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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

00:00 GMT – sleep

Crossing Transylvania on the way between University classes
On a Portuguese class at the university. The teacher is (once again) my colleague Silva. I’m not paying attention, she notices and I have no shame in recognizing it. She scolds me but I say what matters is that I pass the exams. I’ve always been a nerdy student so all my colleagues are surprised with my attitude. I tell them the classes are quite pointless, that it is much more efficient to study at home, so I couldn’t care less.
I leave the class and outside I’m planning to go to my next class, which I think is biochemistry or similar and that one might be good to be there. As I cross the long building, I then realise it’s not on this area. To get to the other classroom I need to catch a train. I walk through a garden, I turn right and enter a gate (actually, the gate was closed and I flew over it) and then land on top of some stairs and enter a building, supposedly where I can get the train. It's all very 19th century looked-like, including the train itself and the people on board.
The funny thing is that this train has to pass through Transylvania (yeah, why not) before it takes students to the university precinct on destination. It crosses some really creepy and deserted areas, with mushy grey hills. There’s a couple sitting a few seats in front of me and the lady is holding a white cat on her lap, which starts hissing and scratching the window, looking terrified. The owners don’t see a thing outside but when I look to check I see a dark hideous creature, like a werewolf, with a devilish look in his eyes, watching the train passing by. Either there are several of them or the werewolf can disappear in thin air and reappear in another place, because I keep seeing it appearing, like following us. It gives me the creeps so I close the window shutters not to see it.
Then a kid comes to me and asks me if I have food. I say I almost have nothing to share and he gets angry. He says he is willing to pay a symbolic price, so I say he can go to a nice bakery on our destination stop, if he has money. But he keeps insisting, so I see on my bag what I have and decide to give him some bread I carry. I also have algae and mushrooms but I’m sure he is not into that. He grabs it and turns away, without a thank you. Weird, I think.

6:00 GMT – wake up

07.07.2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

#1) The evil group Metarex from the anime Sonic X were standing in such a way to form a plus sign. The environment was dark like a void. A giant marble came crashing towards them.

#2) I was in a dining room of a 19th century home. All the furniture was covered with white sheets but candles on stands were still placed over the long table. Some grown men and women wearing modern day clothing were there and lit the candles. It seems we were trapped in a 19th century version of Battle Royale.

Below were notes made upon waking. Don't recall.
- Radio
- Hotel
- Road home
- Woman
- Went to sleep.

(There is a "trigger warning" on the content of this dream.)

It is the mid or late eighteen hundreds. I live on the edge of a crowded city in grey brick house at the end of an small street or alleyway where there is a laundry pool, beyond which is a forest. In the dream I am an only child and live with my mother and a few of her friends. We are not wealthy but have enough to live comfortably.

There are several men courting me. The first man is someone I have never met, which was set up by my mother and her friends. I am not comfortable with the arrangement, even though he is an established doctor, because I will not be able to meet him until the wedding. I know nothing of what he is like, let alone what he looks like. I have not said no to the proposal, but I have not said yes either, and I try to stall my answer as long as possible. The second man is homeless and in rags with scraggly hair and beard and unkept hair, but I talk with him by the laundry pool and he is very kind. Everyone opposes interaction with him and "polite society" all but shuns him.

The third man appears on day when I am in the forest on the otherside of the laundry pool, sitting on a tree stump, reading my tarot cards. He comes and sits on a tree stump behind me and strikes up a conversation. He is handsome though I thought he had a kind of shifty look to him. The man's manner of speaking is very well, he is suave and magnetic and I find myself beoming drawn to him. While we are sitting and talking I pull either the Six of Cups or Six of Swords from my tarot deck (I cannot remember which) and say that is the card which represents him. The man scoffs dismissively, not believing in such trivalities as tarot cards, but also not disturbed that I do.

The man asks me to marry him and I say yes. I take him home to meet my mother, who is not enthralled at first but is quickly charmed by my new fiance. There is something about him that makes me uneasy, but I figure that I can't do much better with anyone else so I ignore my nagging doubts. He is eager to move in with mother and I. He has little in the way of worly possessions and it is clear to me from the onset that he is the one to benefit from this union financially much more than I. I am overcome with the dreadful thought that he is interested in me only for my money.

A week passes and the day of the wedding comes and takes place in a clearing in the forest beyond the laundry pool. The other residents of our household vacate for the night so that my new husband and I will have the place to ourselves. Almost immediately he takes me into his room and strips off my wedding dress. I am afraid and trembling because I have no idea what is about to happen. He roughly pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me, not bothering to remove any of this clothes, not even his shoes. He begins having sex with me but I am uncomfortable and in pain but he ignores my protests and continues until he is completely spent. As soon as he is done he climbs off of me, pulls up his pants and demands that I return to my own room. His tone is cold and flat and he does not even look at me as I leave his room, very unlike the warm, magnetic man who initially drew me in.

I am in my room on the second floor of the house, laying on the bed and looking up at a dream catcher in the window that is made with pink beads and white feathers onto which I have apparently stuck a tarot card. I cannot identify the card but I stare at it for a while. I don't know how much time passes but my feelings of being used and violated prevent me from falling asleep. I am just drifting off to sleep when I hear a door slam downstairs. Putting on a robe and going downstairs I find all of my valuables gone. I rush to the window and see my husband climbing into a horse-drawn wagon which has all of my possessions in the back. He sees my shocked and horrified face in the window and arrogantly laughs and waves as he drives away. His mocking is the last I can bear it and I collapse to the floor admist tears and despair.

My mother and her friends return and learned what happened and we are all infuriated but can do nothing, since we do not know where my husband has gone and cannot do anything anyway, since all of my worldly possessions become the property of the man upon marriage (an actual 19th century law). To avoid utter poverty I am now forced to accept the first man my mother arranged for me, the established doctor who I have not yet met. It turns out that he is more than twice my age and has children from a previous marriage, some of whom are actually older than I. We do not tell him that I was just married and robbed of all my possessions.

The marriage date is set and while everyone else scurries around making preperations or caught up in the excitement of the coming union, I feel shamed, betrayed and depressed. I resolve to drown myself in the laundry pool so one morning I sneak out of the house just after dawn. I am surprised to discover some of my stolen possessions sitting on a wooden deck next to the laundry pool. The objects where peices of pottery and soapstone carvings, some of which I have actually made in in real life, though in the dream I merely recognized them as possessions and not peices of art that I made. One particular peice that stood out was a small White Tara carved in soapstone and placed on a tree stump in the middle of the laundry pool. There were also some roughly carved faces and my pack of tarot cards wrapped in green silk.

My mother comes up behind me as I am looking at these things and is just as perplexed as I as to why some of my things have been returned. I tell her that I believe that my con-man first husband is mocking me from afar and only returned the things that he could not sell and would thus be worthless to him. I also believe though that it is an ironic twist of fate that the things he considered worthless are the things most treasured by me because of their sentimental value. The dream ends there.