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    1. 4 Feb: I am a persecuted android, train station and skipping classes

      by , 02-04-2019 at 02:05 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      It's the future. I am a sentient android. Some bad dudes are kidnapping androids of my type and reeducating or damaging us to become obedient and enslave us. They test us afterwards with a simple reaction test but I fail, so they want to eliminate me because I can't be trusted to obey. Then Evangelion is there, but he is one of the bad guys. He provokes me with abuses to see if I react. I know I have to endure or I am dead, but they can tell I am faking and the procedure didn't go well. I beg for my life, I promise to be good and obedient, but a guy keeps saying I will probably turn against them. So while I am being rounded up by them, I spot a chance to escape through some window and I run, get into some garden. Then enter some door into a building, don't know what it is.
      People react naturally to my presence. So I follow some people and end up in some auction place. To blend in, I look at the pieces with interest, an android would not buy, but could be at the service of an owner. I spot a couple antique Buddha figures and it reminds me something of past lives. I pay homage to the Buddha, feel familiar with it. The walls of the front of this place are glass and I see my chasers looking for me outside across the hallway. I also see some stairs leading to an exit and lots of people going up, so I run to disappear in the crowd and reach the surface exit. I notice I am surrounded by university students. A lady engages with me, asks me what I am studying there. I make up something, she believes. I guess androids also can go to school. Once out, there is a bit more garden and some gates to a road. The road seems to lead to either nowhere or to the city and I choose the city but it is far away still. I go back when I realize everybody is actually going the other way to a subway station. Meanwhile I notice a big dog tied up in the garden and he barks at me in a very familiar way. It is my Hachi and I just have to go get him, but he is in a part of the park that is being locked down for the night. I jump the wall cause there is no way I am leaving my dog there.

      Taking a train in Lisboa at Santa Apolonia station with my dad, but all is so different. He can't find our train, the old line we used to take is no longer there. Instead there are some stairs that bring people in from the houses on the hill. And there are lots of people coming through there so companies have some marketing stands in the way. Today there is a table with offers from some cosmetic and accessories companies. Basically they have boxes and people can take what they want. First nobody touches anything, feeling suspicious or not wanting to look greedy, so I start hoarding it, that's when they decide I have to share and start taking things to. But many ladies basically start ruining some items instead of taking them, like notebooks, on which they write messages and leave it there anyway.
      Some ladies are gossiping and say that Michael Fassbender lives nearby and sometimes they see him crossing the station.

      Studying at a university abroad with friends: Zilla, Licas and some others. Our math teacher is horrible, so we decide to skip his class and meet at the movies. We discuss how stupid it is that those classes are mandatory. We arrange ways to escape classes multiple times without being noticed but we have an enemy that does his best to expose us. Once he finds me on the street, he is on a car, he films me with the phone, but I film him back. If I am exposed so is he. The campus is totally high tech, with hologram concert shows in the hallway of new upcoming bands and other dazzling tech stuff.

      I live in an improvised room at an attic, a really cozy place, which has basically a mattress on the floor and where I can't even stand up. It has a skylight as only window and I have the company of pigeons.
    2. A Couple of Nonlucids After a Late Night - August 30

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      ZAD
      , 08-30-2018 at 07:12 PM (ZAD's DJ)
      Aug 30 2018

      Long NL, the first thing I remember is walking up a staircase or ladder and entering a dark basement. It is finished and in some memories it extends lengthwise to my left and right with no windows, but in others it's small and box-shaped, closing in all around with a window in front of me under an eave. In both memories, there are cardboard boxes all around, and right in front of me there is a broken light bulb. I'm yelling downstairs to someone that the bulb is broken (I remember there are two lit floors below me). It felt like several others were in the house with me.

      Short NL when I fell back asleep after dismissing my alarm in the morning. I'm at a table in France. I'm a spectator, possibly without physical manifestation or presence. To the left is an american couple, to the right a french couple from another region of france. Both are travelling to this region and sampling some food. The backdrop is empty whiteness. The americans are making fools of themselves, and the french are snooty about it. I remember being both of them, and cutting open some toasted bread. There was also red sauce involved somehow (were these meatball subs?), and the dream ended with the frenchman laughing.
    3. Putting out a Fire Above

      by , 05-19-2018 at 10:58 AM
      Morning of January 3, 2017. Tuesday.



