I had two dreams last night. In the first I was Joseph Stalin, talking to Khrushchev about how he will have to be more communist after he succeeds me. I was in my (not Stalin's) house, and Khrushchev was in the hallway next to the computer room. I went to go grab a red star-shaped pin with a sickle and hammer from a box in the living room. Most of the pins in the box were a gold colored castle or something similar, but I found three of the star ones. I gave one to Khrushchev and I gave him a red short-sleeved shirt with a white sickle and hammer on the left breast. I had found three of these shirts, and two of them had something on the back directly across from the sickle and hammer. One had an emblem that said "Christians concerned about communism" or something like that. It had a cross in the middle of a lot of lines outlining a circle with a thin crescent near the bottom. In the second dream I was in surgery. I was in a small room with about three doctors there. They wore blue clothes and masks like usual. I was wearing a paper gown. My dad was in a corner reading a magazine. They gave me some anesthesia, and dad asked if I could hear him. The anesthesia started to work, but then it subsided. It was an uncomfortable feeling, like something is gently pulling you up while you are going numb, but you don't want to go up. Because it wore off, they had to give me a stronger type before they started surgery. I had the same feeling, except that it didn't subside. As it got stronger I woke up.
7:49 a.m. Operation. Hospital. I was gonna have the bump on the back of my head surgically removed. I asked if I'll have anesthesia. The doctor said no. I asked how long it's gonna take. 10 minutes. I can deal with that. Lied died in bed while I feel the back of my head being cut, and the "ball" removed. It's all red.
16.04.2011False Astral Projection (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was some kind of boxer and I had my right arm very injured. I needed major surgery will whole body anesthesia. I realized that my body was going to be shut down so it would be an excellent way to induce a WILD and Astral Project from there. I felt the anestysia hitting and closing my eyes. I started to focus on keeping my mind awake until I found myself right outside the OR. I realized I projected, but I did not feel like I did. I wanted to see my body. I saw the doctor who was going to operate me when suddenly, my body woke up and sat. A second later, I was back in my body, confused. The doctor induced anesthesia once more. I tried to WILD once more. Same thing happened. The doctor this time got mad and induced me a lot more anesthesia. I decided to not attempt to Astral Project but just to enjoy a lucid dream. I found myself in the middle of a parking lot and realized I was dreaming. I was fooled as I indeed though that I was at the hospital. I could see the hospital where I though I was so I wanted to see it from my dream body. I entered the hospital and forgot completely everything. I saw an elevator next to me, so I decided to enter it. I could see that my right arm had injuries, but I did not care. I knew my body was at the OR. The elevator brought me to some sort of Colosseum. I did not feel like fighting due my arm, but I wanted to fight at the same time. I saw a MMA fighter and a psychic in front of him. The psychic told him she could do some healing on him for $500,000 and then he could fight. He was pumped up and willing to pay. I wanted to offer him my healing abilities for a much reasonable price. Some more plot happened.
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