it turned out she was a drug cheat and the whole athletics community was in turmoil. Dream 2: I was going into school for a lecture on animation or some similar topic. I went into the toilet before class though, however found someone in a cubicle performing some sort of crazy ritual with candles and tapestries. I asked him what he was doing and he flew into a rage and started attacking me, so I fought him off, kicked him back into the cubicle and bolted it shut, trapping him inside. I then told a teacher about him and went on my way. Fragment: Celeste.
3/9/16 Fragment: Basketball.
2/9/16 Dream 1: I was at the Olympics watching an athletics event. Dream 2: I was watching my younger brother's cricket team playing. They won easily and the other team's coach wasn't happy at all. Fragment: Going around a shopping centre. Dream 3: I was teaching some people about lucid dreaming (doh!) and some sex ed stuff. I then went home and my younger brother was using a 3D printer. I asked him how he knew how to use it, he said he didn't really and I taught him a bit about how it worked. Dream 4: I was on a space station and a crisis was unfolding as a rebel group had snuck their way in and captured the prince and took him back with them, demanding surrender in return for the prince's release.
1/9/16 Fragment: I was scrutineering the media or something similar at a Trump rally.
31/8/16 Fragment: I was rock climbing. Dream 1: I was designing a pool for a leisure centre, including exercise areas and lanes and more relaxing areas. I was correcting some ideas my brother came up with and started telling the builders what to do. Dream 2: I was going into school in the evening to some kind of meeting.
30/8/16 Dream 1: People were getting sucked into a big pipe and being spat out the other side as similar but slightly changed versions of themselves. Dream 2: I was given some advice and instructions by a pro gamer in both Dota and Wizard101.
I'm somewhere in a city, together with a white girl my age. We seem to be spies and we're a team. Perhaps we are also in a relationship, though I'm not sure about that. We're about to start our mission. We've definitely done something similar before, because as we start I even say something like "here we go again" in English. We're a few metres above street level and jump a bit down onto a brown wooden walkway (which I think wasn't meant to be a walkway) to cross the road. On this side of the road are a bunch of shops, in a neat row, like any shopping street. The building style is quite old, gothic perhaps. There's grey concrete pillars and presumably arches about 2 metres in front of the shops. We take care cause we spot a police officer outside and there's another one inside one of the shops. Both of them are white, one male, one female. I think it was the female who was still outside. We hide behind one of the pillars. We're right in front of a bookshop and we decide to go in, I think for information. The bookstore is well lighted, everything is bright. It's a neat place. I get a bit distracted by my passion for books. We look around, trying to be inconspicuous. They are having a sale. Every single book is 9 ... euro's? Pounds? Not sure. 9. As far as I remember, only the owner of the shop was present. She reminds me of a university lecturer I had.. or perhaps it's her. A white woman in her 40s with slightly curly hair. I'm not sure of the colour anymore. My partner and I only look, never touching any of the books. We're standing at a low bookcase near the window. My partner decides to go outside to view the books in the window. She gives me a look. I don't remember what type of look. Not to get distracted perhaps? I walk around the bookshop and once I've reached the final bookcase, I let out a small sigh. The owner, who is behind a round counter, responds to it. Something along the lines of "can't find what you're looking for?" I respond with "you must've heard that sigh a lot." She starts asking me about my book preferences so that she can help me out. I tell her that I'll read a lot of things. The last things I've read are fantasy books though. She is a bit uncertain, but finally decides to show me two books. I don't remember the first one (or perhaps the second one). The one that I do remember is a gigantic book. It's got a blue cover. At one point it's open on the very last page and I see a price that says "0.09". I know it's meant to be a price of 9 ... whatever currency. The girl is now back as well and we go through the pages, flipping carefully towards the front. There's no text. It's all paintings. At one point I see a painting of a man's face that a friend of mine made a year ago, only this is much bigger. I'm surprised by this. Did my friend's work get published somehow? Did she just copy paint an existing painting? We continue flipping. Dragon. Some of the pages are torn and the lady says we have to be careful. People have been mishandling this book, causing some tears along the lines of the paint. I like this book, especially considering it's price. There's no way I can take it with me though. I start anticipating a sales pitch from the woman. I anticipate that she will suggest home delivery. Even then, it would take up too much space in my room.
I was hanging out with my dream guide when she was suddenly gone. I called out,"Kim!!!" Then realized I do not know her name. Could it be Kim, or did she just remind me of someone in waking life.
I became vividly lucid and realized I could not think of any goals. I considered just having sex. What a low level of of devotion. I ended up just going for a joy flight.
A fun series of LDs involving a plot. There was at least 3 distinct sequences in which major scene changes. A witch was trying to steal babies. We had to sneak in and get them. The witch chased me with both of us flying. I stole her slipper because I figured it could be a magic slipper. She sicked bats on me and I tried to shove the slipper down a chimney. A bat was in the chimney and kept me from putting the slipper down there. Good fun. Vivid and long complex story.
I don't remember this dream well, but I will do my best at describing it. I was with my mom and were going to a shop, from outside it looked like a bakery, the pastries were so deliscious looking, but alas we couldn't go in because it was closed. My mom and I left, we came to a counter, a mixture of walgreens and something else came to mind as my mom had to sign something for us to leave. As quickly as we left we returned, and still the bakery was closed, once again a major disappointment. We signed to leave again. And finally, a third time. We came back, it was dark in the bakery...but also....it looked different. Not because it was dark but, it just looked VERY different. The walls were no longer white, they looked to be a shade of tan or brown, the floor wasn't tiled anymore either and the glass that pastries were in, wasn't there. Though it was pitch black far back. A counter with a black rim was to the left from where I looked inside the window. And a man, his hair was pulled back and he was dressed nicely. His hair was silver and his skin full of wrinkles, but only for a second. He became a young man with pretty brown hair and flawless skin, still in his nice clothes...and...now this is the weirdest part. He wore a black gas mask with a copper end, he looked at me for but a second. But a second was just long enough for the eerie feeling the building now held to become, almost like fear, not run away screaming fear, but just 'I'm gonna turn around and never come back' fear, if that makes sense. My mom began walking and I followed, we left for the last time, and then I woke up.
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