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I had a dream that barack obama was the anti christ,
it was the future, i was on a highway, and it was raining, there was a black SUV in front of me and obama and some security were in it. some how i was able to hear their conversations thru the radio. behind me were a mass amount of cars. but further back from me. i was driving my real life car, and in my real car, i have bad tires. so when its wet, my car slides.
in my dream i was going very fast, and i think i was chasing them, but we started going around a turn, and i lost controll, it felt so real. i slammed into the wall and all the cars behind me started passing me, but the way i slammed into the wall was like the perfect angle, and i was able to continue driving. the next thing i remember is i am in a building, and im trying to get away from these people. i black out again and im on the bottom floor, its a waehouse type of setting, and im running towards a really nice black car. box shaped like a dodge charger, i get in and lock the doors and i happen to have a key. so im guessing its my car.
i start driving and the people that were chasing me are still chasing. one guy, ( white guy with glasses and is in a suit) has this stick type thing, it was metal, about 2 1/2 feet long, and had a circle at the end of it. he latched onto the key hole and electricty covered the car. ( now mind i am driving and he was able to latch onto it exactally perfect, idk the meaning of that but it felt important, ) i believe i was in washington D.C,
i black out again.
then i am looking at a HUGE and i mean HUGE what looks like half of a football stadium, take a regular stadium and make it like 5X bigger. but just one half,
and its filled with people, thousands upon thousands. and way out in front of them is a long bridge, but it thin, and its only attached to the building behind it, nothing underneath it holding it up.
on this platform, is barack obama, hes giving a speach, hes wearing what looked big head phones, but the thing that goes over your head was at the back. there were eaither 6 or 8 guards. but they were evenly across from eachother, behind obama,
then i see a man running up from behind, ( remember its a long bridge,) obama, he has a sword. he attacks obama at the back, but nothing happens. it sounded like metal hitting metal. then the man who attacked moved back and had a gun, he fired 3 shots at obama, again it sounds like metal. but he is fine, then instead of the guards killing the man, the just jumped on him, and took him somewhere.
now in my dream i was apart of a group. or what ive come to the conclusion, a resistance of some sort. i was older. like 23,24, ( im 19 now ) and the guy who attacked obama, i knew him, he was someone important to me, but i dont know how.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

22:00 GMT

Hiking, cooking and walking
I’m climbing up some mountain with my BF. On the way we meet local pilgrims and a French lady. The path is full of Buddhist sacred places, like this huge terraced slope with thousands of small golden Buddha statues.
This French lady knew nothing about Buddhism so he was feeling awkward with the pilgrims offerings and prayers. But we talked to her and then she was starting to actually enjoy the whole thing. She spotted a statue that had fallen backwards and went there to put it up again. She left a golden coin on top of that Buddha. Then I noticed it was the only one really shiny around, as if it was new. All the others were darkened by age and weather.
When we reached the summit of this mountain, we found some houses and tables on the outside. There was a culinary competition going on with people from all over the world. It had just ended and people were stowing their dishes and pans and glass bowls. I helped. Some Italians were talking about a sci-fi series that didn’t air because it was just bad, like a B-series kind of movie. Then like a vision, I get to see some scenes from the series and it’s really cheesy. The spaceships are just cruise boats with their lights on over a dark, star-lit sky. Then there’s this main character who is simply a klingon but with 1000 eyes all over his body. It’s just bad and I laugh.
Then we’re all downhill, at my mom’s kitchen, were the award ceremony takes place. I’m surprised that all the Italians get awarded, but so the French, Spanish, and many many others, mostly Europeans. I wonder what kind of competition is this, where everybody is awarded. I’m bored and I go to the window. I see a gay couple walking outside on the back alley and I think why don’t they go up the hill, do the same pilgrim’s path we did, but telepathically they say they are not interested, because it seems exhausting. OK, just a suggestion. At this moment I am half-lucid and I think about going to visit the Flea Market near my home. In RL it is tens of kms from my mom’s home, but this is dream world... So as I walk my way there, I’m feeling really amused and I am singing Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” and dancing. People look at me but I couldn’t care less – dream, remember? Then I realise I already walked too much and passed by the street that goes up to the Flea Market. As I turn back I bump into my BF who decided to follow me. I tell him it’s better we take the bus back to the place, 'cause I'm tired of walking.

