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I'm walking around outside. I'm in a small town that somewhat resembles the one that I am currently living in.

I am approaching a beach. There are some kids, they look like they're in highschool. They're all sitting on the beach by the sidewalk. I walk over to them and stare at the ocean. They start talking about whether or not anyone's swam in the ocean. I start talking about how I grew up a few blocks from the ocean and how I miss it. They all simply stare at me.

I turn around and start walking to a school. I'm going to go to my orientation. I see Liz and she says to come inside because there are cat patches I should see. There are a few cloth patches with images of cats printed on them that say cute things. Reminiscent of lolcats. When the woman who works there isn't looking she unlocks the case and takes out a big handful of them.

We go outside. There are airplanes flying above, it's really loud. It begins dropping things that explode when they hit the ground. I realize it's dropping bombs. They seem to be heat guided because when they drop they dodge around aiming for us. I think I screamed at one point, grabbing people and pulling them down or pushing them over so they didn't get hit. I ran inside of the school where a woman was making an announcement that everyone should evacuate the building because there was a fire danger. I grabbed the microphone and said that everyone should stay in side, that we were getting bombed outside. The woman got angry with me and told me there was no way that we were getting bombed.

Dream changes somewhat, later. I am in a house that is reminiscent of my house yet not quite the same. My room has these wooden french doors, I went to open them and they simply came off the hinges. I think my mother was there. She was lecturing me on how to keep things from breaking. I went to open my laptop and the screen completely came off. When I went to reattach it, everything began vibrating, buzzing and shaking. I could feel electric shocks running through my body, causing me a lot of pain. I screamed.

We all, (people from New Paltz) went on a school trip to the beach. I remember asking Lakendra to come with me to the bathhouse to get my stuff, because it was getting dark and I was scared.

Me and my mom go to eat lunch on top of this very high pole, that was sort of birds eye view of some high way in New Jersey. I was so scared for my life, but after a while I got used to it.

I was bragging to my little cousin about all the famous people that went to my school, like Selena Gomez and Justin Beiber.

this one was just a fragment. im standing in sand, im near the beach, surrounded by grey rocks on all sides. im talking to someone, theres several people there with me. thats all i remember unfortunately.

10/12/2009

Hotel Scam?

I'm at a hotel, walking through the lobby with some guy. He's trying to convince me that we can stay a night for free if I follow his lead. So I walk up to one of the receptionists who have desks like bank tellers and the guy comes behind me and starts taking like, "yes, this is the amount we agreed on..." and puts a piece of paper in front of me to sign. Meanwhile, the receptionist is on the phone looking at us like we're crazy. I look down and see that the amount on the paper is $212 and I say that I don't have enough money to cover that much for two days!


Electronics on the Beach

Now I'm on the beach walking along just kicking the water as it comes up on the beach. It's kind of gravely, not the nicest sand in the world. I look down and kick over some gravely sand and find a coke bottle. I pick it up and throw it away from the beach. I walk some more and find a calculator. I start digging in the sand and find tons of calculators. I pulled them out of the sand and started making a pile of them. The water keeps coming up and washing over my hole that I've dug revealing more stuff. Now I get to a box. It's a coffee maker! I set that aside. I get to another box. It's a set of pots and pans! The funny thing is, I open the boxes and they're perfectly fine, there's no trace of sand or water in them. I think to myself... maybe I can put this stuff on ebay or craigslist...

Night of 2/6/09

Two-Sided Beach

I know I've had dreams in this location more than once. I start at a beach. Nice sand, beautiful water, but there aren't really any waves, so it must not be the ocean, but a lake or a bay. I wade out into the water and there are tons of people, almost too many to be able to get anywhere in the water. I don't think I've gone too far when I see the other side of this body of water and it's just another beachy shore. This is strange to me because I've never been to a place like this IRL and it comes up in my dreams enough that I recognize it.

You're in Middle School?

