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I was on the subway with MA and KA. We were supposed to go to MA's house or something. When we were about to board the bus, we had trouble deciding which one to go on. KA said she wanted to go on one that was a 2 hour long bus ride to go to the airport or something like that. We got on it but then I said it was ridiculous. We then got on another bus.

I think eventually we were at the subway again, debating over whose house to go to. MA said we could go to her house, and I really wanted to (at one point in the dream I did slightly wonder why I would even bother hanging out with her) for some reason. But KA kept saying that we should go to her house. Eventually we got on a bus but it ended up being the one to KA's house; I got annoyed and made us switch directions.

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I was eating popcorn, and was about to get the cheese flavoring. The dream then faded.

The 1st dream I remember from last night was a nightmare. There were 4 dream characters: a retarded diabetic guy, a guy who looked like me & was making fun of the 1st guy by flapping his elbows up & down, the mystery girl in the bathtub, and the BAD GUY... I don't know if he was a vampire or the devil himself, but I knew he was the one who was "behind everything" & he gave off some nasty evil vibes. For some reason the diabetic guy was going into a hypoglycemic episode & couldn't even walk/feed himself, so I had to carry him to where we found some chocolate dates, which I stuffed into his mouth. Chocolate everywhere, while the guy who looked like me was flapping his arms in a very disturbing way, making fun of the very serious situation with this diabetic guy. Once he was okay, I realized there was a bathtub behind me with the curtain drawn. I heard the rings on the rod rattle and said, "Mother?" while I pulled back the curtain. Inside in a full tub was a girl. I woke up & was very disturbed by this dream. I had to turn the lights on to write it down & was hesitant to turn them off after that.

Next dream I only recall fragments of, but I think I had a false awakening & a moment of lucidity. In this dream *I* was the bad guy... I was a vampire or had some supernatural powers. I abducted a girl and flew off with her. A bunch of people flew after me to try to catch her. While I was flying my dream got VERY vivid, I could see the colors of the trees I flew over & even the pine needles themselves. I think at this point is where I was semi-lucid/lucid & my base male desires took over... I tried to have sex with the girl I'd abducted, but closed my eyes at some point & the dream faded. I THOUGHT I woke up, but I'm not sure... it may have been a false awakening, because I *really* woke up later on.

notes

OTHERME is writing with a quill on a desk outdoors on a grassy rolling hill between forests and mountains.

He says he is writing my dreams before they happen.

WTF

Then he goes all Alex Grey on my ass and blows my mind by morphing into gods and molecules.

Fragments: Dream Share
In the dream, I've just had a shared dream with my brother and William Shatner. I compare notes with my brother, and he tells me the details of his version. My recall of that dream is somewhat poor, but all the main elements are there.

This morning I fell asleep in my bedroom and suddenly perceived a weird feeling that I immediately connected with an OBE, based on some previous experiences that were basically the starting of OBEs. The feeling was both visual (like complete darkness and then a sort of light) and kinesthetic, quite familiar to me, but difficult to describe. I decided to let the feeling go on so to go further into the experience. Then I decided to move and turn around on the other side of the bed; immediately I found myself moving as I wanted to (I actually fell asleep on a side, with my arm around my partner's shoulders). I was very lucid, I actually wondered if I was moving with my physical body. I got up of bed and started moving around the room, noticing that I was very light and was almost fluctuating and thinking that this meant I was having an OBE. The emotion was very strong. I decided to get out of the room. I passed through the closed door, I did it slowly but with no effort and noticed with great lucidity that I was doing it. I found myself in the corridor, that looked a little different from the actual one, and very lighted (while in "reality" the shutters were closed, so it was dark). I kept moving lightly, fluctuating in the corridor, almost flying, and then reached the front room. It was wider and a little different from the actual one, with a huge glass door as big as the whole wall (instead of the two much smaller ones I have). Everything was wide and lighted by the sun. The emotions grew while I kept flying around the front room. I noticed that my hands could easily pass through the glass of the window, and did it more than once, always very lucid. I looked at my hands (it is a reality check I often do during the day) and they were almost trasparent, the fingers were like crooked and crossed together. Then I decided to go somewhere else and chose my parents' house. Only for a moment I found myself there, in the corridor of their house, still fluctuating and having that sense of extreme lightness. Was difficult though to keep staying there so I woke up. Actually it was a false awakening, I woke up in another dream, in bed, with my partner, in the exact posture in which I fell asleep, just with the bedroom looking a little bit different. I was telling her about the experience, being very excited and thinking about writing the experience in my journal. Then I woke up, finding very difficult, in the first moments, to realize that the previous conversation was a dream.

