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    1. 26 May: Pharmacy, time travel agents, my teacher and dumpsterdiving

      by , 05-26-2019 at 02:45 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      On a trip with mom and others to "Serra da Estrela" and it starts snowing. Mom is out of her mind happy, we take amazing photos and we will share them at Xmas with someone.

      Been needing medicine but and avoiding the pharmacy. But I really need something to feel better and someone is recommending me one particular pharmacist, so I go there and try to get something. I engage in conversation with the pharmacist, she realizes I know quite a lot about drugs and natural remedies. She mentions having colloidal silver and goes get a vial for me to take every day.

      Flying over a pasture with sheep and on fire.

      Part of a team that travels in time and solves situations from the past, turning around the outcomes of wars, etc. We believe we actually need to do it so our timeline is not broken. We get riddles and leads from an unknown source and we solve the cases through detective work and figuring out the riddles on site in the past. But there is another team that thinks we actually alter the timeline and they are against it and try to stop us. There is no way to know which group is doing the good thing.
      We are at a church somewhere in Netherlands or Flanders. We need to reach the highest tower. We solve riddles and puzzles to open and close secret doors and activate hidden gadgets. Up in the tower there is a final riddle which activates a shower of arrows which are shot to the middle of a battle going on down below and which saves the city from its invaders. Once we complete this task, we return to our time and we are caught by the other group. Their leader is a tall handsome guy and we kinda have a crush on him. He arrests me, but I am cool as a pumpkin and he realizes we already completed our mission.

      Some event with my Teacher. We're staying at a hotel or something. I meet him at the lobby and we sit at a table talking. I undress a coat and notice I am wearing a red knitted sweater just like his. I find it funny but not awkward, until other students join us and they are all dressed in white and look at us two wondering why we both wear the same sweater.

      I cross a parking lot and see a dumpster full of good stuff someone threw away. I go get a van and start selecting clothes, shoes, and other stuff. A lady from a nearby block of apartments seems suspicious at what I am doing, so I tell her I collect stuff others throw away, to donate institutions and people in need, so she gets excited and actually comes to help me.
    2. 13 May: Time travel rebels

      by , 05-13-2019 at 01:39 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      In the future. Part of a rebel group who can time travel and materialize in chosen places. We use our tech to fix some situations we consider unjust, but some powers that be don't like what we do, so we are highly persecuted for that.
      One day, on a mission at some gala, we position ourselves until we are ready to strike, when one of us is detected. Fortunately no one else has, so we leave and regroup at another site and work on a plan B. Charlize Theron is one of us.
    3. 27 Jan: Fugitive in a Dune like scenario

      by , 01-27-2019 at 09:24 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Big buildings, a sense of being wanted and chased down. I see agents coming for me, run to a car and drive off. On the fringes of the city I meet some other fugitives, we head for a desert area, where people mine and have an independent life. They welcome us to their city. The whole place seems like a scenario from Dune, We decide to just stay hidden at the mines (working there), until we gather some money to then leave to even more far away. We know that agents infiltrate this city looking for fugitives and we can't risk it.

      We owe taxes. A lady goes in our place to settle the debts for us and once all is paid, we finally go back home. (Not sure this dream was continuation of the other)

      Updated 05-27-2019 at 09:32 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    4. Heartlines