      In my dream, I am living in an unknown residence. I am only vaguely aware of my family as they are now. I am in a cold indoor environment in the wintertime (even though it is very warm in real life). To my right is a large hot water heater of an unrealistic design and which nearly reaches the ceiling. There is also a furnacelike feature near the top.

      I have an object that resembles a circuit board. A few wires are sticking out. By rubbing two wires together I can start a fire and make the room warmer. There is a ramp along the wall. After several attempts to get a fire going, a small fire finally starts. The entire circuit board is soon ablaze. I am enjoying it until I notice a couple of additional flames higher up that may or may not have come from my activity with the circuit board.

      There is an unfamiliar young male present at one point. He points out that the hot water tank is now releasing sizzling water. I unplug the hot water tank and the water stops squirting from various areas of the tank, especially near the top.

      I grab a white plastic bucket and fill it with water from the faucet. I fling it upwards but see that I will have to climb up to make sure all the flames are doused. When I get to the top near the ceiling I notice the top of the wall opens into another room. It is like an attic with a low ceiling. An older woman (of perhaps sixty) is sitting close to my side and an unknown young girl is sitting on a couch across the room and reading a book. The fire seems to be going out.

      I apologize to the unknown female but she does not seem angry or annoyed. Looking down at a table in the implied doorway of this unlikely room (though I think it is some sort of open vent that is not meant to serve as a door), I see a Gold Key “Star Trek” comic book (which is a real-life cover of a comic book I have not had in years). The top of the cover’s image is nearest me so is upside-down. There seem to be a couple of burn marks on it and it also appears mostly in grays.

      I say, “Oh, I have this comic book,” and the woman says, “I know, I gave it to you”. This puzzles me at first, but I do not say anything else about the comic book.

      “I had my gloves sitting there,” she says, indicating that she had a pair of gloves sitting on the “Star Trek” comic book. She seems to be implying that the fire had burned them up completely. I tell her that it is unlikely as there were only a few small flames which had gone out quickly. I slowly wake while wondering what else to say.



      Dream state and waking process autosymbolism fully explained here:

      Lucid dreams are not the same as controlled dreams. You can be lucid and not in control of either the dream environment or the dream body. You can direct and modulate the dream without lucidity. Dream control is a separate state than maintaining self-awareness in the dream. Lucid dreaming is not a “skill” (and for me has always been a natural state since earliest memory). Neither is dream control, though it does become fundamental upon understanding dream state autosymbolism and how RAS (reticular activating system) mediation works.

      My dynamic and transient subconscious self in non-lucidity, because of isolation from both my unconscious mind and my conscious self, does not usually possess viable memory of waking life or reasoning skills. The rendering of the hot water heater is a thread of the liminal awareness of my physical body being too warm in my real environment, and is rendered to my dream self’s right as I sleep on my left side (my right more liminally aware of the real environment as a result). The cool fictitious environment is a result of a liminal thread of the conscious desire to be cooler. Additionally, water is autosymbolism for the depth and dynamics of sleep.

      Liminal dream state awareness is inherent (a liminal realization of being in the dream state, yet without being lucid; a result of synaptic OR gating; my conscious self being aware I am dreaming while my dream self is not) and liminal dream control (the circuit board as autosymbolism for RAS mediation). Synaptic gating is triggered from the liminal awareness that water is sleep and fire is waking (achieving consciousness). However, I non-lucidly sustain and control my dream at this point before the preconscious factor renders a young male to caution me on modulating my dream due to my real-life environment being too warm. (This is a “primitive” but very important biological mechanism, just as the autosymbolic call to wake and use the toilet is). “I unplug the hot water tank”. I moderate my intent of dream state sustainment and reinduction, though I still have a tentative desire to sustain my dream by throwing water from a bucket.

      I decide to enter the waking space willingly. I liminally seek out the RAS bulwark and find the liminal space divider (that otherwise separates the dream self identity from the conscious self identity). This is rendered as the unusual opening into what is implied to be an attic and is a form of sustained doorway waking autosymbolism. The attic relates to higher thinking skills (and also has an association with the thalamus in contrast to RAS) that are only viable when awake. RAS personification (as the old woman) is rendered. The usual vestibular system autosymbolism becomes the focus but is rendered in static form as a “Star Trek” comic book cover, which additionally signifies the sustainment of the liminal space transition and the lessening of waking start anticipation (which is typically experienced as the falling sensation of which is solely biological). Additionally, I am in the timeless transpersonal stage where it could be said that the old woman and young girl are both versions of my wife Zsuzsanna on opposite sides of the timeline.

