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Carla, her mom and another neighbor are at my mom's hallway discussing something. My mom's front door is not well closed and is banging whenever they lean against it. I go shut the door better and they hear me and call for me.
They say they tried to catch Magano on the street because they want to adopt the cat. They hope we can help.

I sort of feel powerful and I walk around with total confidence in my awareness, then I float and also feel like changing my clothes to a long medieval dress. Then I spot some buddhist monks leading people to a venue and I follow them with curiosity. Find out they are a bunch of con artists pickpocketing people while entertaining people with tricks. I try to disrupt their act with my magic but it doesn't work out, I try to warn some girl but she gets mad for bothering her. I get out but later find these artists at an hotel lobby with their bags packed. I confront them and some of them get away with the bags through service stairs while others try to intimidate me to leave them alone. But I follow them, one attacks me and fails. End up in a underground garage or warehouse where dozens of bandits are waiting for me to kill me. I fight and escape them all, but there is one I find really cute and as we fight we also flirt each other. Instead of hurting him, I steal a kiss from him. In the end, my magic finally kicks in and they surrender to me and become my devotees.

Awake/explanation
Normal dream
Semi-lucid dream
Lucid dream

This is a collection of 3 dreams. This is the first attempt I've made to become lucid in several years, and it was successful! But not through the method I was trying.

Sometime before 2:30 AM
I dreamed that I was an official content censor for some kind of fascist regime, but even as an editor of content was victim to extreme regulations. I worked in an open office surrounded by other workers and was encouraged not to move from my post or stop working. I remember trying to move unsuccessfully a few times but only small bits of this dream stayed with me.

2:30-4:45 AM
I dreamed that my school had a 'software hit-list' of things they wanted coded for them (I'm a CS major) and one of these was a more secure meeting method. Someone had coded this and randomly instated me as a moderator because I was a CS major, and I realized that all CS majors were given such honors for reasons unclear (we are not generally known for our people skills, lol). Anyway, I hopped on a bus, the physical representation of this new forum for students of my university. I also decided that if I was a moderator, I'd try to be a good moderator, and make sure nobody was doing anything wrong. So I scoped out the area around me.

Next to me a guy was sitting in a trench coat and sunglasses, and I tried to look past him to see what was on his other side without bothering him. There was just a window, and in the end he did see me trying to look around him and gave me a funny look, so I apologized and looked forwards again. I sorta realized in that moment that I was being stupid trying to moderate just because it was written on my name, and started behaving normally riding the bus again.

It gets a bit fuzzy here, but I recall a friend from high-school being on the bus, and lying in the floor. I woke up again later.

4:45 AM-7:30 AM
And here's the meat, the lucid dream. I woke up, used the restroom (I had drunk a glass of water so that I would wake up in the middle of the night), laid down again, meditated for a few minutes while counting my breaths. When I lost count I rolled on my side and began counting my breaths again, trying to fall asleep. And then I did fall asleep! But not lucid.

I can't remember this dream back all the way, but the first thing I remember was playing baseball with a bunch of kids. I guess I was a kid too, I'm not really sure. At one point, we were playing on an abandoned lot, and the pitcher's mound was in the middle of a partially constructed scaffolding (inconvenient), and I was pitching. Batting was a girl who I went to high-school with who was well known for throwing hissy fits when things didn't go her way (no offense to her, I'm sure she's more adult now, but we were all probably 12 or 13 in this dream...). She was indeed throwing such a hissy fit because I was pitching too fast at her. So I lobbed one slowly to let her have her way.

She immediately smacked it and sent it flying into the scaffolding I was standing in, and I picked it up and tried to turn to look to throw it to first base, but I couldn't see first base. I then turned and saw second base was also obstructed, so I turned some more and threw it to someone who was running up from near third base. Of course, when I threw it to him, he missed it, I felt silly for throwing it too hard, and he turned and ran after it. Within those precious moments, two opposing runners had run up to my scaffolding and were standing at the edge yelling at me. I turned to look at them and hear what they were saying, which was that they were complaining that 1st base was a pit, so they had run to the pitcher's mound instead, and that should count as a home-run.