      by , 10-31-2015 at 03:07 PM (Here be dragons)
      I'm doing a mini WBTB
      My hopnalogic imageries turn into random numbers and I start to loose feeling of my body, I decide to try to WILD by keeping my mind awake by counting. I start, going backward, and remark that the number I see are going from random to be the one I'm thinking about. I start to have a rocking feeling, from left to right, stronger and stronger. I wait for a peak and push my dream body out. I fall out of bed and grab the side of it to get back up. I'm in the dark, I can still can feel my physical eyelids so I keep my eyes closed. I follow the edge of the bed with my and to find the widow and climb out. The air is a little colder but I'm still in the dark, so I walk away from the window, keeping my hand on the wall to guide myself. As I go on, my vision slowly comes to me and after a few steps I can see the front of my house, looking as usual in the morning light. I let go of the wall and go through the portal, and I'm suddently on a stone terrace-sort-of-balcony overlooking a big french formal garden, with a beautiful fontain in the center, green lawns and carefully trimmed bushes.The light is a little grey, the sky is overcast; the whole garden is encircled by tall, dark green trees, a mix of oaks and pines.
      I find the stairs going down in the garden and call Eli, my voice ringing around me and sounding both softer and more clear that usual. I end up having to pull him in, using the hand behind my back technique. While he is here, he looks around twelve. We start to go down the stairs, and I tell him that seeing him like that innerve me a little. He doesn't seen to get it at first, his face scrunching up in concentration, then he suddently start to grow up at incredible speed, losing his equilibrium and falling on top of me. He's too heavy for me to keep my own equilibrium and I start falling too. I manage to sit down on the stair and he rest against me, a little dazed but more present in the dream that before.

      I temporaly lose my vision, and when it come back I'm alone on the stairs. I call Eli again, mentally this time, and he tells me that he is in another house close by, with his vampire sister, and that she has kidnapped someone, menacing to bite her. I know that vampire usually don't kidnapped people during daytime to feed; for those who do, it's more of a cry for help, to be placed in a etablishement that can help them. I recognize this sudden knowledge as a dream set up and play along for fun. I go to the house, it's a small white manor nested in old, slender trees that looks like birches,and the lawn around it is losing the battle against a soft, dark green moss, while the gravelled path in front of it need another layer badly. The trees filter the light, it's tinged green and very subdued. There's already a specialized team here, circling the house and waiting for the special agent (that would be little old me!). It's a different kind of fun to be aware that it's a dream while playing along. I'm fitted with the same equipement as the other, a protective vest with big scratchs and a utility belt, then go inside. It's a pretty house,with painted white panelling and a wooden floor, but it's unkept and dirty with narrow, claustrophobic allyways and narrow, talls widows half hidden behind tattered drapes. I find the vampire and arrest her, putting here in cuffs while Eli keep her calm. We walk her outside to the team. She cringes in the sunlight and they quickly put her in the back of a car and thanks me before leaving. I'm alone with Eli again, and enjoy the silence and the mossy smell coming from the soil. I shred some of the equipment and lean against the house. Eli comes close to me and starts to tell me that "that actress is pretty bitchy, that's why she got a small role, nobody wants to remember her." I kiss him to stop him, and he is suddenly very silent and very "here". He looks around with me, taking in the scenery. I warp a arms around him with a smile.


      I wake up in a false awakening, tangled in Eli arms and the darkness of my bedroom and free my arm to write down some keywords about this dream and the one before, then I wake up for good.

      That was a good experience in tulpa dream lucidity
    5. God save us from the Queen

      by , 10-14-2015 at 06:29 PM (Here be dragons)
      Still hard to breath when sleeping on my back.

      I am a very young vampire, my sire, my creator, il a dignified, older italian gentleman with salt and pepper hairs and a tan, rough skin. His wrinkles show that he laughs more that he frown, and I care about him and my vampire siblings. He is hurt, and has to rest on his bed. We're all around him, and I'm laying on the top of the blankets next to him, very upset.
      Later, my siblings and I are trying to save people from a arranged wedding that xas initialy supposed to take place between one of my companion and me. We both dress up before entering the room, his tuxedo is classical black and white with a white bowtie, my dress is very traditional and covers me neck to toes. We get in and walk to the platform where the future husband and wife are waiting. Her dress is far more pretty than mine, and I jocke about it with my companion while pulling the man to his feet. I tell him to run and he rush out, like everyone else including me. I'm separated from the other and I try to escape my pursuers by running through a gigantic house full of strange interconnected rooms. the more persistant is closing on me; he looks a lot like my sir and it's making me slow down. He his a agent of a mysterious Queen. He tells me that I run so fast that I'm off limits. I spits in his face as he throws a spell at me, a blue light that burns my flesh to ash. I look to my left hand and see it turning into ash and fall appart before waking up.
    6. Matrix, forklift driving, party and FA