4:40 GMT

“I’m nobody” and snake venom
I’m on some weird place with Buddhist people I know. People are sitting down on chairs and that’s when I realise they are waiting for our guru to come. I then see the place prepared for him to seat and luckily I get a sit just in front of it. But I get tired of waiting and waiting and decide to go for a walk, leaving something on the chair to mark my seat.
When I am on some kind of lobby of this building, some other old guru comes in. I have this weird feeling of coming out of my body and I start floating in the air, involuntarily. I feel like a cloud with no defined shape or form. He passes by me and I come down a little bit. He holds my hands (so I did had hands!) and he smiles looking deeply into my eyes (so I guess I also had eyes!). He asks “Who’s this girl?” and someone from the staff replies with a couldn’t-care-less look “She’s nobody!”. First I feel a bit upset but then I also smile and reply “Yes, I’m nobody.” And he releases my hands and continues his way. I follow him back to that teaching’s room where people are waiting on their seats. But on my way I pass by a corridor which has lots of young boys and girls sitting on the floor and some neons or billboards hanging from the ceiling above. For some reason, some of the boys start to tease me, trying to provoke a fight. Because it is kind of playing, I play along and I defend myself, but then they get serious and I have like 4 or 5 attackers simultaneously both from my left and my right. But my kung fu is strong and I kick their asses, although not really understanding what they want from me. I then get on some kind of skateboard I see nearby and I slide out of there.
I end up on the end of some long corridor and tired, I simply lay down on a sofa that is on the corner. Then some Russian lay who is cleaning the floor, starts cleaning around the sofa and then the sofa itself. I am like “Really? Couldn’t you wait that I get out?” But she is really sweet lady and she rubs my shoulders and gives me a head massage. How nice of her! But she never says a word. Then a door just in front of us opens up and I see a kind of clinic lab. A nurse or whatever is taking blood samples or vaccinating a person. I go inside and I see two guys collecting snake venom for cosmetics. But the snake goes crazy and is spitting venom like a water hose. They warn me to be careful, cause no venom can fall on my eyes or mouth or I’ll die. But I do get all covered in venom everywhere else.

6:30 GMT

Beams of light in my hands
I am in some shared room with other people. I am trying to have some rest but it’s too crowded. Then the Russian lady appears again and she’s cleaning the room. I find out there’s a room next door which has just been emptied and I take all my stuff to there. As I am cleaning up the bed which is full of crumbles of previous guests, the Russian lady comes in again – is she stalking me in dreams? – and she also seems surprised that I’m there. She still hasn’t said a word but we kinda communicate telepathically. I tell her I’m staying in this room and she seems to be ok with it. She won’t tell anybody. She just needs to do her job and clean it up to. In the end she hands me over a very nicely scented soap for my shower.
Then I am (again) among this people who came to listen to a guru. But this time when entering the place of the teachings, I slide through the floor to some really good seats and pass in front of everybody who is simply walking – bad luck for them! This time this “room” is on some open air space, like a terrace. The guru comes in, he is very old (I guess the same from previous dream) and he needs a translator because his English is not so good. People are eager for him to start, but then the mic doesn’t work and we can’t hear a thing of what either him or the translator are saying. People complain but no one seems able to fix it and the guru doesn’t stop, he keeps going as if he didn’t care if people are listening or not. I make an effort, but then I give up and go to the terrace handrail to see the views and I notice the terrace is actually a boat deck. Below is the ocean and smaller boats are sailing around. Someone shows concern over me being so close to the limit of the deck, so I decide to play with this person, by letting myself fall on the water – of course I didn’t really hit the water, I simply flew up and appeared on some other spot on the deck, but sure it was fun to see his/hers (?) face. I’m half-lucid by now but the dream starts to fade. My peripheral vision reduces as lately it’s been happening on fading LDs and everything becomes a bit dark. I ask some DCs around me to help me stay in the dream, by holding me down. It’s a weird strategy but kind of works. The dream stabilizes a bit more, but the darkness doesn’t go away. The DCs look scared and I provide some light to them by emitting white beams from the palms of my hands. They seem amazed and thankful, but I end up waking up anyway.

8:00 GMT

I can recall a bit from last nights dreams, but I don't want to remember them, to be perfectly honest. Therefore I won't write them down anywhere, I'm just making this post so that I stay in the habit of keeping a DJ.

No lucids anyway, if you hadn't guessed.

Not much success with recall last night, just some random small details here and there...

In a shuttle with a coworker, some other people, going to start a new job....