      Personified RAS (transforming into this dream’s emergent consciousness factor) talks about her gloves having been on the comic book. (The fire had gone out, as the waking alert factor is no longer needed.) This is subtle autosymbolism of the knowledge of dream state modulation, as hands and gloves represent potential control of the dream state. There is also the implication of the control of vestibular system dynamics in this case as evidenced by the gloves being atop the static flight symbol imagery. Gloves additionally augment the illusion of physicality. (The dream self does not have a real physical body, and a practice that some lucid dreamers utilize is looking at their hands as a “reality check” to see if they look unusual or have the wrong number of fingers.)


    4. [05-08-2016] #7th competition entry

      by , 08-05-2016 at 08:18 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      First dream

      It was a cold evening. There were some people gathered on my backyard, wandering around enormous boxes and random furniture. I went there to check what's going on, but I haven't found out too much.

      Second dream

      It was some kind of political conference. I was standing among other politicians, Trump was talking about something when suddenly we all started making jokes off him. I passed a few comments that made everyone laugh and Trump just mad.

      Third dream

      I was back in my school, it was beginning of my last year in that technical. The school was mostly empty and head director was different. They haven't had too much students. I sat in one row with my classmates.

      Fourth dream

      I was in the attic of my house with my younger sister. We were tidying the place up and thinking how we'd arrange things when we'll finally start renovating the place and making rooms up there.
    5. [15-06-2016]

      by , 06-15-2016 at 04:40 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      I recall only a fragment. I was in my front yard, whole family gathered there. It was a dark, cold evening. Someone sent me to our attic to find something lost out there. I climbed up a ladder and entered the attic. I immediately felt that something was wrong, the air was somehow heavy and I felt that there is someone watching me. I backtracked to ladder and heard terrifying and strange noises as I was climbing down. I went to toilet and saw that there is an ominous, dark hole in the ceiling, leading straight to attic. It was a joke made by my brother, but he didn't knew about the thing that was up there.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. [08-03-2016]

      by , 03-08-2016 at 04:01 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      I was in my house, wandering the attic with my mother and my pal. The place was over renovation, but it was devoid of any furniture. We were in a room with white walls, there was a window with nothing but sky behind and there were doors to another room. My mother told a story about horrifying ghosts that are a cause of her health problems. Suddenly something tried to open doors, with my pal we tried to keep them closed, but it pushed really strong. Later that day I was in my backyard, watching a wraith floating nearby my attic.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. Looping dream, attic, school

      by , 08-29-2015 at 09:38 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      First dream

      With my friends we were breaking into some kind of government offices. We were going to the archives, to take some information we needed. We were wandering the building, and then we were in a corridor leading to the archives. There was an office to our left - there was no one inside. The only thing that have drawn my attention was an aquarium. Then there was an intersecting corridor, also to the left, and directors office, also on the left side. The only room to the right were the archives.


      The dimmensions might have been different, and the aquarium office could've been closer to the corridor. The way down from the aquarium office could've been closed by door without ways to open it.

      First time, we moved into the aquarium office. I looked at random fishes swimming in jelly-like substance. Then we got into the intersection with another corridor. The guards were going that way, and they shot us as soon as they saw us.

      Then the dream repeated. We moved into aquarium office, and went to the intersection. There were no guards this time, but as we moved closer to directors office a woman went out of it - she was a tall brunette woman with brown eyes. She was wearing a long, dark blue dress. When my friends saw her, they have immediately died for some unknown reason.

      And the dream repeated again. We moved out of aquarium office (each time random fishes were swimming in jelly-like substance), head for the directors office and entered it. There was an elderly woman inside. She was friendly for us, and told us to have a seat, while she'll make some coffee.

      Again repeat. We moved out of aquarium office, and head for directors office. On the way we saw that brunette woman, she had some weapon, and killed the elderly woman with it. Then we found some guns, and show her down. We finally reached the archives, and looked for information we needed.

      First dream fragment

      With my younger sister we were tidying the attic, to make ourselves bedrooms up there. Each time I walked close to the ladder, I almost fallen down.