I think I was in a church? And I had to walk through it, and I did so with my middle fingers up in the air? lol? The people in there were looking, staring me down as I did it.

Some kind of creature person that looked like 'she' was from a scary movie. I know there is more to that part but I can't think of any of it.

CJ and I... and something more to do with the creature girl.

So I set my alarm for 4:30am and fell asleep at midnight, hoping that the REM cycle would line up with my alarm. I don't know if I woke up at all from my alarm or what, but I cannot remember even hearing the sound. Now, looking at my phone I realize the phone was on vibrate!! How silly.

Tomorrow I will set the alarm appropriately and seriously attempt this WILDing technique because I think it could be a really effective way for me to LD!

I want to gain a level of control with my LDs so that I can say, tonight I want an LD, and actually have the LD.

I am doing the 90 day WILD journey, and instead of clogging the forum with posts, I'll just keep a separate post here in my DJ.

Dream 1-- Home Training with Ninjas and Cats

This dream starts out in a miscellaneous location that I cannot recall off the top of my head. What's happening is that me and the other "ninjas" in Ninjitsu are doing drills by lining up and then all completing the same technique, then running to the back of the line. I don't remember actually completing any technique, but I remember looking at the line, and watching people do it. I remember looking at Sensei, standing with his arms crossed and not looking particularly impressed by anything that was going on.

Suddenly, the drills are still going on, but now they are in my house-back-in-Dallas's kitchen. I think there was this white ladder-like thing that people had to climb before they could perform the technique. I sat down in a chair, eating some chips while they all did the technique because I didn't want to stand in the line, but I was still prepared to have my turn I think.

After a while, the scene changes again, and all the people are gone, it ends up being night time, and there is black cat rubbing up against me. Now, I have a cat in my house, but she is orange and white striped. When this black cat starts touching me, I turn into what I have deemed "passive observer." This state is a crucial dream sign for me and is basically where I no longer identify with a body or actually do much of anything. Instead, I am just thinking about what is going on and watching the dream as if it were a movie that I have no control over or stake in.

So, this cat rubs up against my leg, and I use my hand to pet its head. I get this thought that's like I wonder if cats like to be handled this way and what would be the best way for someone to pet me if I were a cat. So I stop petting the cat and it rubs up against my leg again, presumably to get pet again. I am thinking now about why I would rub up against someone's leg if I were a cat (my dreams can be super-analytical sometimes because that's who I am in real life). I don't do anything and the cat remains unmoving, while still contacting my leg, for about 4 seconds, realizes it won't get pet, and then walks away.

Then, it comes back with two other cats in tow. This part of the dream is really confusing, because I was semi-playing with the cats, and they randomly became kind of hostile. I think this dream brought me back to my childhood where I would mess around with and abuse my cat.

I try to incorporate my dreams into my real life because I think they are intimately connected. I try to find those connections within my dreams and see what my subconscious is trying to get me to remember or do in the future.

Anyway, I'm still in my kitchen and these three cats are just walking around. I have a blanket and I playfully throw it over one so that it is completely covered. I have done this to my cat many times, and it would freak out, and sprint up the staircase to hide under a bed. I found this really funny at the time but looking back it was pretty abusive and silly.

So in the dream, the cat doesn't really find that amusing. I take a hold of the blanket again, and the cat starts walking toward me. For some reason I have this thought that the cat is being hostile, so I start backing up until I back up into a wall. The cat continues to approach me so I raise the blanket up to my neck to protect myself. The cat, who looks like a male version of my cat at home, starts to get up on his hind legs and climb the blanket with his front paws. I start to get scared about what would happen and that this cat could potentially claw the shit out of my face.

I think at this point I wake up.

Dream 2-- Detention in the College Kitchen

This dream was rather long, but I can only remember bits and pieces of it.

The general setting is that I am in a cafeteria, and I am serving detention for I don't know what. There are DCs that all seem to me to be relatively dumb but also surprisingly cool. As in, I become a passive observer by analytically assessing the situation and determining that I am not as cool as everyone around me and I'm trying to notice their movements/gestures/words so that I can copy them in the future. I don't really DO much of anything in this dream except observe while the action happens all around me. In my opinion, it's not awful because I'm really interested in figuring how I see the world, but at the same time it serves as a constant reminder about who I am in real life because I will totally zone out during conversations or parties just because I'm so caught up in my head.