Coming back from work, I point out a secret shortcut of some kind to my coworker (fence with missing legs at the bottom), and get excited to tell him that I know of another shortcut in the city somewhere.

All of this seems to take place on some sort of floating land, on clouds or something...

Getting dropped off at home, home looks like some sort of palace or really fancy hotel, white and gold...

I don't remember my dreams last night, and I think it's because I went online this morning and a bunch of shit happened on fb, and now I'm too angry to remember.
I know I woke up a lot through the night. I just didn't sleep well. Blah.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG


22:00 GMT

Undergroung radio station
On a big room, like a school canteen or lounge area, at night. It’s semi-dark, but I can see tables and chairs piled up. Whoever was around is leaving the place but I stay behind, hidden, because I want to explore some basements below. I found out there’s a -1 level which is used for storage and a -2 level that is attracting my curiosity. After descending some stairs to -1 basement, there’s a square hatch to a -2 level. I touch the walls and find some metal ladder to go down. Then I can’t see a thing, it’s pitch black and I can’t find any light switch.
Then I hear voices of a group of girls coming. I am hopeful they’ll stay in level -1, but they actually come down the hatch and I’m trapped. I decide not to make a big deal out of it. They know where the light is and turn it on. I smile at them. Luckily they didn’t shit their pants when seeing me there. Apparently there was also nothing so important down there, because they were not upset with my presence. The first half of the space was also for storage, but then they invited me in to the second half, much cosier, full of posters from the 80’s on the walls. It was an amateur radio station, they used to run when they were school girls! They tell me their old stories, we plaid some music, we spent a good time.

0:30 GMT

Fragment
Similar dream – probably continuation of previous dream – but can’t recall details. Also something about my cat and my BF.

2:00 GMT

Trying to stabilize a WILD
I fall asleep and I enter a dream lucid. Just hold on to some images passing by and started to dream, but control and lucidity were a bit weak. I felt sleepy and tired as if my awaken-life body was still too present on my mind. I felt that if I sat meditating, the dream would fade away, so I just consciously watched it. I was on some kind of fair on a village. I notice the stands and a freaky guy following me around. I then saw some tourism promotion shop with glass walls – selling German arts and crafts and sharing brochures about the country. To stabilize my lucidity I decide to go inside it and just look at all the things in display. There’s a desk at my left with some German lady smiling at me. By her side there’s some kind of children’s book I find fascinating, because the book is in the format of a flower and the pages are the petals and fold to the centre. Then I sit on a very cool resting wicker chair and unfortunately I’m still feeling tired so I can’t hold lucidity and I just wake up.

3:00 GMT

Another unstable lucid
Again lucid, on a roadside. I think some guys invite me to a road trip but I say no. Instead I float around some village trying to stabilize the dream, but I still feel very tired. I remember something about vegetable gardens and narrow streets, then I go blank.

Museum and party on a village
Now I'm on a mountain village. Getting out of some café/restaurant with my BF and heading to our car. I notice we left our bags and wallets on our seats and didn’t even close the car. The car is parked on a sightseeing terrace over the ocean. I am looking at the view, the water, the boats and the clouds in the sky when a jumbo jet passes by really low altitude. I pick up my camera to film it. And then the jet flips in the air and sinks on the water down below. I get scared but then the jet jumps out of water and it is now a whale. OK. Then as I watch this jet-whale jumping on water, This whole terrace thing is now a theatre on some museum, where they play 3D movies (been recently to something like this in Japan).
I’m now accompanied by my father and the movie is about sea monsters – the whale now transformed into a pre-historic whale with sharp teeth. It is so cool and realistic but my father is totally missing it, because he didn’t like the place he was at (everybody had to stand, leaning over a handrail). The movie was ending and he was complaining he didn’t see a thing. During the movie, I tried to get him on a better place but he was in a terrible mood, not accepting any suggestion, so I just gave up. In the end, I was so excited about the movie but he had found another horrible guy who also just kept complaining about everything. Then a new session was about to start and I suggested they tried again but now they were demanding that the session was halted someone from the staff came over and take care of their complaints. I told them they were being jerks, that they had no experience of these continuous playing movies on museums and if they were not happy just please go away. They didn’t go, so I did.
I went outside and I’m still on the same mountain village. Lots of amazing views around. Lots of green, cute little houses in the hills. I become lucid again. I see many people gathered at what seems to be the main square of the village, a bit down below from where I am standing and decide to fly over to see what’s going on. It’s some kind of party but it’s too crowded and I decide to go under an arched tunnel just by the side of this huge crowd. As I fly by the tunnel I see some long table full of toys and dolls, placed in a way to create a kind of domestic scene. I guessed it was some kind of birthday party for a kid and this display was for the party’s kids. I am coming out on the other side of the tunnel, when I cough in RL and I wake up.