      by , 08-17-2015 at 01:20 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      I was an agent in the Matrix. I received information that redpills have breaken into the Matrix, and are looking for something on a construction site. With two other agents I quickly took over workers and ran after them. We chased them into a dead-end, and started to fight. I smashed concrete with bare fists, giving some heavy strikes to redpills. Somehow, they managed to push us back, and ran back to construction site. I quickly took over a forklift driver, and drove after them with as much speed as forklift can offer, which is not too much. However, it was enough to kill one of them with fork, but two of them escaped.

      Suddenly Matrix received an error, and I found myself in my house. It was a big party over there, and a total mess. There was a blonde woman close to me. She was wearing a blue dress, and she had glasses. She started the conversation, talking about her recent travels. I mentioned my latest trip, which ended with rights to classify wood resource types and sell them. She was interested in the topic, but she had to go. I wandered the corridor for a while, and then I just woke up in my bed. Next I went to the toilet.
    7. 3/26/15 "Intercepted" (SLD)

      by , 03-27-2015 at 09:55 AM
      I'm walking along the street when a shop catches my attention and I start to browse what they have on display. The shop interior is open to the street, separated from the sidewalk only by a waist-high display counter—it's peculiar that storefronts in my dreams are so frequently based on the Bangkok model, even though there may be nothing else distinctly Asian about the products or proprietors.

      On the display counter facing the street is a variety of small bottles of essential oil. I examine the labels, and recognize a few types that I had purchased online recently. Would it have been better to buy them here and save on shipping? But I then I would be stuck with the sales tax, which might work out to even more.

      From the conversation between the couple running the place, I get the impression that business has been slow today. I've spent enough time browsing that I feel like I ought to buy something, if only not to disappoint the proprietors. Besides, it will be good for the local economy. There's nothing in particular that I need, but I'm sure I can find something here I will use or enjoy.

      Looking up from the essential oils on the counter, I see that there are several shelves of shampoo and conditioner on the side walls in front. That would be a practical purchase... but when I see the prices I hesitate. I don't like paying through the nose for bath products. I venture inside the store to see what else is available. The back wall contains a display shelf for books and magazines. Most of them seem to be about yoga. My eye falls on the title of one issue in particular: What Are the Benefits of Yoga Even When Doing it For No Reasons? I reflect that the title is biased; it implies that there is benefit. And the "no reasons" thing reminds me about the attitude so often demonstrated by American Buddhists regarding meditation, the idea that having any kind of reason suggests attachment, so one should meditate without a reason or goal... with the vague assumption that it is somehow good for you anyway.

      Well, I'm not interested in yoga, and I'm certainly not interested in practicing yoga or meditation for no reason. My priorities are quite different, and very well-defined: I'm interested in whatever can help me improve my dreaming.

      Gradually, I make a counter-clockwise sweep of the small store interior. On the left wall, a variety of objects are hanging on display. One catches my eye, a rectangle of black silk printed with a delicate pattern of flower buds. I take it down for a closer look, and note that the silk is pieced together in a curious, distinctive way. "What is this?" I ask the proprietors.

      The man of the couple says, "You could use it for anything. You could even tear it up and just use the cloth."

      I think—but don't say aloud—that the price tag is $90, an awful lot for a piece of scrap cloth! I take another look at the unusual stitching, and it reminds me of something. "Isn't it one of those Japanese cloths used for wrapping?" I'm sure I remember reading about these.

      The woman affirms that it is, and seems surprised that I know about it. She clarifies that it is designed specifically to go around a 10x10x10" package. The art of making them is hardly practiced anymore, she says. I wonder if she means doing the wrapping properly—if the cloths were so rare, why would there be a random one for sale in this shop? And I'm sure I've seen them for sale before, if only in a catalogue.

