Okay, let's see how much of this I can still remember... I haven't really had the chance to type up this entry until now. I was at home, in the living room. The keyboard was there, right where it used to be (it's been in my room for ages now, though). For the purpose of having more space for the crowd of people, I'm assuming, the one couch not facing the TV was missing, and the room was slightly bigger. There was this rope hanging from the ceiling, and I guess the part about people pulling it was fairly important, but I can't remember much of that now. What I do remember is Andrea, a girl I sort of work with over the summer, running up the stairs and saying to me, "I thought you were going to be tighter." As with many a strange thing a DC has said, I understood her meaning perfectly, despite her rather odd choice of words. She was referring to me resolving to be stricter with my reward system for LDing. Apparently, she wasn't referring exclusively to my reward system, but also LDing techniques in general, as I replied, "I am; I write down my dreams every morning." There's a small gap here that I can't quite remember now, but I do remember seeing my friend Giana shortly afterwards. I looked down at my hand as an RC, took note of the extra finger, then told her I'd be right back because I had to go to the bathroom. Clearly, my subconscious still had control over dream-me. I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I'd heard that touch was a sense that was often overlooked in dreams, so I decided to pay attention to how things felt - the door handle, the floor (I had bare feet), the light switch, even my jeans as I pulled them down; they all felt just as they would IWL, and the door handle and floor even felt somewhat cold. I got so carried away with paying attention to tactile sensations that I unintentionally closed my eyes so I could focus more on this sense. Almost as soon as I did, I realized my mistake, and sort of freaked out a little, as my previous experiences with closing my eyes had almost always resulted in me waking up. Well, I didn't exactly wake up right away. The dream abruptly changed to a weird post on some forum that doesn't exist... and THEN I woke up.
So I was in the library with L. again, which means this could be a possible dream sign except that I don't think I have ever been in the library with L. yet.. Before we went down the stairs "terroristic" buillies came over to us and made us sit in a corner, trapped. We didn't know what to do, but eventually we talked ourselves out of it I think. I don't know what they wanted, except bully, which frankly, a lot of bullies appear to long for. It might have been something about not borrowing the book I had found and now held in my hand. We were sitting at some benches. They slouched down the stairs with hunched shoulders, and we followed after making sure we were not in the danger-some. The stair had business like blue, dimmed transparent "fences", and the stairs themselves were grey. When we got down I was about to deliver my book. I felt jumpy and hurried. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, without bringing attention to myself. The floor was grey, the walls white and the room dark, so I should'a known better than to feel "safe" so soon. If safe means not in a potentially life threatening circumstances.. The disc had a woman librarian behind it from Real Life. The disc in the middle of the room was also from the library in town, oak brown with a black plate on top in a curved form went towards the entrance. The entrance was a fancy double glass-door. It had kind of a "light" atmosphere. I was soon getting out of there and starting to feel more confident. Before I talked to librarian I glimpsed a TV hanging on the wall next to the left door. The librarian, and now my friends A. and M., was also watching. My companions, subtract the librarian, didn't pay as much attention to it as I did. It was a news report. On the screen there was a young dark male in a dark green bobble-vest. He was running, plowing trough the impulsive and officious reporters. He pushed away a black camera in pointed towards him, and a voice came on. It was the anchor on the channel, talking about "Idealistic terrorists on the loose. They are teenagers and are very idealistic".. or something. O, jeez z__z .. I think the news in my dream might have been a clip from a RL memory from the riots in London on the news channel. "Oh my." the librarian mumbled. I looked at her, and the book in my hand was just seconds away from being handed over when the teenagers bursts through the glass in the doors. Although there wasn't any shattering or scrapes on their faces as the group gathered in the room staring determined on us. I barely had the change to act at all before they pointed their millitary guns at us and shouting us to leave the room and enter the little door on another wall of the room. "They want to isolate you!" I heard the librarian gasp terrified before we were all ripped away from her and enclosed in a small, green-walled room. I knew that this must be some sort of experiment. My friends knew no escape, but I had the escape in my mind. They sat hopeless at the end of the rectangular room when I showed them how we could climb out somehow and jump over a fence with a hedge. A. did it nicely, but M. needed a little instruction. But we made it out and that's the important part.
This was a very vivid dream, and I remembered a huge part of it, possibly caused by the HILD technique (uses a mantra, only during self-hypnosis) This post is very messy, so my apologies, but I'm not gonna straighten it up. 1: I was playing with Ernie from Sesame Street (!?) in my room. Mom encouraged my younger brother to do the same. (okeey..) Afterwards, I apparently decided to take a stroll in my underwear, in the middle of the night. Acutally, I just went a few steps outside a door in my room (wich is pretty none-existant IRL) and started to bleed from my nose. To stop it I cuffed a fist snow into my face. The snow wasn't really cold, it never is in my dream. It had a cotton candy-like feel to it. As I lifted my face, about to head back in, I saw a grey car park on the raod beaneath my yard. That caused me to run inside, heart in my troat. Although I had little hope that anyone would take me seriously. I quickly slam my door shut and lock it. I dress, then hurries to dad, to tell him about the "robbers". He doesn't take me seriously, as the old tale of dreams, that tells you that any thought, any excpectation you have, will inflict the situation. What I do then, is run upstairs and spy on the car that waits on place, maybe for me to come out again, but after awhile they lose patience and gets lost. As I am spying for cars, I see my neighbour, Erik, having guests; Sander, himself and Trygve steps out of the car. I think something like "Ah, NOW I understand why he is so friendly towards Trygve." And in the darkness, I see headlights driving towards my house, down the road. It is the family car, bringing guests from the family and further (?). There was a boy there, wich I have never encountered in RL as I can remember, but he has now shown up 3x times, as my "love interest. *side track* First time (this was last year, I think) he showed up: A boy with blackish hair asked me on a date. I was hesitating, 'cause I love someone else. Second time, I don't remember. Third, in this dream. *end of side track* We had a singing gruop. Black boy played guitar and we played along with him. We had a really good time, creating a comp song. Afterwards, we had a fight and my sister made me preay for him even though. (With pray ''options'' like you have in some chat boxes.) I even think he gave me flowers. Next I had two friends over. We bought small wedding-ish cakes for each of us, 10dollars total, I had to pay two for mine. I chose not to have any toppings (nugathi, mayonese, creme ). They chose some topping. Someone I know was watching us as we went out of the store, but we didn't mind. .. I wish Sigurd was here.. with me, a little more. I want to smile with him..
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