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Notes say 'heroes in city', not sure what that refers to. I do vaguely remember some kind of 'time portal' in a wall (an ancient Japanese wall, with gorgeous paintings). There was a soundtrack. At some point Hiro Nakamura shows up (comes back from the past or future), but with prosthetic limbs, and a coffee machine on his head?

Second dream. Dad being a dick again and talking shit about me because the model airplanes I made as a child look like shit in his opinion. He says I'm as lazy as my "good-for-nothing brother". I feel powerless and enraged by it. I fantasized about murdering the shit out of him by ripping off his head. That's what tends to happen when I feel powerless. It's like I become a cornered wild animal. I get really, really mad. I woke up breathing rapidly, still upset. And disturbed by the level of imaginary violence I just unleashed on someone who did nothing to me in real life, and I'm supposed to love.

I'm in a room (in the sewers?), trapped. I look for a key to get out. Eventually I do. Eventually I'm driving a big vehicle (a truck?) through an industrial area closely resembling one of my (many) previous workplaces (tank farm, BASF). Someone sees me. It's my worst enemy from that time, Paul. I try to flee but give up after a short while. Turns out if not him at all, but a female fire safety officer (or whatever the role is called in English, we call it "veiligheidswacht" or "brandwacht). We talk for a bit, then I manage to leave. Back in the sewers now. A man-sized demon sees me. I flee, quickly climbing a ladder to a higher level. I crawl through a narrow space, but my passage through the next small room is blocked by a kind of smaller pig-demon. A fat guy is also stuck in that room. I kill the pig-demon with five shots from my shotgun. I got outside, onto the streets. My getaway driver arrives. The cops are watching from behind the windows of the building next to us. I tell the fat guy (who had a Hispanic name) to hurry up and get in the car before the cops get suspicious.

I was seated at a large table together with many of my former classmates. We were eating sandwiches (pistolets). I specifically remember T. Leyssens.

Long dream, but all I got is mostly forgotten one-word notes. I think I kidnapped the double of the headmaster of the school (a woman) and temporarily locked her up in a closet of sorts. I told her I was going to "make her rich" before I closed the closet door. I think I had some kind of scheme planned out that would make use of her physical resemblance to the headmaster to make lots of cash. I went to tell 'the others'. Including my former boss from work (P. Bosmans), who seemed as skeptical as always.

I was at home (apartment, 4th floor), and my mother was there too. A woman 'rings' the doorbell. I see her face on the screen of that doorbell gizmo of which I don't know the English name. Intercom? She looks like a stereotypical hooker. She orders me to let her in. Or else. She pulls out a revolver, and makes it clear that if I don't let her in, she'll break in and hurt us. I get super pissed off, a shot of adrenaline going through me, and tell her "mine's bigger" (I own an AR15 carbine and Remington 870 shotgun). As I walk towards the bedroom to get my artillery, I tell my mother to call the cops. I open the gun locker, and decide to settle for the Glock 19. It takes forever to get the gun ready, as the law requires the weapon to be unloaded, secured with a trigger lock, and ammo stores separately. As I was messing around with the bullets (my fine motor skills were impaired by the adrenaline rush), I felt like I was fully prepared to kill that woman. The idea that it felt so easy kind of scared me. My plan was to open my bedroom window (which is right above the front door), and give her ONE chance to fuck off. If she tried anything, she'd be dead. Luckily, moments before I could put my brash plan into action, I woke up. Still stiff with real-world adrenaline.

Had a dream involving me going to a dangerous country to help save a young boy who entered in by accident. He was a toddler when he walked on in, but this was a mission given to me a few years later. The country was violent and heartless. It trained the young to be strong fighters and to have hatred in their hearts. I was to go in by faith and try to convert a village of people to a better way of life, while taking the kid back home to his parents. I struggled greatly before I left, because I wanted someone, anyone else to do it instead. Unfortunately there was nobody else suited for the task. There was nobody more qualified.

Not only did I go in not knowing how to accomplish this task, I got thrown into participating in football matches as well, even though I am not a fan of the sport. I am not physically fit, and I barely know the rules of the game. Luckily I was playing against a high school team on a small field. They were using a softball instead of a football. I managed to get a good throw half way across the field and a team mate caught it and got a touchdown. This game went so well I was the designated guy to go filling in on various teams to secure their wins. This was tied to the previous task of saving the child. If I would become a well-known player in this sport, then my opinion would carry more weight, and people who be more prone to listening to what I had to say.