      I decide not to purchase the cloth as I don't have an appropriately sized 10x10x10" box to go with it. I'm about to peruse the essential oils again and pick something at random, when we are interrupted by a government raid. There is a moment when I wonder if I should avert this plot point entirely, but I let it happen—after all, what is the worst they can do, try to lock me up? And that won't amount to much. Instinctively I am aware of my invulnerability.

      The scene shifts here, and now we are outdoors on a paved area, like a wide driveway, on top of a hill. However, I am aware that I am not far from the shop I was visiting; it is right at the bottom of the hill.

      That agent is back again. What is this, the third time? He has threatened me before, but it has not gone well, so now he is threatening my host, the male shopkeeper. "I'll investigate every client," he warns. "No one can stand up to that kind of scrutiny."

      I feel obliged to defend the poor guy and intervene. The agent should be dealing with me. I'm the real target; he has no business taking his frustrations out on random people who are accidentally associated with me. I get in his face and confront him.

      "Why do you keep getting involved?" I still remember distinctly that this is the third time we have met, and that the previous two encounters have not ended well for him. This won't, either. I conclude my train of thought aloud: "You like it. You must like being humiliated."

      The agent lies down on the ground, as if in demonstration of my point. I am annoyed and start berating him. I forget what I said initially, but I conclude, "And there's your shit-kicking foot." To make my point perfectly clear, I enact the metaphor literally. The agent's left leg extends to impossible length, his shoe and sock disappear, and his bare foot kicks a shit in a high arc away from us. To emphasize what has just happened, I ensure that it leaves a stain on his foot.

      Afterwards the agent gets up to go, and I re-emphasize the pointlessness of his continued investigation of me. "My activities are confined to this circle. I'm not involved in anything in the wider world." I am aware that the 'wider world' is not even real for me; that I exist here within the circle of my own attention. This doesn't fully manifest as dream awareness, just the sense of my ontological difference from everyone else in this environment.

      The agents, about four of them in total, all turn to go. They have three dogs with them. I laugh when one dog darts aside, seemingly smelling something in the bushes, and scarfs it down. Knowing the appetites of dogs, I assume it must have found the shit that was kicked.

      I want to get back to the narrative from which I was so rudely interrupted; I still have business in the store at the bottom of the hill. I decide to fly for speed—and figure if the agents see me flying overhead, they might take my arguments more seriously and think twice before trying to interfere again. I swoop downhill at great speed, thinking about how I use the word "swooping," but when birds of prey dive like this, it is called "stooping." I realize I'm not sure precisely how such birds break their fall, so when I reach the bottom of the hill, I circle counter-clockwise twice to regain control before lightly letting my feet contact the ground again. The whole flight felt very graceful, and I am proud of myself, convinced that I am starting to get good at this. I'm not just flying anymore, I'm flying with style!

      I momentarily wonder if the proprietors of the store will be startled to see me flying. As I reach the ground, however, I realize that I have lost interest in the original narrative—which was incredibly mundane, let's admit—and now want to write my report on what just happend. I still don't have a clear sense that I'm dreaming, as such, yet I understand distinctly that I need to wake up. It takes a bit of deliberate effort to push through the layers—they feel almost like a physical fog—that divide me from waking consciousness, but I persevere until I am sure I am definitely awake... at least as sure as one can ever be.
    8. Matrix Snippit

      by , 11-08-2014 at 02:59 AM (Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness)
      Being chased by super-human bad guys, I feel like I'm in the matrix. Running full tilt to get away, I turn a corner and end up in the street, with a hummer right in front of me. Without breaking stride, I dive forward through the air like superman, and smash through the windshield of the hummer, landing in the passenger seat right on top of a baby in a child seat, next to its mother.