      Second dream fragmend

      I was entering my classroom, found a good place to sit, and sat down.
    8. Kissing Clones (DILD)

      by , 07-02-2015 at 09:46 PM
      My brother and I were visiting my mom in the new house she was buying (no basis in WL). He was somewhere getting ready to leave—he was going to drive home for a day to take care of something and then come back on Wednesday. Currently it was Monday night.

      I followed my mom as she showed me around the house. Although it was very spacious, and beautiful from the outside, it was becoming apparent that a lot of things needed repair. She mentioned water damage as we entered the kitchen, and I saw that a number of floorboards in front of the sink were a different color, evidence that they had been replaced. When she turned on the faucet a lot of water immediately started flooding out from underneath the sink cabinet, so evidently the problem had not yet been solved.

      I noticed that all around the sides and back of the sink area was a kind of moat: the floorboards had been cut away to reveal an open area full of water. I remembered our little dog that had drowned in the cistern under the kitchen floor many years ago, and worried this might be a hazard to our current pets. If one of the cats fell in, would they be able to get out? The prospects didn't look good.

      "We'll have to cover this up." As we left the kitchen, I noticed that below the floorboards that had been cut away, I could see down to the basement, where thin wooden columns were spaced widely at intervals. "It's unnerving to see how little is holding up the floor we're walking on," I commented. It was even more unnerving when I saw how many posts were missing, as though they had rotted away. Repairs were going to be expensive. I was almost relieved to remember that I wouldn't be living here, but I thought I should do something to help my mom. Would $500 be a good donation to the repair fund? It probably wouldn't go far, though, given everything that needed to be done.

      Mom wanted to show me the attic, which was accessed by climbing a ladder through a disturbingly narrow shaft. She went up first, and as I followed I had to push back a rising feeling of claustrophobia at how tight the space was. I'm not normally claustrophobic but this was as narrow as a chimney... I felt hemmed in on all sides, and was afraid of getting stuck. I reminded myself that my mom had already gone up so I should be fine, and kept climbing until I had squeezed through.

      The attic was surprisingly nice given how difficult it was to access. It was a finished space with white walls and built-in bookshelves. Books were scattered all over the floor, but from the titles—throwaway pop culture stuff—I thought they must have beened abandoned by the previous owner. More bookshelves were always a plus, though we would have to make sure to shelve things up here that we didn't need to use very often.

      Then I noticed the washer and dryer, and my heart sank. You've got to be kidding me. "This is seriously where we have to do the laundry?" My voice rose with indignant disbelief. If I could barely fit through the shaft to climb up, how was I ever going to manage with a basket or an armful of clothes? And who thought it was a good idea to route the plumbing all the way up here? "We'll need to install some kind of dumbwaiter," was the best suggestion I could come up with.

      I explored far side of the attic room. Just past the washer and dryer was a small, irregularly shaped door in the wall, only a few feet high. I've always loved the strange little doors you sometimes find in old houses. I wonder where this one leads? I opened the door and behind it was a second door, identical to the first. That's odd... why would that... wait a minute! I am stunned by a sudden recollection. I have seen this kind of thing before! The door behind a door... that's something that happens in dreams! Could I really be dreaming? It still feels unlikely, but I look down at my right hand, palm facing up. For the most part it looks normal, but the top joint of my little finger is missing. It is round and smooth like an ordinary finger, but with only one joint rather than the normal two. And the ridge of the fingernail poking up past the truncated digit is long and blue. I keep my fingernails short and never color them. This is definitely not my proper hand.

      I'm still dumbfounded to realize that I was dreaming... often I have a vague dream awareness even in my NLDs, but this time there had not even been a trace of it. I might never have discovered it at all if it had not been for that glitch with the door.

      When did the dream begin? I try to think back. I was visiting my mom at her new house and then... wait... was that a different house, or was it this house? I realize that the only way I'll know when the dream started is to figure out when I went to sleep. I realize that I don't remember going to sleep at all. I was so tired, I must have just dropped off. But where? I was visiting the house for the first time, I wasn't even sure I had been assigned a place to sleep yet. I decided that the most likely place was a couch where I remembered sitting earlier.