I'm not sure why I was allowed to decide but I shook my head yes and agreed, and the game was over (I guess they were already ahead). Soon, everyone congregated around the pitcher's mound/scaffolding and we started discussing that playing baseball here sucked (gee whiz). I suggested, from nowhere, that nearby was a series of under-construction houses where nobody lived, that was sure to have some open air nobody was using that we could play. It occurred to me we might accidentally break some windows or something, but I secretly figured we could probably get the heck out of there without getting caught if so (sorry construction workers, I was a kid in this dream, I swear!).

So off we set into this nearby construction area, and me and one other fairly small kid who couldn't have been more than 8 ended up going into a nearby house, and walking around inside, because nobody was there to stop us. As we were walking around looking I suddenly made a joking comment that the house was so empty, it almost seemed like a dream...

And the saying of such a thing is one of my well-known triggers (anytime something seems like a dream in real life, I tend to reality check reflexively just as a habit because I have said it in dreams many times and woke up frustrated I didn't become lucid). I reached up and plugged my nose and blew air through, and found I could breathe. Ta-da! My first night back at lucid dreaming a success, I felt pretty proud of myself and thought back to posting on Dreamviews the night before. I remembered reading an article about lucid dreaming to hype myself up and them talking about how realistic your hands are, so I looked down at them.

Then I set out after my small friend who was with me, and told him I was having a lucid dream! He looked at me like there was a giant spider on my head and began fast-walking away, so I walked after him saying, "No, really, look!" and tried to summon a baseball from thin air to show him. I tried several times, but my dream control has always been a bit wonky, and I couldn't get it to happen. I tried looking away from my hands and looking back. I tried closing my eyes and thinking "BASEBALL" (lol) and opening them and looking back, and nothing. Soon me and the kid were outside of the house standing in the grass, and I still didn't have a baseball. He looked pretty skeptical, and I suddenly feared me losing my lucidity to this goal of getting a baseball, so I said, "aw nevermind," and walked away from him.

Still marveling at all the weird wrinkly detail of my palms, I walked off towards the nearby woods. As I was walking along, the whole group of children I had been playing baseball with came to where we were and began asking if I had found a place to play baseball. I told them I wasn't looking anymore, really, but they could probably play somewhere near here if they still wanted to. They set off into the woods also (for some reason) so I followed them nearby, but quickly got distracted by a humongous ravine going down hundreds of feet, and instantly was taken with doing what I always do in lucid dreams: jumping off stuff and trying to fly.

I jumped off the edge into this enormous canyon and hovered my way down with my arms out, but as I stuck my arms out I was suddenly bothered by the feeling of my sheet on my bed (lol) and the feeling that it was like a wall blocking me from sticking my arm out all the way. This bothered me and also again, worried me I was waking up, so I pulled my arms in-front of me in more of a Superman position instead. I alighted down on a giant metal tower, crawling with futuristic soldiers.

My lucidity started to degrade a little here. I was no longer doing anything I wanted but getting sucked into the current of the dream, while aware I was dreaming somewhat.

These soldiers all began shooting at me, and, aware that I was dreaming, I stood my ground to see what they were shooting. As if in slow-motion, the shots came as a multitude of lasers, followed by a few canisters that looked like grenades. I started smacking these canisters back, and hitting various things on top of the tower and destroying them, eventually succeeding in knocking the soldiers off the tower I was on. Then a large docking bay door opened on the side of the canyon and I was being shot at once again. I once again tried hitting or grabbing and throwing the canisters, but they were far too far away (easily 100 meters). I settled on another plan, which was to forcefully punch parts of the tower towards that loading bay (ambitious).

And of course, as with my dream control, I punched them so lightly they simply limply fell off the tower. I tried harder, and harder, and soon was greeted with a (phony) percentage number indicating my percentage of full power that I was using (which I took for a real measurement, hence why I marked this lowered lucidity). I could only get this number to around 20%, which launched the things I was hitting a decent ways but not quite there. I heard someone call me a fool, and looked to my left to find, who else: Darth Vader, sitting in a chair.