5:10 GMT

Attack of the gadgets
On a wood cottage with my mom, my aunt and lots of other people. We’re trying to find a spot to put a mattress and sleep for the night on some mezzanine over a large empty living room, but it is simply crowded. I finally find a spot near the stairs that go to ground level. When I’m settled, I go downstairs, as do my mom and aunt. As they sit outside on a tree trunk, relaxing in the sun, I see a bunch of robots and gadgets coming up the hill behind them and terrifying everyone at his passage. My mom and aunt don’t seem so worried. OK, it wasn’t like the “I, Robot”, so I understand they didn’t look threatened – ipods, toy-robots, those alarm clocks with wheels to run away from you when they ring, and so on – but still, they were marching as an army and I didn’t feel secure. They ended up invading the house and cornering people. Then a huge LCD with a home cinema sound system came majestically into the giant empty living room and forced people to watch some film on its screen. And demanded full undivided attention. When there were music clips playing, people had to dance to it. I was hiding and watching this at distance. Then some guy got tired and stopped dancing, wanted to run away. The LCD beamed the guy up with some type of laser and disintegrated him. Then people started to really freak out. I’m thinking about how I’m gonna save people from this when... in RL my BF wakes me up.

6:30 GMT

fragment
I'm driving my car, with H in the passenger seat. We are at a fast food drive-thru. H hands me a card to pay with. When I hand it to the cashier, she gives it back saying it's rejected. I look at it and see it's just a grocery club discount card, not a credit card.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:00 GMT

Painting in group
With some people working on something, split in groups of 4 people. We’re preparing paints – each group prepares 2 colours but we’ll all share it. Each group has to make a painting, but for that first we need to agree on the subject and then somehow combine each individual style. I picture it won’t be easy. I notice a very interesting girl and also a guy, whose profiles are just amazing and I propose we paint their profile portraits. But my proposal is totally ignored and my 3 colleagues are already sketching something totally different for which they didn’t even ask my opinion. But they were the majority, so I let them. It wasn’t till I actually see the drawing that I got really disappointed. It was some drawing of a hill with trees and houses, but very badly drawn, like the guy who did it had no talent whatsoever to drawing. I decide to go to toilet.
I then realise we’re on my late grandma’s house. I feel her presence very strongly and I say out loud that I miss her. For a brief moment I was lucid, but then I simply went to pee. I noticed in the end that there was no bathroom door and I felt surprised that this doesn’t disturb me at all although there are these people around in the house. Then a brief moment of lucidity again. One guy just passes by, tells me something all smiley and goes meet the other guys on the living room. I hear the others joking about a potential romance between us two and I feel they are totally deluded.

Feeling insecure on a park
After the previous events, I’m on the exterior and I sense it might be in London or in Brussels. I’m near a park and looking for a spot to plant some seeds. I walk over some brick wall, I step on some leaf covered ground, but don’t like any spot. Then I see a tall iron gate entrance for a more reserved area and decide to take a peek. It leads to some alley but then I see two guys approaching with a suspicious look, seeming interested that I’m walking that way, so I give up on my intent and just go around this area.
Later at night I come back to this place, this time with company and also there are more people actually going across this alley, so I feel safer. Strangely, I conclude this alley is home of many homeless people, which gives it still a bit of sinister feeling. But then I stumble on my own wallet on the floor – I hadn’t even missed it! I check it and all documents and money are there. I am surprised that being so afraid of people’s intentions on this area, not one of them had taken my wallet – of course they could have not seen it, but I felt they simply didn’t want to pick it up.

Brussels and parkour
With my BF and it’s definitely in Brussels. We only have one day there so I ask him what he wishes to visit. I suggest taking a tram to the Africa Museum, because the tour to get there is already very nice, but then we can visit the beautiful park around it. But then he mentions he hasn’t even seen the city centre and I agree he should do that.
Later I’m (we’re?) watching a parkour competition. The contesters have to climb and do their tricks up and down a very narrow and tall building, very art nouveau, with lots of structures on the façade. I am delighted watching the skilled people competing and say to a friend I would definitely love to learn to do this. Then a fat girl from the group I am with surprises me by also competing. I think “if she can do it, why shouldn’t I?”