      So had I dreamed the part about my brother visiting, or had he really been there too, and maybe I fell asleep before I could say goodbye? I tried to reconstruct the circumstances. My brother had been getting ready to leave and I had wanted to take a shower. I had already been rubbing shampoo in my hair when my mom told me that the water wasn't running, so I was stuck with shampoo in my hair and no way to get it out. Now the puzzling part... did this happen before or after I fell asleep? Might I already have been dreaming when I put the shampoo in my hair? The illogic of applying shampoo before I even undressed or got in the shower never occurred to me. Instinctively I reached up to feel my head, even though I was aware of the illogic of this gesture: even if I had been awake when I'd used the shampoo, there was no reason it couldn't manifest in the dream. My hair felt dirty but I couldn't tell if it was shampoo residue or just because it needed to be washed. In the end I couldn't figure out at which point in the evening's events I might have fallen asleep.

      [The real answer is that my memories of the evening did not include a single accurate detail from WL other than that I had gone to bed hungry, so everything I remembered had already been a part of the dream.]

      Should I keep exploring the house? Maybe, but I want to get out of this attic... not through that narrow shaft, though. There should be a better way down. I half hope for, half will into existence a set of stairs that I "discover" when I turn around. In a flash of dream logic, while I'm descending the stairs I forget it is the attic I'm leaving and momentarily think it is the basement, so it strikes me as strange that the house has a sub-basement. But by the time I reach the foot of the stairs I'm back to thinking of my new location as the second story.

      I don't want to waste the dream wandering around aimlessly, so I pause and try to think of a task. What were those new TOTMs? Plant a seed? I want to do that one, but I'd rather save it for some time when I find myself outside. Hmm... there was the one about cloning. It might be tough, given my usual difficulties summoning DCs, but I figure it is worth a try. I notice a tall mirror in the room and decide to use my reflection as the basis for the clone. The reflection looks satisfyingly accurate, and I see that I am wearing a loose ankle-length white dress. My hair is down but held back from my face with a headband. I decide that the simplicity of my appearance will make it easier to create the clone, so I simplify it further by removing the headband. I consider trying to pull my reflection out of the mirror to serve as the clone, but reason that a clone is not the same thing as a reflection, so instead I focus on recreating a copy of myself in the same room. This goes surprisingly well. I turn and look expectantly to my right, and there she is!

      I take my double's left hand in my right, and side by side we start walking together. I recall the TOTM instructed that we are supposed to perform some activity together, either cooperative or competitive. Walking is an activity, I suppose, but not very interesting one, so I suggest, "Let's skip!" Hand in hand we skip along for a few paces. Then we stop and look at each other. I am fascinated by the conviction that she really does look just like me. I should check, though... maybe she has a different idea of the situation.

      "Who are you?" I inquire, watching closely to observe her response. She briefly considers the question.

      "You're here," she replies, touching her fingers to the center of her chest.

      I am touched and delighted by her confirmation of our bond, our shared identity. At the same time, I start to feel something unexpected. The longer I look at her, the more attractive I think she is... more attractive than I usually see myself. Is it strange to be attracted to your own double? Does this reflect on me in some way? Moved by growing desire, I ignore the psychological quandaries and step very close to her.

      "Can I?" I ask suggestively, letting the question trail off.

      "Like, sexually?" She seems to understand what I am hinting at, but wants confirmation.

      At my nod she indicates that she is willing, so we embrace and start kissing one another. Our desire is mutually reinforcing, and things are heating up fast. At the same time, the clinical part of my mind is reasoning that this is very odd and unexpected, on both our parts, since I am not normally someone with a strong libido. But we all know how raunchy dreams can be! Still standing, my clone and I paw and grind against one another until I orgasm and wake up.

      Updated 07-02-2015 at 10:29 PM by 34973

      Categories
      lucid , task of the month
    9. [DILD] Lights on

      by , 06-17-2015 at 01:02 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      I was in the attic with my sister. We were looking for something. Suddenly I became lucid. It was dark all around. I moved my hand in front of me and said "Light". My hand was working as a flashlight from now on. To turn the light off, I just thought about turning it off. Then I thought "Usually trying to do something in a lucid, without saying it aloud is not working. Maybe I should use voice commands all the time?"