Anyway, enough about my problems this is a DJ. So, I am in this large cafeteria with brown tables and yellow walls. It doesn't remind me of any place in particular, but definitely looks like a cafeteria. The first DC I run into is this guy with a buzz cut and a moustache. He reminds me of a thin version of Ryan from my Spanish class, who I don't really talk to except this one time where he brought up that he really likes to smoke weed. I guess it stuck with me.

Thinking about it, this dream is really scattered and fuzzy. The event that stands out to me the most is that there was this poster that someone gave to either me or my friend as a gift in the dream. It was a green poster board with magnets in the shape of dicks placed on it. There were three dick-magnets on the green posterboard, and the guy said that combined they managed to accurately point north or something.

There were marking on the posterboard and I wanted to measure it and figure out if it was legit. I took out a six inch ruler, which I apparently had in my hands, and starts to measure to angle of the distance between the dick-magnets or something. As I got more and more into it, I forgot what I was doing, and I would be blinking and seeing that more pencil would appear on the board even though I wasn't actually drawing anything. I thought the dick-magnets were really funny when I first saw them.

Dream 3-- Tim Jang and Frat Guys Make me Sleepy

This dream was short. It was night time and I was hanging out with Tim Jang, from my high school, and frat guys from college. I always feel out of place in these kind of dreams, where there is partying and alcohol and drugs just because I have abstained from them for the sake of trying to meditate and find my higher self.

So, they are smoking weed and are probably cross-faded at this point, we all walk into an apartment. I am totally passive observer at this point, and I am tired. I can recognize that I am tired because my thoughts feel really heavy and incoherent, my eyes are only 75% open. So I decide to lay down on the bed even though everyone else is still having a party and doing their own thing. I have regrets about doing this even in the dream but I feel like I have no choice because I am so tired and am not conversing with anyone anyways.

When I wake up, all the frat guys are gone but Tim Jang is there. I don't really understand where we are and I look down to see my Halloween costume, which was a large white board acting as my Fbook wall, totally covered in the marks from the guys. The board in my dream didn't really resemble the board of real life because it had two actual status updates from me, which I couldn't read. Something I've found interesting, though, is that text in my dreams is usually legible and will actually keep stable when I look away and look back if I am paying enough attention to notice.

So, I get a little sad/pissed off knowing that my board just got ruining and that I fell asleep when everyone else was having fun. Tim and I decide to walk back to the dorms, but I don't know where we are. We discuss it for a little bit, and then start to walk. Then I wake up.

My mom, me, and two of her sisters were inside of what was supposed to be my Mom's house. It was a little like the house she grew up in. We were all getting ready to walk outside to go somewhere when we heard a terrible wind- one so strong that I thought the house might fall apart. The wind didn't last long though, and soon it was sunny and beautiful outside. I went out to look around. I couldn't see any damage from the wind, and everything looked as usual- except for a strange spot in the air. I was like space was distorted in the shape of a 20-foot-tall jellyfish. I could see through it, but there were streaks of "air" that were smeared and slightly opaque. I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures of it. It seemed familiar to me in my dream, like I had seen or heard of this phenomenon before, so I wasn't afraid. I attributed it to the large wind that had just ripped through, and assumed it would dissipate over time. I laid down on the ground to get a shot of the sun rays piercing through the anomaly and as I was focusing my shot, I saw that the thing was moving, and that it was much much larger and farther away than I had initially thought. Almost immediately after this realization I saw that it was a giant light bulb, the size of a house, and then it crashed to the ground, glass shattering everywhere. I was far enough away that only tiny shards of glass showered me, but didn't cut me as they probably would have in real life. Still in shock, I got up, and looked farther down the road and saw a giant lamp shade and lamp base (both the size of skyscrapers) crash from the sky. I ran inside and explained to my mo what had just happened. I told her that I wondered if the recent creation of tiny black holes by the LHC was responsible for this. All I could imagine was that reality as we knew it was breaking down or universes were colliding, expanding, shifting, distorting…something very serious.

I turned on the television to find the news. I couldn't find anyone speaking about these events. I couldn't think of anyone else to call so I called my ex and asked him if he had noticed anything. He hasn't heard about anything, but he came over. My mom was making some kind of sugar cookies. They looked already cooked, but she is puts them on a baking sheet and throws them in the oven. She offered one to my ex. He took one and so did I.