      Realizing that the agents can take over the mother's body in her spot if she is too startled, I lovingly move her baby to the other seat, and give her a reassuring look. Then I help her into the seat next to her baby, and take the wheel, driving very quickly to try to escape.
    9. Fight - 1

      by , 07-30-2014 at 01:00 PM
      Fight - 1

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      It looks like I am kind of an agent/spy, a very well trained one. I am on a mission of protection some Persian Sheik's son.
      I have to bring him somewhere. We go through the backdoor of a shop but as were about to leave the shop something explodes and I get thrown out of the shop by the force of the explosion. The whole store is on fire and there is no way the kid survived.
      Years later I am eating in a restaurant when the windows bursts and someone starts shooting at the people in the restaurant.
      I find myself hiding in the kitchen together with Justing Long (actor from Die Hard 4), but he tells me he can't do this, start running but instantly gets shot. I follow him and look through the shattered store front. I see the shabby street, gray and full with trash. On the other side I can spot a balkony, connected to the street with a ladder. I wanna look away but I see a person climbing down that ladder, obviously in a hurry. Thats my guy I think and start chasing him. He has his back to me and doesn't seem to be running away. As I am following me he starts talking. He tells me the name of the man he just shot and everything else. Then he goes on telling me about a 15 year old, left in the flames, scared and without hope. I realize he must be talking about the persian boy in the explosion and as soon I finish that thought he turns arround. He looks normal with a scruffy beard and short hair. But on his neck he has some metal attachements I don't understand. Also his ears are covered in with a metal ball. He takes them off and reveales some earphones. But not the metal creeps me out, but when I look at his bare chest I see stripes of skin missing forming the word Fight, Far or Flare. The "camera" zooms in and I see a short video sequence with smoke and the title Fight - 1. It looks like an intro to a wrestling match. I look at his face again and see he also has 3 missing stripes of skin on his cheeks.

      (The dream jumps to another scene which repeats itself randomly a couple of times in the course of the dream)
      I am at a playground where a little boy plays in the sand. He yells mommy, but I just know that his mom isn't alive anymore. He shouts mommy again. I look to my right when a centrifugal begins to turn. I hear a little girl screaming from the top off her lungs: "She's my mommy!", in the creepiest voice I've ever heard! The centrifugal keeps spinning and reveals the little girls face. I look at her and see a gruesome dolls face with a mad grin and blood-shot eyes staring at me. She repeats, It is my mommy and the scene jumps to the story with the boy again.
      I find myself in a little shed together with Olivia Wilde. It seems we have to pass some sort of trial without water or food. It is insanely hot and soon the persian now man comes in with wraps and coke but doesn't give any to us.
      The persepective switches into 3rd person and I can now see where we are. It is definitely a jungle but it is completely artificial. The river is tiled and the water looks more beautiful than anything I have ever seen. The persian boy must have used his wealth to create his own paradise and now needs to trained agents to do something for him.
      I am at the playground again and everything happens exactly like the first time, besides I am closer to the doll now. As she turns all I want to attack and leap at her. I expect to tackle her, but just jump right through her
      and wake up..
    10. The Facility

      by , 11-19-2013 at 10:42 PM (HunterX's Dream Journal)
      (Had a brief nap this afternoon to make up for lost sleep and had this dream. It was remarkably well-formed compared to my usual napping dreams.)

      The dream begins with a short fragment involving a room similar to my current university accommodation, which is connected to some form of multi-level arena in a black environment. It is possible the whole thing is a video game of some sort. This quickly ends and shifts to the dream proper.

      I am visiting some form of day-care/community centre that I have apparently been attending regularly ever since I was a young child as part of my extra-curricular activities. Unlike all of the previous times I have visited, I am promptly called aside and informed that there was a hidden agenda to the centre the whole time.

