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    1. #173: No Vaseline / Movie

      by , 07-09-2016 at 03:07 AM
      No Vaseline
      It's daytime. I'm somewhere outdoors in a hilly area. There's a survival camp type of activity going on. I'm with quite a group of people. Someone is instructing us on how to pass the course / do all the exercises. At one point there are pull ups or dips and the instructor can't decide for a moment in which way we'll do them. He decides on convict style [not sure if that's a real thing, but that's what he called it]. The instructor is a friend of mine, Frank. At some point Hillary Clinton is also present. I'm aware of the fact that we've all paid her IDR 50,000 to participate in this. I'm discussing a bit with my friends about whether she's making money off this or if she is breaking even. There is one dude who doesn't seem to get what to do, so he'll get more instructions later. We're standing near a railing, I think made out of wood, watching the events unfold a bit below us. In the meantime I'm rapping along with Ice Cube's No Vaseline, which I can hear from somewhere. There's one line that is incorrect, but I dismiss it. Then my favourite line in the song is incorrect, which makes me go like 'what the..' I start looking around to determine the source of the song. There's a group of guys chilling at a picknick table behind me, with a big speaker next to them. Motherf... My friend asks me what's up. I tell him that they have the shitty version. Somewhere along this dream I talk to Kristina, asking her whether she has learned to sing yet. There's another girl, though I don't know who, who is supposedly also my friend. She wants to learn to ride a motorcycle. I tell them to do some type of challenge to learn it within one year.

      I could actually hear the song, instead of just knowing the sound was there.

      Movie
      It's Tuesday and I'm supposed to meet my project group for a movie. The dream is confusing a bit. The movie will be in another city. I've been negotiating with my mom for a bit, and for some reason I will pick her up at my grandma's place or in that city. At one point it seems like I will go to the movie with Jorn. That can't be right. I haven't talked to him in forever. Project group, right. The movie title was just one word, but I forgot what it was. I can't find the movie in the programme though. Hey.. but I already paid my classmate to buy the ticket. I ask a question about it in the whatsapp group. Ow yeah.. the movie got cancelled because there was not enough audience and we're getting a refund.
    2. #172: Cat splinter

      by , 07-06-2016 at 06:30 AM
      I don't recall any of my surroundings. I have a splinter in one of the fingers on my left hand and I'm vaguely aware that I am dreaming, though not fully. I use my thumb and index finger to squeeze the skin on the finger of my left hand, to get the splinter to come out far enough for me to pull it out. Something black starts popping out of it. It's the head of a cat. I let go so I can hold onto the cat and pull it out, but it sinks back in again before I can grab a hold of it. I repeat the squueze, this time holding on longer so that the cat will come out farther. I start to become more aware of this being a dream, but just at that moment I wake up because of a dog barking.

      Often when I wake up like this from a lucid, the thing that woke me up was not really there in reality. This time, it was real. I could put up a post on the rant forum about how much I hate my neighbour's dog -_-
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    3. #171: Fragments

      by , 07-05-2016 at 02:16 AM
      Bed: 23.00
      Wake up: 07.45
      Now: 08.00


      Fragments
      » I'm sitting on the couch in my mom's living room together with my little brother. I'm looking out the window. There's a party going on on the other side. The building is missing a wall, allowing me to look inside. There are just a few people, all teenagers. I'd say about 8 girls and 2 guys. I can't hear any of the music, making the dancing seem all the more weird. Adding to that is that the people are dancing in different rhythms. Is this a silent disco? I tell my little brother to have a look.

      » I remember seeing a list of anime's. Three of them are different variations of Naruto. There's the original, Shippuden and then some other. Naruto is slightly older in every one of them. There's also something going on at one point, where I can select a character from the anime. I choose Shikamaru. There's something going on with a needle passing the screen and my finger. It's sowing into my finger. I can feel the pain of it a bit.

      » I'm looking at FB on my laptop. The timer of stayfocusd seems to have run out, yet I'm still able to keep spending time on FB. Perhaps the timer won't allow me to reload?