I don't even really like Star Wars which makes this stranger, but anyway, he told me that I would never summon my full control in such a way. Suddenly finding myself curious at what he had to say, I think my lucidity started to come back up here.

I figured, who worse to steer me wrong than Darth Vader in a dream. But at the same time, maybe he would say something useful, so I urged him to continue and sat down next to him. He spoke cliches, telling me that I should 'let my emotions rule me,' and 'use my anger to summon my full power'. I nodded amicably and then noticed that I was now sitting beside him in a flying vehicle. In an act of defiance towards Mr. Vader but also in the interest of trying what he said, I screamed at the top of my lungs (haha) while grabbing the side of the car and pushing, and surely enough, I ripped off the entire right side of the car and part of the roof, and dropped it as we flew along. He didn't really say anything-- he didn't seem threatened but rather like I was acting like a child, and I felt mildly embarrassed (again, haha).

We soon rolled up at a small garage that I felt I recognized from another dream, and I simultaneously felt the dream was coming to an end. It was as if this was a final destination for me, and I could tell this by looking at it. I don't recall what the sign said fully, but I do recall it used a nickname of mine people have given me ("Loaf" a missaying of Life), and I looked around and at Darth Vader again. He didn't have much else to say, so I thanked him for his advice and said maybe I'd use it again later. Then I hopped out of the car and walked up to the shack, and as I was in the process of doing so...

My eyes opened and I hopped out of bed to get my coffee and write up this journal!

Dream 1: I was in the shower and wanted to shave my leg too. I shaved my right leg and then my crotch and then my brother came inside so I hid the razor behind a loofa. I finished my shower and still only had 1 leg shaved. Later I had a really pretty girl over and I had unprotected sex with her until I was about to finish. Then we both knew it was best to put a condom on. We tried to be quiet and get it done but we ended up in different places of the house trying to be strealthy but it didnt work. Then she turned into Matthew West and he wanted to get it in the bum. I was not down. Later we went to an airbnb that was unlocked after hearing about it and right afterwe arrived the owner came in and told us we were in trouble and to leave. We left and matthew and I had switched 1 show so we switched back and got in the car

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm at a psychiatric hospital and I am to be examined. I'm scared and recognize the scene of the dream. I'm anxious because I know something bad is going to happen. There is a nurse coming and she says I'm supposed to go to another room. I walk into the room and there is a school class room there. I go and sit on a chair on the edge of a row. Some people are teasing me there so I move one row back. I hear the people in front of me talking about how they got money to just sit there. I say so in a paniced voice to the person next to me. He is shocked. The teacher pulls out a gun and starts to shoot at me but misses. I run to the exit and find a revolver and starts to shoot at the teacher but I miss. I only have two ammunition left and hide behind a corner. I reveal myself and try to shoot the teacher in the head and I'm sure that I will hit him if I pull the trigger. I shoot but nothing happens. After I while I'm just screaming as loud as I can and crawling out the door.

I'm by a town and I'm supposed to be Spiderman. I try to use my Spiderman powers to swing myself but it's hopeless. The web I shoot from my wrist is all sloppy and won't attach to the things I shoot it at. I succeed to climb up to a building and I'm hiding from something.

I'm in a car with my mother who drives. We are going to the church. I walk in and go to the left most part of the church because I'm looking for someone. No one is there. I walk to the right most part of the church and on my way I meet up with some missionaries by the kitchen. There is a good looking missionary who says he is going to see the whole world and his charismatics is the thing that is going to help him do so. I walk to the next room and see Diego by the piano. We are supposed to do something together.

A girl has dumped me and I know it's because I was not cool enough for her. I'm by a room and know she is somehow watching me. I change shirt just to show her that I'm actually fit and I act in a cool way. My mother and sister are also there.