My mom's ex-husband was there instead of her current one. We were all in survival mode. I went to the garage at the back of the house and I heard cats meowing, as if they were crying, and it seemed to be coming from the walls. I ran to the backyard where my two dogs had been. They were gone. To my left, where my dog Mina had been, I saw a large 4' X 3' baking pan filled with what looked like a chocolate cake or uncut brownies. There was a face on it, and it looked scared. I was terrified of it, it seemed to be looking at me. I picked up some nearby garbage (packing material or insulation?) and threw it at the thing. The trash was light, so it didn't hurt the thing, but some of it fell in it's mouth. I turned to run and I heard it pitifully ask, "Help?" I turned around, "Are you ok?" The thing was looking at me, and said in a frightened voiced tinged with nervous laughter, "I..I don't know" and it tried to smile. I started to go back and get the trash out of the cake's mouth, but I was too scared to approach it. I told the thing, "It will come out on it's own eventually," and tried to fake a smile.

I ran back inside to tell everyone what I had just seen. My ex was already inside telling my family about the thing, he had encountered it before me it seems. It now was apparent to me that this thing was previously my old dog Mina. I ran back out to it and out to look for Nadja, my other dog. I saw another cake pan, with something pink inside…but before I can run to it, we all saw a small injured white cat walking slowly towards us. My mom's ex says, "I heard that t he cats are "mascots" and they don't change, but they are preyed upon by other things." The cat was very sick but came to us willingly. We brought it inside and looked for food to feed it.

Once we are inside, something started shooting as us from outside in the backyard. My mom's ex, who now looks like a stranger and perhaps isn't supposed to be her ex, was fighting back and had a massive supply of weapons scattered all over the living room floor. I wanted to help fight, so I looked for something I could use. I touched a few guns and knives but realized that I didn't know how to use any of them. One strange metal medieval-looking cross-bow/sword started to move on its own. It had been infected/effected by whatever was happening to reality. I grabbed a weapon that looks like a flashlight, and I pounded the thing until it was smashed and not moving.

My mom screamed as she opened a trunk in the dining area. "Another alligator head!" One of the men in the room grabbed it, it was alive even though it was a bodiless head, and he kicked it outside the front door, where I could see dozens of other live alligator heads chattering around the front yard.

We had to run outside from the shooting, and soon we ended up in an urban city-scape that seemed deserted. Things still fell from the sky, and I knew the reality breakdown was progressing.

A flock of sparrows flew up to us. We threw some bread to them. "They are normal!, they are real!" someone yelled. "Yeeesss, weee are reeaallll…" the sparrows all droned together.

I woke up at this point, wrote everything down, and decided to go back to sleep and re-enter this dream, but stay lucid. I was successful, for a short time:

I was back in the house, but no one else was there. I could see white walls in front of me, and two small puppy faces merged into the walls, as if a small husky and a small bulldog melted into the wall with only their faces left unconsumed. "I am dreaming, so I don't have to be afraid of them," I thought. As I grabbed the husky I saw that he wasn't melted into the wall like I thought, I just hadn't been able to see the rest of his body. I pulled him out and pulled out the bulldog too, and then I lost lucidity.

I saw my mom, and kept trying to tell her about this crazy dream I just had. She was busy with some paper work, and eventually I got the idea that I was being annoying.

Later my littlest sister and I were out riding bikes through the neighborhood, which now looked ravaged. We were trying to help a group of people. Something scary happened at a house…(can't remember what) I woke up again.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

12/11/10 I am putting this one in a separate entry as it occurred during an afternoon nap.

I am in a supermarket, or rather I am listening to the story of a guy who is not allowed back into the supermarket although his friends are in there drinking beer. He says that if he knew he wouldn't be able to get back in he would have stopped for a beer like his friends. It doesn't make it better that he can see them laughing at him from the other side of a window screen where he is trying to get them to help. They are pretty drunk apparently.

Skip (There seem to be a continuous temporal structure to the dream, but a radical change of scenery takes place here and there)