      » I'm in Indonesia, looking for a toilet. At some point I finally find one, though it's weird looking. I decide to pee anyway. Some people enter the hallway and with the door and walls being quite shady in this situation, I'm afraid of being spotted. Eventually a slightly older woman wearing a hijab and glasses comes in. She informs me that this is not a toilet, but a wasbak [sink]. Damn. A few seconds later, two women/girls exit from two white doors behind me, which seem like the actual toilets.

      » I've just finished doing... something. Work perhaps. I've already gotten mostly dressed, but I hop into another big dressing room. A girl joins me in there. She leaves shortly after. I'm pretty much all done getting dressed. All that's left is for me to put on my black vest and my backpack and leave. I do this as slowly as possible, hoping that the girl will come back before I leave. She does come back just before I exit. A few moments later an English teacher from my high school is also there. She's asking what the plan is. The room has turned into a hotel bedroom with 2 separate beds. She's asking in a way that tells me she doesn't want me here. I tell her I wasn't planning on staying. I'm actually from this city, so I have a place to sleep. In my mind I curse this woman [who I already hated anyway].

      » I'm meeting up with a friend on my way out. He invites me to join him and my other friends to [something] Monologues, or something. It's a play at [...] TTT. I'm trying really hard to resist, as I have a thesis to finish. In the end I give in, thinking to myself that I should allow myself to have some fun as well. I buy a ticket online for € 27,- In the end my friend informs me that he won't be going anymore. Fuck.
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      non-lucid
    4. #170: Fireworks / Money

      by , 07-03-2016 at 02:46 AM
      Fireworks
      I'm in what seems like my mom's living room with some of my best male friends. One of them is apparently the inventor of some very popular fireworks called the draaitol. I never knew this. How come he never mentioned this? He starts playing around with fireworks in the home. At one point I'm afraid he might set the place ablaze.

      Money
      I'm in a restaurant with my best male friends. We have just finished our food and it is time to pay. The bill is in IDR. My meal is IDR 22.something. I look in my wallet and spot the green IDR 20.000 bill and put it on the table. It takes a while for me to realise that I haven't paid enough. I should also pay a beer which cost ~ IDR 44.000. I go through my wallet again for more money. I am IDR 10.000 short. Either the dream changes, or my mind is playing with me. I'm suddenly thinking in euro's. My part of the bill is ~ € 66. I tell my friend that I can either pay the remaining € 10,- later, or I can give him IDR 100.000, which is about € 10,-.
      Tags: friend
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      non-lucid
    5. #169: Fragments

      by , 07-02-2016 at 02:24 AM
      Bed: 23.30
      Wake up: 07.55
      Now: 08.05

      Fragments
      » I'm along the side of a highway. There are some metal fences and quite a large gap which I use for parkour practice. I perform several precision drops to the fence below me. At first it's going quite alright, but as I move further to the right, the likelihood of falling into that deep gap increases. I become more careful and as a result, don't execute my jumps well.

      » I'm with friends, on the bicycle. We're with quite a large group. There's one couple, who are friends of mine. A girl who is supposed to be my girlfriend is also present. I'm just having fun together with the guy of the couple. We're at the front of the group and my girlfriend is more to the back. I think this is gonna cause me to get into some trouble with her later on. It feels a bit as if some part happens twice. At some point I'm in a bookstore, when my girlfriend catches up. She mentions that something that she was cooking was slightly burned.

      » I'm sitting at a table, with my old classmate Re next to me. It's evening. It's kind of a warung type of place. She has her head placed in my lap a few times, which ultimately leads to some sexual jokes. At some point I wonder where this could go, but there are people around, so it's best not to do anything.

      » I meet a white guy who seems to be an Australian in his 20's. He tells me that he has been appointed as the new manager of BAM cafe for a few months.

      » I'm riding along a big road on a motor, together with a friend, who has his/her own motor. It's a little bit of a rundown road. We actually seem to have gone in the wrong direction, not that I really manage to care. There's an explanation of sorts. A voice over? At one point there is an explanation about poor people taking out loans and carrying the money home with them in inconspicuous bags. I consider for a moment that I could easily steal this woman's bag. I won't. It'll cause a lot of trouble for her.