I'm sleeping in my brother's bed. I'm trying to sleep but I don't succeed because it's way to early. I try to sleep because it's so boring. I'm irritable because I can't sleep.

I'm talking with someone about a distant memory we had together and I'm transformed into the memory. I see two small children sitting by a long table, eating soup, in a pretty dark room. One of the children walks to three dark men who are looking malnourished. The child is greeting them happily and that cheers them up. I'm scared of the three men because I thought they would harm the children but I think it's beautiful how the child managed to make the malnourished men happy. The second child also joins the three men and the first child. They are laughing together and having a good time.

Notes: When I woke up I didn't remember any dreams. After thinking a while I remembered all these! I don't think I have ever remembered six dreams in one night. I dreamt the dream about being dumped because I saw a movie about a man who were not cool and got dumped because of that and later on becoming cool so the girl wanted him back.

I am inside somewhere. I am in some area that is either a hallway or a long bathroom. There is a stall with quite a large gap between the floor and the wall. My coworker and I are taking the toilet out and installing one that has some hidden mirror. This coworker (unfamiliar) sits on it while I stand outside of the stall to see how it looks. The toilet just seems like it’s highly reflective stainless steel. I can clearly see his pale thighs but not much else. I go in and reposition it to where I think it’ll offer a better view. I think our office must be right outside this stall. Now someone, he almost seems like a school’s principal, has caught us. We are made to put it all back (we moved a few other things), and all I can feel is shame. I then begin to think that he didn’t actually know our motive but just thought that we were messing around, which offers me a bit of relief. Now I’m in some room, by some filing cabinets?, with this coworker, noticing his short, red hair. He is friendly and talkative and starts talking about Scott. I contribute to the conversation and add that Scott was a great boss. Now I’m working and/or browsing in a plain white, dim room. There are some black milk crates of music on various media. I find a copy of the Tool album Salival on a VHS that is still in the shrink wrap. I then find that the bottom is open but that you can slide it back in if you’re careful. I think that this is rare and that I have to get it since it’s only a few dollars. I think I don’t have anywhere to play it but that it’s probably a collectible or a good return on investment if I were to sell it. I find a few cassettes? and then walk up to the counter to check out with Julia. The counter seems to stand alone outside in this pretty barren landscape. She looks at the items and says I can just take them because she overcharged me last time. Excited at this, I say thanks and walk off. I get the sense that I’ll be walking home.

Dream 1: I was driving a car but from a third person perspective like in GTA. I made a few mistakes but nothing violent and there were no cops around. Then I was back home and wanted to take some driving lessons to go up north. The instructor asked me when was the last time I had driven and I told him a long time so he said he wasnt comfortable doing the drive up north, we could have a short lesson near home. Later I was driving up north after someone told us that cops block off the exit during a certain time. I drove for a while and we stopped right near the exit where there was cops. We talked to them and asked what the barricade was for. They said to stop people. It looked miniature and like it was made of honeycomb full of honey. Then a trailer pulled up next to us and there was a family in it. I went inside the trailer and the daughter got really upset. She took out a knife and stabbed someone while we were in other rooms but I heard it. I didn't have my cell phone so I ran outside to find another home I could take shelter in and call the cops from. I ran outside and hid in a bush so that she wouldnt see me. She came outside and started walking down the street in my direction and then spotted me in the bush. I got up and started running but I was very slow even though I could definitely outrun her. She got closer and closer so I turned around to face her and tried to smack the knife+spatula out of her hand.