      To check if it's working, I turned the light off, and moved my hand in front of me. Trying to create light haven't worked without a voice command.
      As I was just about to go down from the attic, I have awakened.
      Tags: attic, light, sister, voice
      Categories
      lucid
    10. Training and bogeyman

      by , 03-24-2015 at 10:13 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      I was in home. The whole place was changed, and created convulted maze of labyrinthine corridors and rooms. I was training with classmates, running up and down the stairs to attic. The attic itself was changing, from old and abandoned, to a part of palace.

      I ran down, and entered a nearby room. There was an old man sitting on a chair. He was reading newspaper, but was interrupted by classmates. They have thrown one of them on the man. He was spinning and floating slowly towards the man. I ran upstairs to the attic-palace.

      Red colour dominated in the room. It had antique wooden furniture ornamented with silver. I heard someone screaming something about bogeyman in that room. I don't wanted to go away, and I had a weird idea. I licked the air, and felt strong, sweet taste. After a while I realised that I licked the bogeyman in the face. I felt a bite on my left arm, and woke up.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. March 16th fragment

      by , 03-18-2015 at 05:57 PM (Keitorin's Dream Log)
      Putting a cord-like rod into something, it sucked it up. Someone with me had done theirs and it hadn’t, so mine had gone wrong. Now we had to go find where it had been taken.

      I remember climbing up into an attic where it was dark and I had to fumble around. I found stacks of papers and stuff stuffed here and there amongst furniture and dug through some of it.

      Gap.

      I’m talking to a woman who confided in me how she thought she was a bad mother. She has an older girl and a younger girl who were in the house doing their own thing. For some reason, I feel sympathetic and try to reassure her about it. She seems to feel a bit better and goes off to get an alcoholic drink…

      Notes: I slept really deeply, think my exercise routine is starting to get to me. Hopefully I’ll get used to it soon. I wanted to go to bed today halfway through and nearly fell asleep in my supper.

      Updated 03-19-2015 at 12:58 AM by 20026

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment , side notes
    12. Lenghty non-lucid

      by , 12-27-2014 at 11:19 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      I was in school, sitting in classroom with my group. We were waiting for the teacher. He arrived after a while, bald, tall man with moustache, in his late twenties. He told us that we are going to work in a forest. He smiled viciously to me, and told me that I have the hardest work to do. He had good disposition towards me before, and now he betrays me. I went to the cloakroom, and changed my clothes to work uniform. There were three girls sitting on a bench with a sleeping dude. He was drunk, the wine was spoiled all over the floor. They were talking about various drinks. I had mixed felings towards them. We were in friednly terms before, and now I feel only reluctance. I went out of cloakroom, but couldn't find anyone, so I went to the bus stop. After a while the bus came, it was long, two storey with silver paint. I entered it, and sat on the left side. My older sister entered it too, and sat with me. I felt somehow safe, but I never needed her help. We drove to the city between my home and school. In the meantime, girls were doing photos with their phones. They were a bit blurred, but funny. On the photo there was a girl, she was looking like a monkey due to her face exprssion and blur. I went out in my home town, and got a message from friend, that we must met in the city I have passed. I entered another bus, it was old, and a bit dirty. I went out in the city, and received a message that he is in my home town now. I waited for another bus, and got to my home town. It was clody, dark evening. I got another message, he told that we'll meet another day. You can't count on anyone it seems. I went to my home. Mother told me to do something in the attic, and gave me box full of toys and other junk. I went up, and put it all to another box. I went down, and mother told me that we are driving to the city. I went out, entered the white car, and drove to the city.
      Tags: attic, bus, city, school, work
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    13. Cross motorbike and someone in the attic.

      by , 11-24-2014 at 09:20 AM (Tomas's DJ - "Exploration of the inner Self")
      This is a reoccurring dream.

      One of the first things I remember was that I was somewhere near PEPE and there was a rally going on. I had a feeling that I was parking a car, but in fact I parked a knife... the old grey knife that we used to have in the kitchen. Strange. I parked it near some bushes.

      Then I went up where the cars were racing. I cannot remember whether I saw any, but I think I did.

      Next thing I know, I am on a cross motorbike riding across the fields behind Drzkov. There are two girls on horses. I think I knew them at the time, but cannot remember now. I am sure one of the horses is the old, nasty Magda - Popelnice s artrozou. They start racing me and I am somewhat slower than them. I now that this is not my bike and that my bike is stronger. With mine I could have outrace them.