      » I'm with my friend Julia. We just went out (with a group?). It's evening, dark. At this point it's just the two of us. We arrive at what's supposed to be my place. There is some chemistry, but isn't she married? Nothing is going to happen at my place anyway, as it's a men only building. I ask her how long it would take her to get home. She mentions it's 20 minutes walking. I tell her I can take her on my motor. She refuses at first, but because it's quite long and it's dark out and she's alone, I offer again. She says it's a good idea and thanks me for it. She also tells me not to expect anything to happen, but in a way that says that there is a possibility of something happening.
    6. #168: So Dutch

      by , 06-30-2016 at 01:35 AM
      Bed: 23.30(?)
      Wake up: 06.35 (aside from lying in bed awake while the mosque did its thing)
      Now: 07.20

      So Dutch
      I'm in Indonesia. Two of my Dutch friends are present, IT guys. I'm walking up a set of concrete stairs. At the top I talk to an Indonesian guy. I'm here to give some advice regarding cables. I can't recall what type of cables they are, but they are aboveground and in the way while you walk. I think it's an impractical design like this and I suggest the guy to move the cables to the side. Then I consider for a moment that I'm taller than most Indonesians. Let's see if I can walk underneath the cables. I don't remember if I could. I also notice that the steps are not identical, making the walk down/up less than ideal. I tell the guy and he tells me that he got a good price from an Australian firm for the stairs. I tell him I can see why. You get what you pay for. Now I feel bad. The stairs are actually quite decent, but I make it sound like they're ridiculously bad. I just trampled the guy's pride.

      There's a party at roughly the same place. There are quite a lot of Dutch people. There's one white girl, wearing a white dress, who just hikes up her dress to.. I'm not sure what she did. But since she's either wearing a thong or no underwear at all, her butt is on full display. Now another Dutch friend is also present. Two of my friends are talking about sex and alcohol with some local people. Knowing it's a sensitive topic for many people here, I tell them to knock it off. At some point I'm standing next to a white (Dutch?) girl. She's quite drunk already. I take the glass of champagne / white wine from her hands. Suddenly my old housemate appears, handing her a new one. I tell him that she's already drunk. He's purposefully trying to get her even more drunk to make it easy to convince her to have sex. Asshole.

      I'm walking inside somewhere with a group of people. It has a bit of an airport feel, the way when you go to the gates (at Schiphol at least). There are two older white men standing behind a counter somewhere. Someone mentions that they must be Dutch and we strike up a conversation. Yes they are.


      Canoe
      I'm in a canoe or something similar, on a canal or a river. I'm with two friends, a guy and a girl, who are on a quite big boat. I think they sink for a moment? I myself think about the fact that my iPhone is still in my right pocket. I better not sink. We are ambushed. There's a kind of tripwire which causes me to capsize. Fuck. My phone. I'm not sure if the others also fall for this trap. The people responsible are two guys. I think I/we go after them by land. Either that, or I was fantasising about the way I would beat one of them up for this. Some more stuff happened, but I can't recall it.
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      non-lucid
    7. #167: Movie / Holding hands / Epic medieval fight

      by , 06-28-2016 at 01:30 AM
      Bed: 23.00
      Wake up: 06.35
      Now: 07.00

      Movie
      I'm inside somewhere. A company visit / business case of a company I really like has just finished. We're busy exiting. I tell Jim that the case was interesting, just to make sure that he keeps me on his mind. Outside the room, on the hallway, is another employee of the company. We start heading towards.. someplace.

      I'm now in a big lecture hall. It feels as if we've walked here from the other place. We're going to watch a movie. My high school English teacher is leading the class. Eventually we're somewhere along the 50 minute mark, perhaps even further. The video is streaming slowly cause the school/uni connection is shitty, sometimes forcing us to pause. Someone explains the technical stuff to my teacher. She asks us if we will have enough time to finish it. We have 30 minutes left in this class and 40 minutes of movie left. My friend Lin tells her that we do. Huh? Idiot. Meanwhile I'm seated, with my bag in front of me on the floor. I open and close the zipper a few times, probably being very obnoxious, considering that we're watching a movie. I've got candy inside in a see through plastic bag, which I share with my friends and cousin. I still make a lot of noise.