Dream 2: I was at the Kardashians house and Rob was saying how he was sorry his kid broke the part of the table I was playing with

Usual routine, drank my elixer, took my supplements at the usual times. Asleep around midnight.
First dream, all I remember is something about a van, hearing police sirens, trying to run away (drugs in the car) knowing I was going to get caught so deciding with the guy I was with that we would surrender ourselves. We get in an elevator with the police, the guy I'm with kicks a bottle cap. Then as if it were a firecracker, the bottle cap starts bouncing around the elevator compartment, and I crouch down. It hits me in my back repeatedly, so much so that I know this is going to kill me. I wake up with my back still hurting.
I'm camping in the woods, perhaps waiting for my family to pick me up. Theres a very friendly monkey playing around near me, so I join him. We swing around wildly from the trees and have lots of fun. I remember telling some people about the monkey, and as if the story was incredibly boring, they all just sorta walked away... I wake up from the awkwardness.
I've time travelled, its the 1960s. My hippie friends and I are driving around in a van. Next thing I know, we've crashed and damaged a public park area in the middle of nowhere. The police tell us we have 10 weeks to restore the area or else be charged. Looking around, it's old, but extremely beautiful landscape. Theres a full crazy zoo, I fly over it, afraid to fall into the enclosures. There are animals like tigers, chimps, everything crazy and exotic. I know they are here because most families don't own a TV or computer like we do now, and this is the only way they would ever see an animal like this outside of a book. We restore the area, but it's not as nice as before. Next dream...
Still the 1960's, still in a van with hippies. One girl has long, beautiful red hair. She is romantically with the guy that time travelled with me, but that doesn't stop me from pursuing her. At some point, I kiss her, and it's amazing. We talk about how everyone is so chill in this time, that it doesn't matter if someones ex girl and current girl are friends. She tells me its because "we all live for the music, it's our only true love." This girl has been to Woodstock. We decide next time I time travel, that is where we'll go, and I'll find her there. I overhear her telling a group of her friends she's bisexual, a female friend of hers is disgusted, and this upsets me greatly. Next dream...
I'm with new people now, a youngish guy and his sister. It's still the past, but perhaps further back this time. There was some nonsense about a magic spell, some CRAZY driving on tracks that went up and down hils and upside down and even jumped holes in the tracks a few times, like a rollercoaster, but in a van. The girl seems to like me, and we kiss secretly several times. Her brother seems to know, as does a female friend of hers. It's very scandalous. When it's time for me to go back to 2020, I tell them as much as I can. Cigarettes are bad, septum piercings are popular, no one cares very much if you're gay, music festivals are still great but nothing ever compares to Woodstock. I wake up for the last time.

Date of Dream: SAT 27 JUN - 2020



Dream No. 675 - Cemetery Plot Panic

A note before reading this dream; it contains a lot of mature themes. If you are not comfortable with the concepts of diarrhoea (para. 1 and 2) and death (para. 3 and 4), then please avoid reading this dream for your sanity. You have been warned.

I don’t remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I ended up getting a really nasty spell of diarrhoea that lasted constantly for the rest of the scene; which was a while.

The dream then changed scenes, like it almost a repeat in regards to time but with different events. I went into some sort of old-style cinema complex and there was someone who looked like Xehanort from Kingdom Hearts but spoke in the tone of dark Ansem. He said something about light but I forgot what exactly it was. Though my answer prompted him to ask next if I would accept the darkness. The fact that I said no to this meant that Xehanort clicked his fingers and I ended up in a bathroom with a really bad spell of never ending diarrhoea. However, I sensed a familiar energy and Riku came almost straight away (in his KH3 appearance), gently putting his hands on each of my sides (hips) and the diarrhoea stopped immediately. The next scene was completely different.

I now seemed to be at a distorted version of a walking track near my house. On the side, there were five large holes which we apparently burial sites, as if this was a small cemetery though not officially listed as one. As I was there, I realised that I had to act quickly as most of the burial plots were already taken, and I was going to order one for me and another one for Riku. A fourth one became taken and I freaked out because there was only one left. However, the man said that Riku and I could be in the same plot, and so I booked it.

As I walked off, thinking I was successful, Riku suddenly appeared on the track (in his KH3 appearance again) and stopped me. He said that his site would not be accepted with his Kingdom Hearts details because we were in a different world. He said that we had to use his non-Kingdom Hearts name which was Firan. He then also added that we had to provide the people with a contact detail such as his phone number. As I stood having a nervous breakdown, Riku approached the man himself and started talking to him. As a warm energy fell upon me, with the feeling that my final resting place would be with my dream guide, the dream ended.



