sanctispiritus

This is the dream that with slight variations has been repeated for years. These are dreams that are classified as anxiety dreams. Last night, the dream began with the fact that I was again accused by the authorities in Cuba of doing something against the government. I could not remember doing anything . Supposedly according to the dream, I should stay six months in prison and then I was worried about losing my job here in America. Some nurses were trying to examine me and I began arguing about the lack of rights in Cuba. At that point I woke up. This is a non lucid dream that has been repeated many times with slight variations. In spite of having been repeated so many times I have never become ludid in them.

Suddenly I find myself in a maze. To be more precise, it is a kind of bridges that are interconnected but at different levels. From those bridges I can see a sort of plateau that extends to the horizon and is blocked by a huge mountain. I try to climb from a bridge that is on the bottom to one that is at a higher level, but a series of wires do not let me move. It's then that I see that the top of the mountain explodes and a shower of stones begins to fall on adjacent buildings. I fear that at any moment one of these stones can beat me. Suddenly a huge rock the size of a building is coming straight at me and hit nearby buildings demolishing them. In these moments the dream switches to third person because I'm not in the scene, but it's like watching a movie. Everything happened quickly and I wake up with a choking sensation.

I had this weird dream 2 days ago. I was feeling uncomfortable in the position I was sleeping so I cover myself with a light sheet and turned off a fan in front of my bed. All of the sudden I felt that my body was levitating but not exactly floating. Then I felt that something push me away from the bed and I felt on the floor. I waked up and began walking towards the door of my bedroom . I knew for sure that I was dreaming and at the same time was able to feel saliva in my mouth that I was trying to swallow. I could feel the sound of the fan and the air again my face during the whole dream. I went to the living room, then to the kitchen and then to the garage. Everything looked exactly like in real life, except for that everything was foggy. I could not open the garage door so I passed through it. Outside I saw the street with a huge tree that is in from of my house but the rest was totally different . The sky was orange and there were many leaves floating in front of me. I tried to change the setting of the dream to no avail. Y wanted to go to the neighbor next door but instead I was in my hometown in Cuba. All of the sudden there was a huge storm like a tornado that began taking down and destroying everything. At that point I needed to swallow and I wake up. Usually during some of my lucid dreams I feel my real body and gradually the tactile sense is transferred to the dream body, but in this case I continue to feel my real body.

I'm walking and approach a sort of harbor. Just in front of me there are two huge boats. Everything happens quickly, the boats start moving to the left at high speed. The water is deep blue and the wind is blowing in swirls accompanied by rain. I try to avoid the impact of ships and run parallel to them. Bruce appears at this time, a friend of mine. We just try to run and get away from the place and suddenly the whole scene disappears and we're running down a street in my hometown in Cuba. All nonsense, a group of women go through us and I ask them where they come from but they did not answer me. We approach a small bridge that only allows two people at once. Below the bridge the water is green and covered with algae. Bruce has disappeared and I struck up a conversation with one of the ladies. I explain that we are dreaming and she seems not to understand. But this dream was not lucid at all. I wake up at that time.

For some reason I am in Israel. I talk to a couple of girls in a bus stop, then I'm walking and I tell a middle-aged man that I need to go to dowtown. This man tells me thah I should go right through a dirt path surrounded by bushes, he tells me it's nice and I compare mentally with my city in Cuba that is not so rural . We arrive at a center that is like a museum and then we approach a glass wall in front of a building. The same person call 911? or the police and tells me that there is a dead Indian across the glass. The body is long and blue. The man ask me to enter a Delivery Address. For some reason I can not write on a paper that I took out of my wallet, then he gives me a piece of paper, and later he praise my writing but I can not find a space to write correctly. Then the police come and pick up the corpse, someone pulls pictures with a camera and it's time to return. The guy tells me I could have free shelter in the temple museum. Then we are in a kind of classroom where English is taught , I'm in front of the classroom when a bearded old gentleman offers me a wafer that I reject and ask for my nationality. I respond that I'm Cuban and then he looks at me with disdain as imagining that I am not a believer. I wake up.

Sorry for my english.