      Holding hands
      I'm walking outside with a lot of people. Not sure where we're going. My first ex girlfriend is walking to my left. She decides that she wants to hold my hand. Her boyfriend is somewhere in the crowd, walking behind us. We're at the very front. I tell her that this isn't a good idea. At some point I wonder whether she is trying to make her boyfriend jealous or whether she genuinely wants to hold my hand. She mentions that her boyfriend is holding a girl's hand as well. I look and see that he's doing one of these poses where he creates a loop with his arm, allowing the girl to place her hand in the loop. I tell my ex that we would be better off if we were walking to the back. She varies in how intensely she holds my hand.

      Epic medieval fight [literally the only note I took of this dream]
      I'm somewhere outside in a mountainous area. There are quite a number of armed forces. I feel like Thor [Chris Hemsworth version] is also present. A fight is about to go down. Our side is trying to ambush a different group, but our advance group gets ambushed in return. There are so many different groups which have allied to the group that I belong to that I'm no longer sure which uniform belongs on my side and which doesn't. At some point I'm in need of a weapon. There are some scissors. Nah. There's a bamboo pole with a kite attached to it. Perfect. I ask an old man to cut the string to the kite. He uses some big scissors which look pretty damn awesome as he's cutting the string. Really?! You couldn't tell me in the first place you had that?! I take both the bamboo pole and the scissors with me. I'm not sure how I'll use both, as this bamboo pole will serve as a two handed weapon. I put the scissors in my right back pocket. I encounter 3 white girls standing close to what seems like a coin buying stand at a fair. The 3 girls are my height and are dressed identically. They all have the same gun and are aiming for me. I use the bamboo pole to slap their arms away to throw off their aim. This isn't something that I can keep up long with the 3 of them. I advance so that I can use my scissors. I'm not sure what happened next, but I'm victorious. I start talking to the girl behind the stand. She was going to give her number to those girls for some reason. I ask her to give me her number instead, and she hands me a white paper with her number. The girl herself is quite pretty. The only details I can remember is that she's a white girl with black hair. I put the number in my front left pocket and tell her that if I don't die, I will call her.

      Fragments
      » There's some family gathering going on. My cousin is present, as well as my little cousin, who I take with me into an elevator. At some point my cousin and I (and someone else) are eating.

      » I'm walking from the hallway of my dormitory into my room. To my left I see an Asian girl walking away from me. I stare at her for a moment. I make sure to look away the moment she looks back. I walk into my room. I look out my room to look at her again. She turns back, presumably to see if I was looking. I think she caught me.
    8. #166: Table / Home / Ex and bags / Modelling

      by , 06-27-2016 at 01:39 AM
      Bed: 23.00
      Wake up: 07.00
      Now: 07.20

      Table
      I'm in a house. There's a long, rectangular table, with I guess about 10 people sitting at it. There's my best friend, with her brother and father. There's Tina. And then some others I'm not sure about. At one point I make a comment to my best friend about people not sitting in their seats or something. She tells her dad and brother, who immediately go back to their seats. I ask her if she realises that I was joking. Next thing I'm suddenly online with whatever device, sending a message to her dad who is in America. I make a joke about not wanting my friend to be pushed off the sidewalk. He doesn't get it. The profile picture he uses is off a Repsol bike.

      Home
      I'm back in the Netherlands for just two weeks. I've ridden a bus to some station. My mom's boyfriend is there. We talk very briefly and then I walk away with.. my mom? And grandma? We walk in the direction of a big building, of which I'm not sure what it is. It's a new building, because I've never seen it before. It looks very old though. It's impressive.

      Ex and bags
      I'm with my first ex girlfriend. It's as if we're still together. We're in bed together I guess. I'm working on getting her horny, with success. She is on her period though. She shows this by using some weird.. I don't know what it is. A rectangular pill box for her birth control. The thing becomes red if she's on her period. Dirty, glowing, bloody red. There seems to be actual liquid inside. She's hoping that we'll still have sex. Nope! I on the other hand am hoping that at least I'll get lucky somehow. Nope again.