I'm in a school hallway and I'm walking somewhere. I see teachers as they're coming out of their classrooms and each one of them is doing that thing where you make glasses on your face when you make the "ok" gesture with both hands and flip them upside down so that the "o"s are over your eyes and your other fingers are cupping your chin. I'm really happy as I'm walking down the hall and I do it back at them! Everyone's smiling and having a good time with this.

So I make it to a staircase and realize I'm on the second level. On the staircase are students eating lunch. They've got their food all spread out and they're sitting in little groups eating and talking. There is no way to navigate my way down the stairs unless I sort of shimmy down the banister. So I start going down the left hand side with my butt on the railing and my hands balancing me and my feet are tiptoeing over the kids' food. I finally get to the bottom and see that it's the lunchroom. I stop at a table and start talking to a girl who's by herself eating lunch. I don't remember what was said, but I asked her was she like a sophomore or junior and she said she's only fourteen and in the 8th grade. I was stunned that she was in middle school because she looked much older and was acting so mature.

I was on the beach, walking along the shore and looking for seashells. It was a beautiful day out, the sun was actually a bit on the hot side, but that was balanced out by the cool breeze blowing in off of the ocean. What a wonderful day for a walk on the beach. I was wishing I had brought my swim suit because now, as I watched the waves rolling in from the endless blue horizon, I wanted to swim out into the water and let the waves carry me back to shore.

Well, I couldn't swim but I could definitely wade. So I took off my shoes and socks, rolled up my jeans, and waded out into the ocean until the water was about up to my knees. I continued walking along the shore, enjoying the ocean breeze, the smell of the ocean, the sounds of the seagulls, the fact there weren't any other people out there… but wait… I did see another person a bit farther up the beach. Crap. Well, I could at least hope there weren't very many people, maybe even just the one. I wasn't about to change my course just because there was one person on the beach, so I continued walking and got closer to the person, who turned out to be a man, and as I got closer to him I realized I knew him!

"Nomad?" I asked, surprised to see him.

"That's me," he said, "This is a dream, and I was about to ride a dream wave all of the way to the moon! Hop on the next wave and ride with me!"

Riding waves to the moon? There's no way that could be even remotely possible, although Nomad looked like he was being completely serious about the idea. I then registered the rest of what he had said, this is a dream, and he was going to ride a dream wave. Not just a normal wave, a dream wave. So this was a dream, then? I confirmed that it was definitely a dream when I did a RC, turned to Nomad and said this really was a dream.

Before anything more could be said about riding waves all of the way to the moon, however, the calm peacefulness of the beach was shattered by harsh yelling, energy blasts firing, and swords clashing. Who the hell was making so much noise?! I looked and saw that the beach was covered by Templars now, stupid Templars have to come around and ruin everything, and they apparently had come to attack Nomad or me or both of us.

Nomad transformed into a giant shark that was sparking with electricity. When he did that he was in mid jump and he came down on top of a few of the Templars and appeared to swallow them whole while shocking the Templars that just happened to be too close to him. Of course that left this huge sparking shark on the beach, when he would have been much better off in the water, so I telekinetically tossed him into the water, and then I threw a few Templars in after him so he wouldn't be alone out there. He seemed to think the Templars looked tasty, as he started eating them whole, I wondered if the lightning around him meant they were at least cooked before he ate them, and my next thought was, "Yuck! Nomad, you'll get diseases from eathing those things!" As if acknowledging that, Nomad spat out a chewed up Templar onto the beach, which was quite disgusting, and terrifying to one of the other Templars who ran for his life down the beach. That was the only Templar with a brain, however, as the others all yelled and came to attack both Nomad and me.

It was about here that Nomad figured out that since he was a dream shark he could swim just fine in the air instead of in the water, so he jumped out of the water and chased Templars around on the beach, grabbing them in his massive jaws and literally biting them in half… other Templars came straight at me and attacked, they got greeted my my Witchblade sword for their troubles. I told one of them that seemed hesitant to attack me to go away and leave Nomad and me alone, we were just trying to have a bit of a fun dream, hadn't been looking for any trouble with the Templars, so just go away! He didn't seem to think that was as good of an idea as I did, however, he attacked me anyway and got my Witchblade sword run through him for his trouble. Well, no one could say I didn't try to get them to just go away. The fighting continued for a while longer until the few remaining Templars finally got the picture and ran away through portals that opened up a short distance down the beach, leaving Nomad and me alone once again.