Dream No. 675
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

I found myself at an apartment or house that I didn't recognize. My father , mother and brother were with me and a few others I did not know. I became lucid when I realize I no longer had a room and yet found myself in one. I could see at my laptop where some of my anxiety was coming from. I tried several times to phase through the window. It did not work.

I then went downstairs and went through the door. I am now at my old town house walking. It was a nice sunny day and I decided to walk and ask myself, why am I having a lot of anxiety or nervousness. The inability to relax. However as I spoke to the sky no one answer me back.

It was then I felt my lucidity slip me and I went in to non lucid.

It's been some time since I last had a lucid dream. This morning I woke up in Hell.

I found myself waking up in a strange bed in a strange home. I don't know how I got there but I was not in fear because I felt I somehow belonged there. A person I didn't know came up to me and I felt I was with a friend when he asked me if I slept good. I asked him how long I was out and he replied it was for quite awhile. I said I was thirsty and would like some orange juice, so he opened the sliding door out to a patio and said to follow him.

There were large speakers on the patio playing odd music very loudly and he said he needs to collect a glass on a table in this other room across the patio to put the orange juice in. We enter that room which was dark except for the light coming in from the patio and the room appeared to be a dining room. The glass he picks up is seriously filthy and he says "of course I'm going to wash it first." So I follow him to the kitchen and he only rinses the glass then fills it with OJ and hands it to me with a smile. "Enjoy!" he says. I take a small sip and began to feel dizzy. Spotting a day bed near a table, I had to sit down but instead I lay down and pass out. When I awake, he is with me and I apologize for napping there but he said it was not a problem and was happy to see me fully awake. "You like horses, right?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Come, I have something to show you."

So I follow him outside and up a small steep hill is a dilapidated barn and going up the hill to it is his father on horseback followed by two small children. When I reach the barn with my friend, his father is bringing the mare to its foal. Hanging from the rafters by chains are two bleached skeletons of foals. "She's been spitting them out like rabbits" he says, "but we're not having much luck keeping them alive." I also see three mongrel dogs chained up near the foal just out of their reach but the way they were chained was bizarre cruelty.

One had several meat hooks in its body, each secured to chains. Another had a large fish hook in the corner of its left eye which was swollen shut and a rope was fastened to it. The other was tied up by its collar but it had been beaten severely with bloody scars all over it. The foal attempts to take suck while on its back because it can't rise up and the mares mammaries begin to stretch and droop very surreal like. The children laugh from the entertainment they're experiencing.

As I begin to say to my friend that he could end up in jail for animal cruelty, I realize he's not going to jail for anything but that I am in Hell. That's when I really woke up. I am in Hell. Just look around and see the whole world gone mad. Who is it fanning these flames? The authoritative mainstream media with the power of Hollywood under the direction of the CIA and DARPA which is all controlled by Communist Zionists. Duh. How will this story end? Very ugly I'm afraid, because the poor sheeple would rather be slaughtered than take responsibility for allowing Our Garden and all the children in it be vandalized by these enemies of righteousness and workers of evil. The End.

Dream 1(Things might not be sequential here): I was at my cousins wedding in this huge grassy hilly area. We were celebrating and taking pictures when we started moving uphill towards this cave looking thing. My cousin told a bunch of us to leave but I was one that was staying. We then went towards this cave looking system with trees and plants. We drove this car like we were in a video game as fast as possible down this system smasking down trees and wrecking havoc. After a certain point we got out and split up and I lost them. I opened up my minimap and I saw they had gone into a hidden room that I hadnt found yet. I joined them and continued the adventure. Also at some point I vaped weed from a modified dynavap M so someone could send a video to my aunt who wanted on. Later I was in a hardware store with someone else and we were making videos with the garbage cans inside. Someone told me we had to stop so we left. We got in a car and Ryan Reynolds was driving. We drove into the cave system again but Ryan was much more cautious than other players and he drove super slow.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

It's dark. Suddenly my brother's thoughts are coming to me. I know it's a dream but I don't have the power to act because it's all dark.