      I'm in the back of a car with her. We're driving in Amsterdam. There's a blanket partially covering us and she makes use of it to reach down to my crotch. She's not very proficient at being sneaky. Luckily there is no driver and the rearview mirror has not been adjusted for the person in the passenger seat to see what's going on. The car is driving a bit though. Eventually I need to get out. I take my bag with me. Then the car starts to drive off. My mom's doing. I get very annoyed as there is still a bag or 2 in the trunk which I want to take with me. Eventually I get the opportunity for this. There's my big backpack and then there's another one. I consider for a moment which bag I'll really need. I'm gonna see my mom soon, right?


      Modelling
      I'm seeing a WhatsApp conversation on my friend Fi's phone. She's talking to D, the guy who has hired me to model for him. He's annoyed because he thinks I only look internet pretty and not real life pretty, as if my online photo's have been photoshopped. I consider for a moment that it doesn't matter at all, as he'll likely photoshop my pictures anyway.
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    9. #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.
    10. #164: Broom

      by , 06-24-2016 at 03:09 AM
      Bed: ~23.15 (had to hunt a mosquito first)
      Wake up: ~08.30 (cause I was awake for a large part of the night, until I managed to off the mosquito at 4am)
      Now: 09.05

      I'm working in the cinema where I used to work as a teenager. The lay out of the building is the way it was before it was remodelled. I'm standing behind the counter. It's quite busy and it's disorganised. On our side, there is popcorn all over the floor. I attempt to clean up a few times, using a broom. The 2(?) times when I'm holding a broom, the dream is more detailed, as I'm really paying attention to the broom.
      Tags: cinema
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      non-lucid
    11. #163: Cruise & motor

      by , 06-23-2016 at 01:29 AM
      I'm not exactly sure where I am at first, but after a while I'm on a cruise ship. There are quite a number of people. I'm with.. my mom? Not sure. We're just entering a tight area that will lead us to our seats, a bit similar to an airplane. There's a white guy, a crew member, showing everyone their places. I have a very short chat with him. I'm holding a blanket and then move to my spot. Somewhere while moving, I can hear something over the intercom, which changes later into a radio broadcast or something. There's crew discussing about the vegetarian food having run out. There's one woman in particular that is quite shocked by it. She can't believe that that happened and goes on a rant about how non-veggies eat all the veggie food and then the meats, instead of sticking to the meats. Selfish. I'm quickly fed up with it, due to her innocence/ignorance. Yeah, all you can eat, people take advantage. Duh.

      At some point I'm mapping out a route with Google Maps. The route is unclear to me at first, as it involved backtracking. Not sure what happened to this route.

      Next thing I'm on the motorcycle, driving in the evening with my new friend D, towards a house. The other guys are supposed to come too, but I don't see them yet. I'm wondering if I should go find them. Not too long after they show up on their motorcycles as well. Stupid me. They know this area better than I do. It's one of their house after all. I meet an Indonesian guy who is sitting at a table. I accidentally introduce myself as Michael. I correct shortly after. I think his name was Victor. He asks me if I can speak Indonesian. I answer in Indonesian, saying that I can, but that I sometimes talk slowly if it's a live talk, as opposed to instant messaging.
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      non-lucid
    12. #162: Lucid vacuum / Open Window / Tipsy

      by , 06-22-2016 at 02:28 AM
      Bed: 23.00
      Wake up: ~07.40 (and several times in the night and morning)
      Now: 07.55

      Lucid vacuum
      I had a lucid that was very similar to my previous one. I remember absolutely nothing about the context. As far as I can recall, I'm in a white vacuum. I push my fingers through my hand to verify that I'm dreaming and it succeeds. There's a tingling sensation. Next I want to stabilise the dream, but I have my eyes closed. There are no details whatsoever to ground myself in. I try to rotate, to get some sensation going. I think I also try to open my eyes. With both of those moves I wonder how this is currently affecting my real body in bed. I wonder if I'm now raising my arm or something like that and whether if I try to open my eyes in the dream, I will open them in reality and wake up.