6:40 GMT

11/12/2010
"Gold Rush"

I was working back at the insurance company, where I'd used to work, a few years ago. At first, it just seemed to be regular office life. There was a lot of conversation that went on, but I don't remember much of it. I do remember being hit on by an attractive, slightly older woman, and just kind of smiling it off. Come to find out, instead of being just an insurance company, we were also, apparently, a mint. There was a goldsmith there, who kind of reminded me of the Haitian, from Heroes, and he was more or less "making" this gold, by weaving a bunch of metals together, into long, golden ropes, and then would break down the compound and press coins out of them. We were printing so many, that I almost couldn't fathom not being able to keep one or two for myself. I mean, it was like an endless supply of gold, here. Surely they wouldn't miss one or two coins.

At first, I tried to ask KE, my old boss. She adamantly refused. Keeping a playful tone, I jabbed at her a few times, to see if she would give in. I said that we could just "pretend they fell off the delivery truck," and she refused again. I could tell that she was getting kind of annoyed, so I let it be and started walking back to my desk. On the way over, I passed the smithy. There was a large pile of coins just sitting there in front of me. By this time, I was determined. I glanced around real quick and swiped two coins, putting them in my pocket. I was curious to how much they would be worth, but really, I was more interested in just having the coins than cashing them in. (Heard a commercial on the radio, the other day, about the rarity of gold coins, and how the government is putting some back into circulation. Probably what sparked the gold coins, in this dream.)

Well, as it turns out, these coins were being forged for some kind of foreign cartel, and they were not happy, to find out that some of their shipment was missing. After I had gotten off from work, I'd gotten word that the cartel had come into the office, realized there were coins missing, shot the smithy (and my boss, I think. Not sure), and was on a manhunt for whoever might have taken them. Most of us had been hanging out at a pool or spring or something, when we got the news. Word was that the cartel knew where we were, and was on their way to see us. Immediately, I knew that I had to get out of there. After having made them come searching for me, I was convinced that they would shoot me on site, whether I gave them the coins back or not. Quickly, I got out of the water, and started heading away from the rest of the group.

I hadn't gotten completely free yet, though. There was a sequence here, when the cartel first showed up, and we were all running and hiding for our lives. I don't remember much of it at all. My recall skips ahead, to where a friend and I had broken away from the fray, and made it out of the area, to where we'd begun to think we were in the clear. (Don't remember who the friend was, though.) I still hadn't confessed to keeping the coins. It probably wasn't the wisest idea, but I was going to try to get out of this, without having to. We walked down a dirt road, surrounded by brush - heading somewhere I can't remember - when the cartel's Jeep turned onto the trail, behind us. When they saw us, the sped toward us, AK-47s waving in the air. We broke into frantic dashes in the opposite direction, the Jeep closing in. I tried to trail off, into the brush on the side of the road, but I knew that there was a man now right behind me, on foot, drawing down on me. I could practically feel how close he was. Knowing that attempting to crawl over the next ridge would have been futile, I rolled over on the embankment, onto my back, and stared up at the man with the huge silver handgun. He was only seconds away from squeezing the trigger. I could sense it. I knew I was about to die.

Suddenly, just as a stoic panic set in, I realized that this couldn't be happening! I was dreaming! The realization just suddenly slapped me in the face, brushing away all fear. With an evil grin, I stood up on the embankment, and started walking slowly toward the guy with the gun. He didn't know what to think. At first, he backed up a few feet, still aiming the gun in my direction. I knew he was going to shoot, so I braced for it - unafraid, because I knew his bullets would do nothing to me. He fired off a few rounds at me while walking backward in retreat. I didn't even feel the bullets at all (which is rare, even while lucid), and I just continued walking toward him. Finally, I got within arms reach and raised one arm, grabbing the barrel of his gun and crushing it like putty, in my grip. The fear in the man's eyes grew as he, no doubt, knew what was now in store for him...

Unfortunately, I don't remember anything after this point.

I know him through a friend but I've never actually talked to him, but he is like my dream guy

Anyway the dream
Im having a house party, but im not really that interested in it, its only my close friends at the party, I think im kinda moody as well.
I go into the living room and look through the back door and I see Him there, he is not looking through the door he is stood sideways. I dont let him in ( why? He's beautiful) but I keep checking he's still there from an upstairs window and then I go to let him in like an hour later and he's gone.