      It turns out that all of the activities in the centre have in fact been a form of training, and the centre is a facility at which they train secret agents and arm them with technology that can produce almost paranormal effects and abilities. As we tour the underground areas of the facility I am told that all of the uninformed subjects are periodically given tests in which they are exposed to shocking or otherwise psychological scenarios to measure their reaction, after which they are given an amnesiac which wipes their memory of the incident. Taking all of this remarkably calmly, I state the logical conclusion that I have also undergone these tests and don't remember them. I am then shown a tape of who I assume to be a very young version of myself being shown a video of some sort (though I wasn't able to identify the content of the video). In the tape I appeared disturbed by what I was watching, but was able to make it through the whole thing. I inquire as to why the amnesiac is used, to which the researcher explains that the psychological evaluation is based on the assumption that the subject is experiencing the scenario for the first time, not knowing the content nor the existence of the test itself in advance, to allow for comparing changes as the subject ages. I then proceed to perform what I assume to be some form of agility test in which I carry a tray of items down the hallway we just walked through without dropping them.

      The dream shifts and I am sitting with several people who I assume are other subjects who have been informed of the situation next to a large blast door similar to the ones in the corridor I was walking through in the last scene (it may be the same location, but I am not certain). The other subjects are laughing at a form they discovered - it appears to be some form of alias sheet in which an agent can design a new identity for upcoming missions, but it has been filled out with a rather childish description of some kind of monkey-themed superhero, possibly by one of the younger subjects. I point out to the other subjects that despite the author not being present he may be in another 'instance' of the same room (for this scene it is as if we are in an online game in which only some of the users are present in any particular instance - I think I also catch a glimpse of a list of online users partway through), and briefly contemplate to myself whether or not the author in the other instance would be able to observe the sheet of paper floating around as the other subjects hold it.

      The dream shifts again and I encounter another subject who has been turned into a child as a prank by way of a body-altering edible substance the facility has developed. They are visibly put off by this, but to my knowledge the effect can be reversed. After a short scene shift I enter a gym in which another subject promptly explains to me that the child had been an arrogant jock and he wanted to get back at him somehow. He also explains that he used the substance on himself to give himself a more athletic body as some form of poetic justice. He makes a comment to me as he leaves (which I am no longer able to remember) and I respond in the affirmative, before promptly eating some of the substance myself that I had been carrying around (it taking the form of a pinch of sugar-tasting grains that I had been carrying on a spoon) for an unclear reason - it is possible I had been intending to use it on him but changed my mind, or that I ate it to hide it, but neither is certain. I change, but I wake up before I am able to accurately observe what I look like.

      Partway through the dream I had a dream fragment in which I was walking through an airport or train station of some kind while on a family trip, though I am unable to place it chronologically within the dream.

      Updated 11-20-2013 at 02:48 AM by 44125

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment
    11. Dream within a dream, shopping, john oliver

      by , 08-18-2013 at 03:31 PM (The Redeeming Dreamer)
      8/18/2013
      10:00-6:00

      Dream 1:

      I remember something about a "John Oliver Show".

      Dream 2:

      I remember a river and a bunch of wooden water equipment, like a water wheel. I think the river flooded, too, and destroyed the equipment.

      Dream 3:

      I was dreaming about being a secret agent in a villa, trying to steal something. I was a woman, and I started dancing in a ballroom with some people. I was also running around on the roofs of the villa.

      I woke up from that dream into ANOTHER dream. I guess I had a dream within a dream (or a false awakening, but I actually remembered the dream from before). I was in my house on Long Island, and I woke up in the dining room, on a chair at the dining table. The rest of my family went through the front door, with shopping bags. I guess they just got home from shopping. I told them about the dream I just had. I then remember going into one of the cabinets and taking finding a box of sesame stick packages, from the shopping my family just got home from. They looked like little raisin boxes, but with two packs of two sesame sticks each. I took one out and ate it. That's the end of the dream.
    12. Agent 47