      Open window
      I'm going to the toilet/shower, which turns out to be quite disgusting. I decide I don't want to shower right now. I'll wait until the other shower is free. I walk back to my room. It's an attic room it seems. There's a window open that's near to the ground. If you fall out, which is very possible, you drop perhaps 10 metres down, into the neighbour's garden. There's some stuff dangerously close to the edge. My Mac, my girlfriend's Mac and some papers and I think her sweater. I start moving stuff away from the edge. Suddenly, it all just starts moving towards the edge. Fuck fuck fuck. I start pushing everything back with my foot, while simultaneously trying to not fall out myself. There's too much stuff, I can't handle it. I shout for help. My voice is quite hoarse. I think a guy comes to help me in the end.

      Tipsy
      I enter a cafe that's under construction, at least the terrace outside seems to be. There are 6 tables. At the far end I spot either the singer Ras Muhamad, my friend Tim T. or my dreadlock guy. I think it alternates a bit who's sitting there. I walk up the stairs instead, going to the 1st floor terrace. It's a bit awkward, cause I'm not sure whether I should acknowledge my friend. In the end, I decide to wait halfway up the winding stairs to see if he follows. I start seeing his feet, so I go up to grab what is supposed to be my beer and come down again. Probably not wise to drink beer out in the open during Ramadhan. It's in a Cola glass though. Plus.. this is not beer I guess. What is it? It has alcohol in it for sure. Just after standing on the ground, so after stepping off the stairs, I wobble a bit. I can feel that I'm tipsy. We sit down at another table that's occupied by a white Dutch guy and someone else. He says he remembers me from somewhere. Yeah.. we met yesterday evening, that's why.


      Fragments
      » I'm at what seems to be the Indonesian embassy with my aunt. She wants to go to Indonesia. I've already gotten my visa arranged. I tell her a bit about how it works. Then I ask her what she wants to do in Indonesia. She tells me that she wants to go snorkelling or diving. I react surprised. Her? Anyways, if she intends to stay for just one month or less she doesn't even need a visa.

      » I'm at a food vendor's stall. He's pouring some soup into a bowl for me. He asks me whether I want bakso or tahu. I think about it for a while and then answer with bakso. I consider it a weird question.

      » I met up with my friend Sat. Later on I'm driving a motor and it is just so incredibly slow. Then I realise that Sat and I switched bikes. Damnit. He must be enjoying himself right now. I want to switch asap.

      » At first I'm with a number of people. Eventually I'm just with the little sister (~20) of a friend of mine [he doesn't have a little sister]. We take either an angkot or a taxi to wherever it is we're going. She tries to make a move on me, first being subtle and eventually placing her hand on my crotch. I refuse to give in the whole time, as she is my friend's little sister. She's making it difficult for me to resist once she places her hand on my crotch though.

      » I'm with a group of friends and we decide to go bowling. We're at the bowling alley and one of us has a coupon card that will allow us to play for free. That person tries to scan it, but the card is refused. Apparently it won't work because it's already past 21:00. I see a black analogue clock somewhere, indicating the same. The card is valid for 2 hours, so there's not enough time for us to use all the credit. I consider whether it would work if we would split the credit over 2 lanes, considering that we're with a group of 10 orso people.

      » I just went to the dentist, who in reality was my physical therapist. When I look into the mirror, I see that he has placed a humongous thing on one of my upper front teeth. What the hell. After a while it comes off and I go back to ask him about it. Apparently it was supposed to stick for 9,5 hours. Well.. that didn't happen. In the mean time a black woman is arguing in the office with.. the white, female assistant? It's about the expenses of her son's upcoming treatment, which she can't afford. It's turned into a shouting match.

      » I'm walking on the street and meet a girl I went out with twice, several years ago. She's the centre of attention of 3 or so guys and she is willingly handing out her number. I make a comment about her being easy about it. Eventually we talk a short bit, and we decide we need to exchange numbers. She still has mine. Perfect.
    13. #161: Waterfail / Gossip

      by , 06-20-2016 at 12:44 AM
      Bed: 23.00
      Wake up: 06.30
      Now: 06.35

      Waterfail
      I'm having a dream within a dream. In the second layer I start fidgeting with my tooth which is in the upper right section of my mouth. Eventually it comes out, leaving a new tooth which has just pierced the gum to develop. I immediately realise what this means. I start moving my hands to perform an RC, but I know it's not even necessary. Yup, dreaming. After maximum 2 seconds of indecisiveness, I attempt to complete my waterball challenge with werty52. It's a total bust. I have my eyes closed and get thrown out of the dream in mere seconds. I have a FA, without realising it.