I've never even talked to him and now he's in my dream

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was a young, white boy, maybe in high school. I had a mustache, and, instead of shaving it off I would try to trim it down to size. But each time I thought I had it right, I would somehow, while going about my usual business, realize I had a few really long hairs in my mustache.

At one point, possibly while in school, talking with a male classmate, I suddenly realized I had a few long hairs in my mustache. In panic, I ran down a long hallway to a bathroom to get the hairs off my face.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was short, skinny, with fair skin, and greenish eyes. I had shaggy, red-brown hair, and I wore a blue sweater.

I put my face really close to the mirror. I noticed that my "mustache" was just a few stray hairs above my lip, some of which were very long. I trimmed some of the long hairs. But I thought, in a panic, that this still wasn't enough. Why didn't I shave my mustache off altogether?

Dream #2

I walked away from talking with a male friend of mine. I walked through a city street of cobblestones and nice, old buildings about four or five stories high. It was daytime, clear, and sunny. The streets were almost completely empty.

Looking back over my right shoulder, I saw a young, black man in casual clothes walking down the street. I must have looked forward again. I may have been looking for one of my friends, as if I were meeting him somewhere.

I looked behind my right shoulder again. I saw a black man, maybe 10 or so years older than I, walk into what looked like a bar on the corner of the street. The man looked like one of my old friends, M. I hadn't seen him in such a long time, and he is such a great person. So I thought I'd run after him and say hi.

The place was a cafe rather than a bar. It was kind of narrow, and crowded with people. But it was full of a warm cheerfulness, as if everybody were happy to be out of the cold (even though I don't remember it having been very cold outside). The light was warm but and pale, as if the walls were painted a pale yellow.

I saw the man. But as I got closer and closer, he looked less and less like my old friend. Nevertheless, I still patted his shoulder to get his attention. I was about to say, "Hey, M!" But now I saw for sure that it was not M. I said, "Oh --sorry."

I was about to walk away, possibly toward a table. But the man stopped me. He asked me, "Did you want to say something? Why did you need to get my attention?"

I didn't want to tell the man I'd thought he was my old friend M. I thought that would make me look like an ignorant jerk.

I looked a little more at the man. He had dark skin, a round face, a little bit of grey and black stubble, and short dreads. He wore a pale blue and white striped button up shirt, dark, cuffed blue jeans, and sandals. He also wore a weird, metallic necklace with a huge dragon with open wings.

I thought I'd tell the man I thought his necklace was cool. But I didn't say anything.

The man told me that he made jewelry. He showed me a pair of silver earrings that looked really cool. The man then explained that he sold jewelry at this cafe, and that he came by every now and then to check on his sales.

The man walked me over to a wooden counter atop which were a few rotating displays of the man's earrings. The earrings were mainly long, narrow, and silver, with stones set into the ends or in the middles. I may have seen the man's name or the earring line's design name. The name started with "Bh."

Dream #3

I was in a big movie theatre. The theatre was dim and mostly empty. The theatre seemed huge, much larger than a normal theatre. The screen was high up on the wall. I sat in the front row.

I was here to see a Frederick Wiseman documentary, but I couldn't remember which one. I thought it had to do with kids in a tough situation.

A film now appeared on the screen (though, somehow, the screen appeared partly blocked by a tall potted plant or some pipes or wires or something).

The screen showed two boys, maybe about 8 and 10 years old. They were sitting in one of the front rows of the balcony of a theatre. The older boy was sharing popcorn with the younger boy, who wore huge glasses. The younger boy leaned his head against the older boy's shoulder.

Some young boy, about the age of the boys on screen, called from behind me, "Oh, Wiseman does this kind of thing all the time." I agreed with the boy's critique, although I didn't think it was a bad thing, just characteristic of Wiseman's style.

I wondered what the heck this documentary was about. I wondered if it was in fact a preview for the documentary I had actually come to see. I had come to see a film about kids in a tough situation. But here were these kids in a theatre. I thought that maybe the kids were in some kind of acting school for kids in a tough situation. But these kids looked like they were from a comfortable, if not rich, family.

I realized this documentary was about some kind of elite acting school. The second scene showed the parents as they were dropping their students off at the school. The parents all sat in a fluorescent-lit room. The room of folding-chairs was about half- occupied with parents.

The camera panned from the left to the right of the room, from the front, almost as if behind a pane of glass, as if from another room. But you could see (from what I could see behind the stuff partly blocking the screen) that a lot of these parents were themselves celebrities.