I think this dream kind of touches on my personal life a bit. I am very doubtful of my own skills, yet everyone around me pushes me to do greater things, and when I do I tend to succeed.

I think I was with a really nice girl for a while. Nothing too naughty, just caressing, kissing her all over, etc...

I was doing random stuff, until I noticed I was hovering. I realized this wasn't exactly 'normal', yet I was also convinced this was totally real and I could really fly. I thought, "Neat, let's use it to go visit my mom". She lived in a town called 'Vlimmeren' (she doesn't, that town is where my former gun club is located). Flying low over the streets, I felt like I had to be very careful making turns. I thought this was real, remember, so I figured smacking into a building at high speed because of inertia would cause serious bodily injury. At some point I trail off and apparently forget about my previous objective completely. I go inside somewhere and decide to show off for the people there. I hover through the doors, and show one guy how there's no wire holding me to the ceiling. I decide for some reason to try and burst through the doors at high speed. I put my feet on the wall opposite of the door to get a bit of a push, as I didn't have space to build speed. As I did this, one guy said: "This guy doesn't understand inertia". Whatever you say, DC. Schmuck.

The first dream was an absolutely dreadful nightmare. I was in my apartment, or rather my vision was (I was 'the camera'). My body was in the bedroom, asleep. There was some kind of entity of pure evil in there with me, and the camera just drew closer and closer to it. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't look away. I think the entity was in my bedroom, and the camera followed it there. It all sounds silly, and I barely remember what really happened, other than that it was horrifically scary and made Paranormal Activity look like the Teletubbies.

In the following dream, I was friends with game industry critic Jim Sterling. That was pleasant, I guess?

I found myself laying on some kind of raft, floating on a river of boiling lava. It was pretty clear this was Hell, and that river was pretty clearly the famous Styx. I had to be careful moving around on the 'raft' (the raft felt soft, more like a mattress, blanket or mat instead of a wooden raft) as every compression allowed lava onto its surface, touching my hands/ I actually touched the lava a few times, but it didn't do any damage and it didn't hurt. There was a giant three-headed monster on the shore, eating fleeing people left and right. The people were all dressed very modern and casual, and they looked as confused as I was. No one knew how they'd gotten there, only that this place was awful. The monster is of course based on Cerberus, the monster from Greek mythology that guards the Styx in Dante's Inferno. But this version of Cerberus didn't look like a dog. Its neck was long and serpentine, and its heads looked like the head of a Velociraptor or Tyrannosaurus rex. It was the size of a large house. There were also smaller monsters, I can only call them 'demons'. Vicious critters the size of a man. About the environment... It felt very 'alien'. Not at all like a volcanic environment, as people often think of Hell. This felt more like a lava river on Mars or something. Nothing felt familiar. There was a man with a large camera down there, filming the horrible scenes. I was seeing the scene though his lens, now. Then he got caught by Cerberus. The camera fell to the ground, as the beast gobbled him down in one vicious bite. The camera was on the ground, me still seeing the scene though it. Like in the ending of Paranormal Activity, a ghost-like entity attacked the camera as if it knew I was watching. I was scared half to death.

The next scene appeared to be a continuation of the Hell dream. I awoke in a large room, where others were also waking up. My grandmother (on father's side) was there too. She spoke about getting ready for the "next film", or something? We were doing some weird kind of ritual. A satanic ritual?

This dream was far less pleasant than the last one. I was in what I think was a bar? A certain celebrity I've been obsessed with was there. While I was working up the courage to talk to her, tongue tied and not even sure what to say, I noticed another guy I used to know from work (Nick P.) was already confidently chatting her up. Now, in real life, Nick is someone who's going places. He started his own company. He's smart, driven, stylish, sociable, and therefore all the things I am not. Being confronted with "not being good enough" was humiliating. Can I go back to Hell, please?

I was in a super-creepy, dark and dilapidated abandoned hospital. I was being hunted, again, by Pennywise the dancing clown. I closed as many doors behind me as I could, trying to lock him in a bathroom. I ran into a more open hallways (still dark). Someone told me (over a radio?) to hurry to a certain location. I wasn't too keen on navigating this awful place much longer, as I was pretty sure those doors wouldn't contain Pennywise for long.