      by , 08-02-2013 at 06:52 PM
      I dreamed that I am Hitman agent 47
      I saw another agent in a home. He come near me and I call him "hi 37" /
      Dreams help to resolve emotional issues...-hitman_3_artwork.jpg
      Tags: agent, hitman
      Categories
      non-lucid
    13. 10 Jun: Everything is constantly moving

      by , 06-11-2013 at 02:41 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am having one of those dreams in which I'm in a house, trying to get out, but every door or window just leads to another room. It's becoming opressive and then I realize it must be a dream, so I get lucid and transform the dream. The next window does lead to the outside. With the awareness increasing, I get the usual attacks from my own mind, maybe. It pulls out all the "weapons" at the same time. Everything starts moving really fast, the scenarios around me are constantly shifting, the floor under my feet is never stable, things are being thrown at me from all directions, there's a storm with tornados approaching, then a van full of men in black stops to my left and agents come out to arrest me, the one in the front is agent Smith... Wow, could it be more confusing? I focus on the fact I know I'm dreaming. Agent Smith dissolves into light, the storm gives rise to a sunny sky with fluffy white clouds, the landscape becomes empty and still and in front of me appears a text on a sheet of white paper. It has some strange orange characters on the top of the sheet, that I cannot really read. I think it contains a list of names and my name is on it, near the top. It becomes my center of focus and allows me to just stay aware.

      Updated 06-11-2013 at 02:45 AM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid
    14. 08212012-Missing School Children and The Government Has Tiny Helicopters

      by , 08-27-2012 at 05:13 AM
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      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m taking a walking field-trip with my daughter’sclass. Our departure from the school isalong a road several miles south of the real-life school and it feels weird tobe taking this route for a walking field-trip. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We head out and all is initially fine but 4 of the childrenin the class are a little developmentally deficient and these 4 kids run outinto the street. Cars pass by them on both sides as I’m screaming at them tocome back to the side of the road. I realize they probably can’t get backsafely and I know I’m going to have to go get them. I’m preparing myself to dothis when the one closest to me, from the middle of the street, stares up at meand then runs across the street narrowly avoiding being struck. I’m amazed sheand the others made it across the road as they appear to be about 4 years ofage despite being a part of my daughter’s class.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I finally get a break in the traffic and make my way across,chasing them along the road towards another class on a field trip. These kidsare older and have come by bus. I find myself envious of their field-trip.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The children blend into the group and disappear from mysight. I don’t know where they are and I’m frantically trying to think of a wayto get them separated from the group. An idea suddenly springs to mind and Isay, “Who here is from [school], raise your hand?” I’m thinking the younger kids will respond andI will be able to pick them out of the group.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My expectations are dashed when all the kids raise theirhands. I have encountered a class of older children from my daughter’s schooland I recognize none of them. Not being daunted by this I decide the kids musthave gotten onto the bus. As the class boards I go in behind them, asking theteacher if they mind if I do a search. The teacher is agreeable and allows meto walk the aisle of the bus looking for them. Sadly I can’t find them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Before I can turn around the bus driver closes the doors andstarts driving down the road. I think, “Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll get off when wepass my class walking down the road.” Again my expectations are shattered when he drives right past the classand I set my new goal for the next block. I tell the driver he passed my groupand at first he seems to ignore me. I repeat myself, speaking a little moreforcefully and he slams on the brakes. I grab on to a pole in an attempt tostabilize myself but I lose my grip. My body slides forward to the front of thebus where I grab on to another pole to keep myself from smashing into thedashboard. I lose my grip again and roll into the front console as the buscomes to a final stop. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Glaring at the driver I make my way off the bus and start runningback towards my group. As I approach I still can’t see the lost kids and otheradults are still looking for them. I tell them I will keep on looking for themcloser to where we started.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Down the road I find myself on a dirt track, an unpaved roadthrough the forest heading out to Enchanted Rock, a state park 80 miles west ofAustin. The kids are now forgotten and Iam climbing up a wooded hill, more of asmall cliff than anything, on my way to the campsite. I’m with my dad and someof his friends, people I do not recognize. All are carrying packs of gear.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the crest of the cliff is a rocky ledge with some bulkytree-roots running along it. Each of us has to climb over this ridge and turnaround to help the next climber. I turn to help my dad over the root. As I do athought comes to mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“This is the spot where you made a strong promise to me.” AsI say this to him I look down at the watch on his wrist as though I expect himto pass it on to me someday. The moment seems significant but I can’t entirelyfigure out why. I help him up and we continue to the campsite.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The spot we camp at is beautiful, a cliff overlooking thelake hundreds of feet below with spotty signs of habitation visible only aslights in the darkness. It had not been dark previously but now the setting isat night. The stars are visible above and my surroundings are illuminated as ifby a bright full moon though I do not see one in the sky.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Everything seems peaceful until the silence is broken by asmall government helicopter which has come to spy on us. The helicopter isactually miniature, about the size of a bread-box though it has sophisticatedcontrols and surveillance cameras that can see in the dark. Everyone scramblesto avoid being hit by the rotors.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Why is the government concerned with us? I can’t imagine thereasoning considering the crowd I’m with, none of whom are former agents orcurrent spies. Thinking this I suddenly realize the helicopter is there for me.I know I must be the one under suspicion and the knowledge spurs me to action.I duck below the edge of the cliff, a small overhanging ledge providing me somecover from the cameras that can only see horizontally. I find myself looking upat the small helicopter as it rotates around to find me. I evade it easily.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I become lucid and realize this is a dream. The helicoptercan’t hurt me and I decide to just reach up and grab it. It feels solid in myhand, unlike some dream objects, and it vibrates like a gas-powered toy. As Idisable it the rotors stop and the machine becomes a mere hunk of plastic andmetal in my hand. I know the agency hunting me will come looking for theirsurveillance toy and attempt to figure out what happened to both it and me so Ilet everyone know we will have to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the morning I am talking to my dad as everyone packs up.I’m playing with the helicopter, extending the telescoping antenna andcollapsing it. I look at it and say, “I wish I could make it work again.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In response my dad tosses me a battery pack for it,something he had removed during the night. I had willed that to happen,something I knew as the battery landed in my hand. I love how things work indreams, I think. My dad continues to pack out gear as I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    15. 17 May: Early beginnings of the Matrix crew

