DeDromer

I'm really struggling in the last two weeks with recalling my dreams. I'm having incredibly long dreams every night where i fail to remember what I do, but they feel never ending. This time anyway i have something to journal.

- I'm in a "oratorio" in Italy (place managed by the local priest who offers facilities and playing activities for chosen and kids in addition to little moments for praying together). I'm there with my mother and at a certain point I spot some friends i had in my youth and started to play football together. We then act a little show which the purpose was to have fun of an older guy who was also playing football with us in the past.

- my girlfriend betrays me with another guy and stays days at his place and let me understand she's about to close out relationship. I also about this fact with my friends.

- me and my girlfriend are in Italy in the village of my parents. They just opened a new cafe just after the filing station with an incredible view from the sea (in real life the village is on the hills and the sea is hundreds kilometers far away from the sea). A couple of friends should come but sight show up. My girlfriend and I assist to a pregnancy course in the café.

- I was in a random building and at a certain point there is some text on the wall that morph into Cyrillic (benefit of studying Russian). The thing makes me lucid but I become overenthusiastic and I wake up.

- this dream is semi lucid. Could realise what I was thinking but not really conscious that I was dreaming and could do whatever. I go around in a caregiving island and I kiss random women, especially a very hot blonde girl. Alarm clock wanted me up before i could pass to hotter actions.

- dream: This dream was a mess. Incredibly long and a lot of things happen. At first my girlfriend breaks with me. Then I'm busy saving another girl by a stalker; finally the girl was saved by someone else but I bring her with me on a hotel room and I have sex with her. Then I go to the room aside and discover that my girlfriend was there and could here everything, and she was very sad. I tell her that I want her back and this thing makes the other girl very sad. At the end I stay with the new girl but desire my girlfriend back.

This in extreme synthesis. It was never ending and it includes me going in places, doing actions and talking with people... Thing in common with the best dream:

- dream: I have to take a flight to the Netherlands, and I'm in Italy. I'm at the church and two guys push me out of the church in secret to ask me to join a body building competition, which I decline. I come back to the church to finish the mass and in the meanwhile I tell this to a friend. Then I go to a large gathering to take advantage of the catering service. Then I start to complain with my father that I want a proper lunch before to take the flight. Then I play football. Then I'm at the highschool where I'm the only student who understands the lesson and the professor asks me to help another student. Then my girlfriend comes in the lab complaining that I'm very late to take the flight, which I reply that I have an assignment and that I can take flight later...

Meh?

I wake up from some dream I don't remember. It's dark, I'm in my bedroom with my girlfriend like always. Everything 100% normal. I do what I do everytime I wake up in the night: I plug my nose, just in case. I can breath. There must be something wrong, I repeat it. It's a dream! But it is everything so dark. I think: light! Nothing happens. Light! Nothing. I check again, it's still a dream. I try to switch the light on: it doesn't work (of course! I never pay the bills in the dreams, how can I expect to have the light working?). My bedroom in the darkness is not where I want to stay in a lucid dream. My girlfriend wakes up and asks me "what are you doing?" My answer "I'm having a lucid dream!". "Oh nice!" I then tell her "I have to go now! I have to pass through the mirror" "have fun!" Her answer. I go through the mirror and I say " a dopo amore!" She: "a dopo tesoro!" "Ciao!" "Ciao!" Cute her <3

I finally pass through the mirror to arrive in an other room, in Italy, in the old bedroom of an aunt who died years ago. Boring! I look around, no door, only walls and a window. I try to pass through the walls, doesn't work. I then try to pass through the window, it works! I'm now on the hill where my parents live. Finally outside!

I start to run to take speed and I start to fly, Superman style. I'm to fast, I can't follow the directions very well and I take the wrong ways. But why should I even care about going on the street? I'm flying dammit! I'll try to remember it for the next lucid. The more I continue flying the more the village changes and becomes nothing like the original. The street is completely empty. It becomes night and finally I find people. Unfortunately they are killers with very little desire to talk to me (I share that feeling) and a very big one to kill me with their weapons. Slowly the dreams loses its lucidity and becomes a normal dream. I try to shoot at them using my fingers and shooting bands of weapons but no effect. I try to fly away but they can reach me with their jetpacks (too much GTA). The dream fades.

Woohoo I feel adrenaline and satisfaction and my day has a good start.

I had a very crazy day yesterday that resolved into a crazy night.
I had a little shock when a woman of my team showed signs of depression and psychologic instability and that has for sure influenced my dreams.

- dream: I'm going around with a guy I have little respect of and we were both talking trash of him, but he was thinking that he was actually another person. He referred as himself as "il gallinaccio" (the horrible chicken).

I then woke up, stayed awake three hours, watched porn and engaged in autoerotism, which produced an embarrassing dream:
- a woman that i know and definitely don't find attractive, introduced me to her new activity: recording porn with vocalizations to teach singing to her students. She showed me a videotape (somehow related to the porn I watched when awake) and also gave me an impromptu live demo - which I didn't particularly appreciated. She was very proud and I was very perplexed about the pedagogic value of this approach to singing.