At one point, Shelley Duvall, in an Annie Hall like suit, was complaining about the way one of her kids was being treated at the school. Everybody in the audience (my audience) laughed at Shelley Duvall's speech, as if her ideas and mannerisms were so characteristic of her.

I dreamed I was with my friend Josh Phlug. We were picking some things up from my old house. We had to get them to my apartment.*

On the way back, we stopped a store. Inside, it was a white-tiled floor, with red shelves. Various items were everywhere. I'm taking a guess, and I'm gonna say this was a Target.*

Josh and I walk over to a counter and order pizza. I only had five bucks on me. We look and see, that the extra-large pieces cost about three dollars a piece. The large cost only $1.55.*

We purchase to large pieces and eat. After we ate, I suddenlybecame lucid without dream signs!!! I had a wedding to attend. My own actually. For I did propose to a girl named Lauren in my last LD.

I use the turn-around method to get there. I am not in a church. I am outside. The grass is a nice dark-green color. The sky is gray, but oh well. My parents, syblings, and friends are attending(obviously).*

We have to wait for awhile, so I chat with relitives and friends. Then, I think I should just summon Lauren myself. So, I do. Finally. We now listen to the annoying "Here Comes The Bride" song. We sit through the long ceremony(also annoying). Now the moment of truth.

"I do." Lauren says.*
"I do." I say.*
The pastor was nice. Dressed with that weird big white hat, and white robes. We looked at him.*
"You may kiss the bride." he announces. So, I kiss the bride. Awesome.*

So, we now leave and go to the reception. We party until I awake.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

12/11/10 I woke up and did a reality check, the flat seemed perfectly normal, but finally me trying to get in the habit of reality checking upon wakeups seemed to pay off. The only thing that seemed different to the flat was that it was mirrored, however I only discovered that after having checked my hand and found 7 fingers. I went around the room looking at the details and feeling it up a bit in order to stabilise and noticed an extravagant amount of ornamental lighting, which is unusual for me, screw it I refuse to be an anti consumerist in my sleeping life, it looked rather nice after all. Ok so, stabilisation seems to be OK and it is now daylight rather than dark outside. I do a little jump over my coffee table and refuse to land and instead take off into flight, the old fly through the window without breaking it is intriguing as ever. That is until I slam my face against the glass and I can feel my glasses bending on my face. That is weird I have never worn glasses in my dreams before. I try again for a bit, unsuccessful until I decide to just open the damn thing, damn what is going on with my control. I fly out and find some scaffolding and slide down it, but the falling sensation is arousing a primal fear so I take off into flight instead (W.T.F!!!!!???), landing on a trailer a bit later. I call out for Mitzu and turn around to see her reflection in a window and sure enough she comes around the corner a bit later. She looks somewhat different, still yellow eyes, but more Asian, she also has an Asian accent. I speak to her in Danish (I normally don't do that in dreams either) and think again. I can't remember what I said in Danish, but the English sentence I muttered was “I don't expect this to be an issue, but is it OK if I speak Danish to do you understand” She replied that it wasn't a problem and the dream started fading.

Damn, Damn, Damn I just want to have a good conversation with her but I always seem to wake up shortly after her appearing.

12.11.2010

Notice (Note)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I haven't been updating my Dream Journal for a while due to my very important 'O' Level Examinations, which ended today. Well that's about to change now. From now on I'll put in more effort in keeping this Dream Jounal alive and also have a successive lucid dream.

I also re-started my DJ 2.6, kinda like starting a new.

Note: Something really strange happened, it seems there is a piece of Asuka's soul in someone else's body… uh… She said she did that when she wasn't sure if she might die from the illness Walms put in her. I was put off a bit by that since there has not been anything to date that we haven't been able to help her with, so that was her first resort? Regardless of my feelings about her doing it, the goal was to get that piece of her soul back and set the woman she had placed it in free. Nomad was also wanting to have some fun, so I was hoping to do something fun with him after we were done with that. I used my light / sound machine and slipped into a WILD…

I am on the moon, in the biodome, near the koi pond. I look around to see if there is anyone else there, but I don't see anyone else right away. I walk around a bit, looking for someone, and I see a portal open. A man comes through the portal, he looks rather confused, then he asks me if he's on the moon. I tell him that yes, he is on the moon, and he seems to be very happy about that… so happy in fact, that he disappears into thin air… oops… he must have gotten too excited and woken himself up. I wait for a bit longer and find Nomad meditating just under the water level of the koi pond. That seems a bit odd, I have seen him meditate over the pond, but never under it… I go over to the edge of the pond and deliberately startle a fish into swimming right past him. The fish slaps Nomad in the face with its tail, snapping him out of his self induced trance. He surfaces and looks at the fish before looking over at me. Nomad says he had been meditating for a bit, I say I could see that, then I went over and gave him a big hug, thinking he would need it due to some difficulties he has been having in his waking life that I won't go into here since it's rather personal. Now that I have found Nomad, we can go to MoSh's inner world where Asuka and the other woman will be waiting. I open the portal and we both go through it.