      NEXT

      I am at home with my sister. There is no one else. Suddenly I hear some noises from the attic. Steps in fact. I look at my sister, and we exchange looks such that we know we have to go and look what it was. I take a knife... again the old grey knife. I walk in to the lobby and the door upstairs slam closed! We both jump and are little frightened. My sister a lot. I start walking up the stars and I can feel my sister shaking violently.

      Then I think to myself, how am I going to walk in without the person attacking me, or kicking the knife off my hand? (at this moment I wake up a little bit... but I go back to sleep as I want to finish this).
      I call some friend that I know has a pack of wolfs or dogs or so. He then walks up the stairs, the wolfs are all excited and ready to attack pulling the leeds.

      I wake up....
    14. 17 Dec: The ghost in the tower

      by , 12-17-2013 at 09:37 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Like in a RPG game, I was at the beginning of a game, with a "team" and we were being introduced to the set and the rules. We were going to be dropped at a high tower of a gigantic building in a ghost town. This building was so massive, it occupied almost half of the town space. It rose up like a skyscraper but at different levels it ramified into individual towers with further ramifications. And we were being shown in 3D the whole complex and the exact tower where we would be dropped. It looked so degraded and abandoned. I wondered about stability of the structure. But no other dangers ocurred to me.
      We were going on a recon mission, but no details were given to us.
      So we're inside and the place is creepy and incredible in its architecture, but nothing goes on. Curtains fly over broken glass windows.
      Then we reach this plateau, or attic and we have a creepy feeling. Someone reports movement. We start being attacked by unindentified entities and we run down the stairs. But not everybody made it. There's 1 or 2 missing. I turn back to look for them, but they appear zombie-like and start attacking me to. I tell everybody else to just run down the stairs and I run faster than anyone else, cause I'm supposed to be in the front leading them out. But one by one they start being touched by some invisible hand that leaves them like zombies who turn back to stay in the building. Only I and 2 others manage to safely get out of that tower without being caught by this force.

      I become lucid, not so worried anymore, decide to fly away carelessly. I have a zen moment flyin over the ocean. I see half a dozen very small dots in the water. It's people. I go down to watch them closely and end up being dragged into the water with them. It's not a fun moment. We just had sand below our feet and out of nowhere the waves grew bigger and are dragging us away from the beach. We're fighting the current. I see one getting to the shore but I'm starting to feel hopeless, I'm surely going to die! I wake up, shaking that feeling of desperation away. I review the dream I just had and decide to forget this last part and focus on that building and its story. I fall asleep and get back there. But now it's a different time. There's people still living on it. I'm a girl lying in bed in that attic. There's nothing else, just this bed. And I have a white cat, but he is no ordinary cat, he is a ghost cat. He fell or was thrown down the tower, but he keeps visiting me all the time. He is now looking at me from the ceiling above my head, his head lurking through the concrete, as if there was a hole in it. Sometimes I look out the window and his is roaming around the lower level plateau veranda. He keeps me company. My father keeps me locked up in here. It's very early morning and he might appear at any moment. So he does, bringing a tray with something different from the usual breakfast. Something white, that he tells me it's to celebrate my birthday. It's green jello with whip cream on top. Better than nothing. I wonder what am I (this girl) doing here. Is she held in captivity? Is that why she is so alone? Did she die here? Is she the ghost capturing people to keep her company?
      Alarm clock goes of...

      Updated 12-17-2013 at 04:37 PM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    15. Attic, Snake

      by , 11-20-2013 at 08:23 PM
      Nov. 19:

      Dreamed I was sharing an attic bedroom with a roommate, but there wasn't enough space for both of our beds. She'd already set hers up, and I was trying to explain that there wasn't enough space and I didn't have anywhere to sleep, but she just told me that was my own problem.

      Dreamed I had a pet ball python but forgot to get it a heat rock or food. It was living in a tupperware bin, and I fed it hot dogs. Mom had the car, and wouldn't let me use it to drive to Petsmart, but she wouldn't take me either. I was worried that my snake was going to die. Mom said that, instead, she was driving to a different city to return a keyboard she'd bought (because it sucked). I'd bought the same model and asked if I could go with to return mine as well. She still refused to stop at Petsmart.

      Nov 20:
      I can't recall my dreams. I have a vague impression that they involved cars.

      Updated 11-21-2013 at 10:14 PM by 32101

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
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