I had a bunch of visual hallucinations while still technically awake.

Tapping on table, the table is suddenly gone (I'm still tapping but I realize I'm in my real bed so I stop). The ASMR I was listening to included water sounds, and this translated to water appearing in the hallucination in some form.

I was near a house where something happened earlier (except it didn't, fake memory). An old wooden house. I saw a big spider running on the floor. I woke up and panic, thinking the spider was in my bed. Took a good few moments before the reality of the spider not being real had sunk in.

I was in a supermarket at night, fighting off armed robbers with my G19. I was on the ground, aimed my gun at one of them and pulled the trigger. The 'click' told me I was out of ammo. I was resigned to the fact the robber was going to shoot me, but he didn't. Phew.

Ehr, that's all I got. "Underwater base". I guess it was about a base. Underwater.

I was on a 'bus' with a guy from work (Eddy). I sad down in the 'forbidden seat'. Someone immediately pointed out I wasn't supposed to sit there. Notes also say "very bright ceiling tile"? Not sure what that means.

I had a fight with my dad again. I got emotional because of an old picture of my mom. I thought it was recent birthday picture at first. My dad saw something was up, but decided to be an insensitive dick and make me feel like shit. He said, in Dutch: "Ge zit daar te trillen als ne halve gare", meaning: "You sit there, shaking like a moron" and a lot more rude BS. Really summarizes how I see my dad. Incapable of dealing with emotions.

I was in Barcelona with my class from school (an event that actually happened twice, in 2007 and 2008). The weather was really sunny and warm, and it was winter. I met a cute girl and we had sex. There was some foot fetishism going on, nothing too extreme. Afterwards, we were outside and I kissed her goodbye. My "friends" (at the time, now mortal enemies) were there too, watching. The girl was taller than me, by the way. I noticed that because I'm always super insecure about my pitiful height for a male. Anyway, we had to leave (get on the plane to fly back home), but bullies hid my shoes so I couldn't leave. I found some dirty shoes at a place we came through before, thrown away by those fucking bullies. On my way back through the city (a ruined house?), I saw some landmarks I hadn't photographed yet (the Sagrada is one of them), and it made me wish I had more time. I could technically leave whenever I wanted, so I could maybe visit the girl again first.

Date of Dream: THU 21 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 248 - Separated Sections

Dream 248 A - Don't Shoot Me
I don't remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my old house and it was dark inside, as if it was the middle of the night. I was in the kitchen when some random guy appeared in front of me not talking and rather remaining mysteriously silent. Eventually, his eyes started to go weird and he was throwing all these laser/bullet-like projectiles at me. I tried dodging on the spot for the start of it but eventually began to run and try getting away from him.

The next scene was still me trying to get away from him and his firing shots but now I was in Waverley Gardens shopping centre but it was all pitch black and no other people were there... It was like a creepy, abandoned version of Waverley Gardens. He was still chasing me... So I had to start calling for Dreamy WB. I had to call repeatedly again in this dream. It was once I had gotten to areas where the escalators were supposed to be near Target, there was a massive wreckage there and I couldn't go any further... At least I thought so.

The guy was getting really close and so I actually forced myself to find a way around the wreckage while increasing the frequency of calling for Dreamy WB. It was when I got to the end of the wreckage pile that Dreamy WB came, like she had dropped down from the roof and landed successfully on her two feet. She didn't look as friendly as usual and she actually lengthened one her arms to grab me and whip me towards to her as quickly as possible. The impact actually hurt when my body had hit her, like my body was slung. I woke up but from the events, I actually believe she initiated the wake up.

Dream 248 B - Messed Up Identities (Lucid Dream 9)
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was at my old house but I can't recall what I was specifically doing. I wandered out into the front yard and looked down at my hands... My fingers were really short and there were six of them. I was now aware only somewhat that I was dreaming. For this dream, I still felt like I didn't have the maximum lucid control that I could've potentially obtained.

Since I was lucid, I gained the insight to start calling for Dreamy WB even without the event of a disaster. I called out to her as I was walking to the park across the road. After calling for her a few times, the sky instantly changed from day time to midnight. I said, “No, Dreamy WB... What the?”. There were other people at the park, including Chilly from SML. She actually joined into helping me call Dreamy WB, telling her to make it day again as that's what it should have been.