Nomad and I are in the yard in front of MoSh's house, and we go over to it. MoSh meets us there, he says he hadn't realized Nomad would be there, but that's good, just in case something got out of hand. I ask MoSh what he things might get out of hand, there doesn't seem to be an enemy involved here, just an old woman with a piece of Asuka's soul, and that old woman should be glad to be free of it rather than try to resist having it taken out. MoSh says that he just wants to make sure everything is taken care of in case something goes wrong. I decide that arguing about that would be extremely pointless, so I follow MoSh into the living room where Asuka is sitting on the couch and there is an older woman sitting beside her. The older woman has a sweet grandmotherly look to her, like the kind of grandmother that would be constantly spoiling the grandkids… She smiles, and that makes her look even more grandmotherly. I go over to the two of them, and both of them greet me at the exact same time. It is like a couple of twins in perfect sync, it seems a bit odd, really… I tell the two Asukas that we are here to make sure her soul is made whole again, and that all of it is returned to her own body. She says she knows and is ready, or rather both of them say that at the same time… It is a really weird effect…

So the process goes very simply, and there are no interferences or little things going wrong… for once something is going as planned. I use the song Come Out and Play by the Offspring to separate the part of Asuka's soul from the other woman's soul, and as I am doing that, Nomad seems to actually reach into the older woman's heart and he pulls out a tiny glowing speck of light. It is like he is somehow holding a tiny miniature star in his hands, the light the star is putting off is beautiful. Nomad is handling it as if it is made of glass and it might break if it is handled too harshly, he carefully moves with it over to Asuka and holds it out towards her. The spark floats right out of Nomad's hand, seemingly of its own accord, and over to Asuka. It hovers in front of her briefly before merging into Asuka's chest. Asuka's entire body briefly glows and then the light is gone, contained within Asuka again. I can't help but be a little sorry to see the light go, but then I notice that if I look into Asuka's eyes, I can still see the spark, it is still in there.

The older woman is looking very confused right now, she is looking around the room and asking where she is, she doesn't seem to have any memory of the time she was merged with a piece of Asuka's spark. She says she is lost, she doesn't know how she has gotten here, but could we possibly direct her back to her home? I ask where her home is, she says her home is in the old folks' home down on Timberline Drive. She says she should get back there soon, then she scoffs a bit and says it's not like anyone there has probably even noticed that she is gone. She says it's not like she gets any visitors in that dump, she continues muttering about her kids ignoring her and her grandkids not even knowing she's alive, and then she suddenly stops that and looks around at all of us. She apologizes for running on about her problems, when she is sure we will be wanting to get her out of our way as soon as possible. I tell her that's not true, I haven't even been around her long enough to be thinking such rude things, she says I should be glad. She says she might as well go home… her home is at the old folks' home down on Timberline Drive. She resumes muttering about not having any visitors and other stuff… the way she is muttering it she sounds rather funny, but then a single tear is rolling down her face, this apparently is affecting her more than she might admit.

I am not sure if the woman's state of mind has anything to do with this, but Q appears and tells the old woman she will have to be checked out to make sure there were no ill effects from being merged with another person. He says there may be other things that can be done to help her, as well. She says she doesn't want any needle baring doctors, she gets enough shots at the home… which is where she lives, the home for old folks down on Timberline Drive. I notice that is the third time she has repeated the part about her home on Timberline Drive, and I wonder if she remembers saying it before. Q disappears with the old woman, then he reappears alone just a second later. He tells me that the old woman is in the moon tower with the docs, Janet, Maura, and Washu, she needs some help. He says her kids and grandkids were all killed in a fire a couple years back, and she was not willing to accept that, so she had built this fantasy that they had abandoned her in the home, which was somehow more comforting than the thought they are dead. He said she just seems to be a lonely old woman, but she will be cared for. I am listening to Q when I wake up.