Notes: I had more dreams but they ended up forgotten because I did some work and ate breakfast before I wrote in my DJ.

I haven't put up a dream journal entry for a very long time - but I had a lucid dream last night! First for years!!!

I'm beside a long, tall hedge, I have my binoculars. There is a small bright pink bird at the top of the hedge. I realise there are NO bright pink birds in Scotland and get lucid! Yes!

I stare up at the bird, it's basically a Sparrow but dark pink on top and a lighter pink under its wings. It preens itself for a few moments then dives into the hedge.

I decide I might as well walk on and see what else I can find.

The hedge ends and I start walking along a wee path surrounded by grass. There are a few people in the distance and someone starts approaching me. I hope (even though I'm lucid!) that they will observe social distancing and they pass me to my right. I stare directly at them. It is a woman, she is wrapped up well. Her head is slightly larger than a tennis ball. She has dark hair and eyes. She stares at me with a look that suggests it would be unreasonable to ask why her head is so small. I shrug to myself and walk on, hoping to encounter something else. Unfortunately I then woke up!

25 ОС. Вопросы другу.
7 декабря 2011

Я шёл с другом по незнакомой местности. Вспомнил про свой план и стал расспрашивать: Ты кто? Как тебя зовут? Друг отвечал медленно, приходилось переспрашивать. Имя он ответил правильно, а вот вместо фамилии сказал нецензурно: "сукин сын". Далее я спросил, что это за местность? Сам же несмотря на то что местность незнакомая воспринимал ее, как знакомую местность О. Друг же ответил: своротка на Б. - тоже реальная местность. Подумал, что у нас разное восприятие сна. Что он скорее всего сейчас спит и видит эту своротку. Далее задал ему два личных вопросов - на один он ответил иносказательно, хотя для меня ответ был понятным, на другой ответил кратко нет. На этом я проснулся.

Выводы:
1. Был уверен, что встретил во сне своего реального друга. В реале друг встречу не подтвердил.
2. Во сне я решил, что разные сновидящие по разному видят местность сна.
3. Забавно, что друг назвал вместо своей фамилии матершиное сочетание слов.

25 LD. Questions to a friend.
December 7, 2011

I walked with a friend in an unfamiliar area. I remembered my plan and began to ask: Who are you? What's your name?
A friend answered slowly, had to ask again. He answered the name correctly, but instead of the last name he said obscenely: "son of a bitch."
Then I asked what kind of terrain is it? Himself, despite the fact that the unfamiliar area perceived it as a familiar area O. The friend replied: the turnaround to B. is also a real place.
I thought that we have a different perception of dream. That he is probably sleeping now and sees this roll.
Then I asked him two personal questions - he answered allegorically to one, although for me the answer was clear, to the other he answered briefly no. On this I woke up.

Findings:
1. I was sure that I met my real friend in a dream. In real life, the friend did not confirm the meeting.
2. In a dream, I decided that different dreamers differently see the terrain of dream.
3. It is amusing that a friend named instead of his surname an obscene combination of words.

I am outside and in some body of water, maybe a small lake. There is a stone wall that I and some others are jumping into the water from. I think it or part of it is mostly submerged though? Now, I’m looking at a stone arch - like a doorway - with a tree behind it. There is an older man who climbs the arch and then starts climbing the tree too. I guess he’s going to be jumping from up there. Now I think there’s something about him getting stuck and falling. I see him lying on the ground.




I am about to play a game with a guy about my age who is unfamiliar to me. I know that this is a 200 year rivalry? and so I become somewhat anxious. The guy is darker skinned and much heavier than me, which worries me. The game begins now, and it’s like air hockey, except on the ground and with a stone? puck a foot or two across. We can only use our feet to move it, and I grasp the siding of the small arena for more force. I easily score goal after goal until I think there’s no way he’ll be able to come back.