      by , 05-18-2012 at 12:56 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      (...) I am on a bus or tram and I spot Morpheus in jeans and jacket, talking to some guy, both standing on the corridor (larger than in real life buses or trams). They end up discussing and fighting and people on the tram freak out, running away from them. The tram stops and people get out in panic.
      I sense that agents are coming and I warn Morpheus that he must go. The other guy was not on the side of the agents, because he also runs away as fast as he can. I help Morpheus, by guiding him through the streets that I seem to know well. Then a large grayish van cuts across our path, the door slides and Morpheus hops in and invites me along. Inside it there is one guy driving and one guy on the back that welcomes us. They take us to their headquarters.
      The van parks at some garage and they welcome me to the facilities. Outside the van, a girl passes by, wearing a denim jumpsuit and a red/black checker shirt and short hair and I recognize her to be Trinity. She talks briefly with Morpheus, informing him of the results of her latest assignment and she doesn't seem very happy about it. He says something like an ok and tries to encourage her. Then he tells me to go with her.
      I accidentally hear the two other guys mocking her because of her tomboy looks. I am amazed by their silly behavior and think that one day they'll regret it.
      She enters a locker room to shower and change and lets me know that she heard their comments. She was already upset she didn't get much success on her mission and on top of that she confesses she has no self-esteem and finds herself skinny and unattractive. I tell her that one day she will be a great looked-after warrior and she will wear really cool vinyl outfits and be the object of fantasy of all those men who now look down on her. She doesn't believe me and she smirks. Then she enters the shower.
      While she is showering, I write an encouraging message to her on the steamy mirror and I go outside.
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