I am supposed to go meet some friends of mine (I actually had to do this) and I promised Ronja I would pop by with some groceries. I obtain these groceries at a meeting of some kind, seems a bit like a therapeutic setting (the details are a bit unclear). The groceries are some she has left from a prior party or gathering of some description and includes half a sack of coal and numerous rectangular boxes. Nothing weird about that, I pick it up and head to her flat, I am speaking to multiple people on the way out and even ask one of them to hold the door, which isn't like me considering my total social ineptitude. As I get out of the main door the bottom of the bag drops and I am forced to put the boxes in the half empty (Not sure if this it is thinking positive or negative here, from Ronja's perspective I would come across as negative seeing I am referring to her lack of coal, but it is a positive thing for me that there is enough space to fit the remaining groceries inside the sack, I suppose optimism isn't an absolute variable independent of context. Philosophical ruminations aside and back to the dream) sack of coal, and although it is an anoying situation that will further obstruct me from meeting my friends I join in with the random laughs the situation is sparking from bystanders, I mean come on the situation is actually a cliché so just go with it when it happens, right? I get to Ronja's block, which is located in Hornslet and the building is way to tall for anything that exists in that little town. I feel a bit down again as I know it will take a bit of time to get all the way to the top. I try and cheat my pulling out my mouse and clicking on a very small area towards the top of the building to call the lift. This is where I start realising that something is off. “Hang on a minute, my interactions with those people back there and this”. I check my hand and although all fingers are there my index finger and the one next to the pinky (sorry too lazy and busy to look up the actual name of it) are growing shorter. Right, Dreaming! I fly up a bit, lending a brief contemplation to how easy it would be to go and drop off the groceries now, and how utter pointless it would be to even try. I see a man up there and call out “Hey! you know we are dreaming right?” “Yeah sure” he replies sincerely. I get down activate my senses in order to promote stabilisation and start touching a lot of things. The road that should have a stony asphalt sort of feel to it feel an awful lot like a mixture between rubber and the wooden floor you would find in a sports arena, weird. There is some more scaffolding in the surrounding and a man is walking up the street in the same direction as me. I go over to him intending to introduce myself, but I realise it is my old school friend Thomas. I tell him we are dreaming, and he seems to handle it with a bit of difficulty trying to run away from. He runs in a weird zig zag fashion trying to get away from me. We end up fighting and although he is no match for me I am not quite able to throw him far away into the galaxy as I intended with my first move and he keeps coming back as I keep grabbing his wrist and kicking him in the torso. Some woman appear and join the fight, but I would rather just kiss her so holding on to Thomas, I grab the woman's arm in the other and sort of position her between us as she strikes. I kiss her and I can see her cheeks gaining colour and a small smile arise. I later try to get rid of Thomas to get with the woman, but she refuse me and Thomas keeps coming back, damn! I try to force her a bit as I have heard DCs can be easily persuaded, but I wake up prematurely to lend empirical support to that theory.

A friend walking a lot:
I walk out into the kitchen and find my mum and dad sitting there. As I have just come to the threshold, mum tells me in a very surprised voice that my friend Philip has been walking back and forth towards the parking lot extremely many times today (at least 20 times). I look out of the window and see him walking down there and feel a little surprised myself and wonder if he has a forgetful day or something.

Preparing for P.E.:
I am in the dressing room in one of the schools I used to go to and appear to be in 7th grade or something. A P.E. lesson will soon begin and I am changing for that. However, I do not have my ordinary gym clothes with me and therefore decide to put my jacket on and nothing else (not even panties...). At the time it feels like a fine idea, but then I start to think that if I do not even wear panties I cannot move very much and certainly not sit down. I therefore decide to put these on too. When reflecting a bit more over this I am awakened by my alarm clock.

November 12, 2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am at a sleepover, and Mr. Steeper is the parent supervising. I am in a room with a large bed and comforters all over the floor. Emily, Nicole, and someone else are on the floor with blank stares, unmoving. A little girl with black hair is on the bed, laughing. Sam is there as well, and she is being her usual Sam self, yelling and getting excited over nothing. Mr. Steeper comes and checks on us, and with no surprise, he is wearing his usual HTS faculty golf shirt and the track suit pants with the shirt tucked in. We eat something of some significance, I have a feeling it was to do with pirates for some reason. I have to go to the bathroom, so I walk outside the room. I am in Megan Sherifovski’s house. The tiles on the lower floor are still white marble, and the staircase is the same, curved and not carpeted. I walk down the staircase and look around for the bathroom. Then I remember, this is Megan’s house. The bathroom is to the right of the staircase. I look up and see movement. There is Megan in a short white flowy dress, gracefully pacing back and forth. She must know that I am here in her house at a sleepover that is not hers. I walk over to the bathroom. Wait. Why would Mr. Steeper be in Megan’s house? I must be dreaming! Everything goes white, then flashes to colour. I am excited, but then I calm myself down. I can feel my dream body and I move around. I am in no particular place, just surrounded by flashing light. I think this must be a very unstable dream. I can feel the dream fading, so I decide to spin. I try to spin, but my surroundings are so strange that I can’t tell if I am spinning or not. I wake up.

My first lucid dream!

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.