      Gossip
      I'm in a shop or something. There's multiple lines. My ex girlfriend is already standing in a line, at the very end, with a black guy close to her. I approach her from behind and rest my hand on her stomach. It seems as if we're still together. The guy starts talking to me about another black guy a few metres to our left. He asks me if I heard the guy. He asks me so in Dutch or in English. I reply that I heard him, in Surinam. I figure I don't want to be overheard by the guy who we're going to talk about, though odds are he also speaks Surinam. I also realise quickly that I've put myself in a bind. My Surinam is not that great, so I hope the guy won't make it difficult. Luckily he switches over to English pretty fast. He says something about it being impolite, but he's talking about it being impolite for the other guy to talk Indonesian..? Meanwhile the line is moving and my ex is asking me what we're talking about. I decide on telling her shortly after, though that moment doesn't come.
    14. #160: Fighting date

      by , 06-18-2016 at 02:28 AM
      I'm together with a white girl, who is supposedly a friend of mine. My friend Julian joins us at a later stage. I'm not sure anymore what we are doing. There comes a point though where we split up. I take my mountain bike and they continue walking in the direction of the train station / his house. I know that he didn't bring a back, but she did.. right? I pass them on my bike and after that I look back every once in a while. They're holding hands. Now they're kissing in the middle of the road. I think she's wearing a red denim skirt. He's trying to feel her up. She slaps him in the face, or nearly at least. Now they're fighting. A bit later and they are having a full blown karate fight in their karate uniforms [he's a karate teacher].

      I'm at the cafe where I used to go to practice my language skills. The same girl as always is working there. Julian comes in. First we order. I'm not sure anymore what he's having. I ask her to surprise me and she pulls a small beer bottle out of the fridge. I tell her I'm not in a beer mood though. I'm not sure what she decides to give me instead. There is some special going on. Julian is only allowed to order that drink if he has a black belt. I tell her that he has his own dojo and he pulls out his black belt. I'm allowed to buy my drink, but for some reason the conversation switches to my belt. I tell her that I'm a taekwondo guy, but that I quit because of an injury. I try to avoid having to admit that I was still a white belt when I got injured.

      Julian and I sit down at a table, facing one another. I ask him about my friend, but make 1 or 2 off-hand comments which he does not appreciate. I try to salvage the situation, but only make it worse. I decide to shut up for a while.
      Tags: friend
      Categories
      non-lucid
    15. #159: Lucid pain

      by , 06-16-2016 at 05:07 AM
      I don’t remember anything of the context of this dream. I just remember existing somewhere and feeling the sudden need to perform an RC, so I do. I am already a bit positive that I am dreaming and I manage to push my fingers through my palm. Now I am certain that I am dreaming. I immediately start talking to myself. I keep telling myself that this is a dream, so that I don’t lose my awareness. I think I may have been in my bedroom. I have a bet going with werty52; first person to conjure up a waterball while lucid, wins. I try to produce a waterball out of thin air, though doing it somewhat hastily and stressed. I wanted to get it done quickly, before losing lucidity. I failed to produce even a drop of water.

      There’s a transition moment where I’m not sure if I’m having a false awakening. I switch around a bit between being in bed and being in the dream. While lying in bed, my whole body starts to hurt. I notice though that as long as I keep my dream eyes open, I stay in the dream. It’s harder to stay in the dream if I close my eyes for a moment. For some reason I decide to do exactly that, to experiment. I manage to open my eyes again in the dream, but not fully. Eventually the pain I’m experiencing makes me decide to wake up. After I woke up, I had no pain.


      I was awake for at least an hour and I’m quite certain even longer. This is because the mosque close to my dorm wakes everyone up to eat before sunrise (it’s Ramadan now), though for some reason they do it WAY early before sunrise and for a very long time. Anyway, it seems that until the end of Ramadan I’ll be performing forced WBTB.
      Tags: pain, touch
      Categories
      lucid
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