It eventually started working as it went through the transition of dawn. I could tell that Dreamy WB really wanted it to be night time because at random instances, the sky would flicker back to black but then it would return to continuing the transition to day. Once it was full day time, it stopped flickering back to night time and so I could get to emphasising the fact that I actually wanted Dreamy WB to physically show herself.

Eventually, a white van came driving down from the upper area of the street and parked just at the bottom of the hill of the park. Out of it came a family and they walked up the hill; a man, a woman and a teenage girl and little boy. Now this is absolutely weird... The dream claimed that Dreamy WB was the middle-aged male!! WTF?! So now... I've got to call the DC I know as a female... A 'he'.

Back to the dream. The version of Dreamy WB in this dream wasn't very enthusiastic about seeing me. Whenever I tried to talk to 'him', 'he' would always give very minute replies, almost as if they were taking on the personality of the real WB. Eventually, it was negotiated with the family that they were going to take me out somewhere. We started to get into positions for piggyback rides as transport. Dreamy WB was on the bottom, then the teenage girl, then me... The mum and the little boy were yet to board. Chilly came up and made a comment to the family, saying “since Karla called Dreamy WB, shouldn't she be on 'his' back?”. The family got off and made the change. So now it was just Dreamy WB and me by ourselves and the others were on a separate pile.

The dream scene changed to an area in front of a strip of shops. Dreamy WB and I were still in the same position from the previous scene. 'He' was walking me along while making these small groaning sounds. I got myself comfortable and then started rubbing my face on the side of 'his' neck, 'he' eventually stopped groaning and rather stayed quiet, walking me along until the dream ended and I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 248 B was absolutely weird and awkward! It'd be bad enough to have the dream distort her to a male... But a middle aged male when the proposed identity is a teen?! Yeezus... Never again; I felt calm in the dream but in hindsight, that was scary. I only had tiny lucidity compared to my other lucid dreams. If I had more control, I probably would have focused on correcting Dreamy WB's identity. Lately, I've been having some lucids but the quality of them haven't been that great. So as well as practising induction techniques, I think I need to add reinforcement, as well focus and correction techniques. There we go, an acronym for me; FRIC, which stands for Focus, Reinforcement, Induction and Correction.

Text that has been marked in dark blue is the false identity information provided by the dream.

I was jogging next to a heavily polluted river. The industrial dockyard buildings on the shore all looked abandoned and rusty. There was a lady in water, and I was arguing with her. I think she used magic to curse me. Someone told me not to argue with her for that exact reason. Notes say "meet at bar, cat", no idea what that refers to. I guess I met the woman again in that bar? Anyway, I had to collect something for the witch, from an old boat wreck in the river.

I was on board of a submarine. I was dating the daughter of some bigshot captain of the Navy. I saluted him. He was Liam Neeson. I think I was tasked with either capturing or killing him. Eventually, I scuttled the sub. He escaped. I swam after him (I was still on board and the sub was already at the bottom of the river) to chase him to the surface. I got scared as I didn't want to drown and I knew he could be waiting for me.

In another scene, the man I was targeting (still the same guy?) was in a general store. He could turn invisible. I couldn't see him, but I just wildly swung a baseball bat around until I got him. Another other guy helped too.

I returned to HQ, a large abandoned warehouse in the same docks as the first dream. I was weary, dirty and weakened from hunger. The atmosphere was very grim and frankly, post-apocalyptic. Some guy was mad at me for what I did (to the invisible captain guy?). Used too much force, I guess. Someone called the captain guy "dad"? I reported to our "boss", some GTA IV Jacob dude. He told me about my next mission involving "ARC" and terrorists. Before leaving, I told the angry dude ARC is struggling with terrorists and needed help. A newspaper article I found speaks of ruptured gas pipes threatening to explode? Before leaving for the next mission, I resolved to take a good shower, eat something and get some sleep. This entire dream had the soundtrack of Deus Ex: Mankind Divided, specifically the ambient tracks that play in Prague. ARC is an "augmented rights organization" labeled as "terrorists" by the government. The last part of the dream did fit the atmosphere of Deus Ex a bit.

Last note of the night reads "SHOPPING FOR CROISSANTS" in all caps. Not sure why.