Nomad turned back to his normal self and asked what that thing with the Templars had been all about. I told him I didn't have a clue, I didn't even know for sure which one of us they had been after or if they might have been after us both or maybe they hadn't really been looking for either of us but just happened to find us… Nomad said they were just being stupid like they always are, so now how about riding the dream wave all the way to the moon? He pointed out to the ocean where the moon was rising over the horizon, the reflection of the moon was very clear in the ocean water. A very beautiful sight. Nomad and I didn't end up riding the wave to the moon, but we did have a nice length of time to enjoy the beach and relax there. The water was great, and we even found ourselves to be in the company of dolphins when we transformed to merpeople and swam a bit farther out into the ocean and farther up the coast. I was thinking that if it hadn't been for the interference of those stupid Templars, this would have been a perfect vacation dream!

Blair and I were at the beach. We were not actually on the beach, but right next to the beach in a city. As we were walking, there was a since of something bad happening in the air. You could just feel it. It also looking very stormy and windy.

So as were walking down the sidewalk next to the street, a loud noise explodes over my head. I could feel the pressure that came from the sound and it knocked me over right there on the street. Another reason it knocked me over because I was scared and I was a tad bit embarrassed that I fell over right on the street.

So I look up in the air to see what was the reason for this loud blast. It was a large plane flying very low. Everyone started to scream and whatnot because the plane was heading right for a building. It was very scary, but as it hit the building, it kinda of just bounced off like a paper airplane! Everything got quite and it almost seemed like no one was surprised by this. Then a second one came, but much smaller. It did the same thing: hit the building and bounced off. No once found this weird except me! So we continued walking.

It was still stormy weather, and we wanted to find something to do. So we walked over to a zoo that was here at the beach. We walked into the front were the ticket office was it was under this big awning were a bunch of que lines were. I walked up and a lady that worked at the zoo was holding some sort of big, brown, slow monkey. I didn't say anything, but overheard here talking to a man that was questioning her. The lady was talking about whether or not the could open up some of the main exhibits because a lot of the animals were scared of the storm.

So we left and continued to walk down the road. There was a little "fold-up" table on the side of the sidewalk in the little grass patch and there were three guys sitting around it. Blair walks up to them and starts talking to them and asking question, but I did not here what she was asking. The guys were laughing and I heard one of them say, "How can you talk to us like that and stick your butt out like that when your boyfriend is right there!" This made me angry so I started walking. A fight between us ensued.

We went home, but for some reason it wasn't a beach house, but rather the house in Rolseville. We went to bed, but in different beds ( I don't know where she slept.) The next morning I woke up, and on the stairs there was a cake. On top of it, it had written, "Happy Birthday Daniel!" Blair had made this for me because she was sorry for what she did. I did not find it weird that is was NOT my birthday, and in fact my birthday is coming in no time soon!

So I was being followed by a giant Tsunami wave. At some points I was on a beach. After going to numerous different places I found myself cowering on a bookcase with my younger brother.

Night of 2/1/09

Walking on Water

I was with Shannon who I work with and we were driving somewhere in a beach area... the biggest thing I remember about this dream is that we had to cross a lake or some body of water and we got out of the car and Shannon just stepped out onto the water and started walking across it. There was a bridge under the water that we couldn't really see, but she knew it was there. I remember having dreams like this before.

Home School

I'm with Andrea and we're walking down a street in like Carytown. It's dark. There's a line of people waiting outside of an ice cream parlor. I see some people I know that I don't talk to anymore and hook arms with Andrea and walk a little faster to get away from the people in line. She pulls away and starts talking to someone else in line. I'm frustrated so I keep walking and make it to a building that I suppose is our apartment. I walk in the door and it's a classroom with desks and people in it. I'm confused so I start yelling and tell everyone to get out because this is my house and what the hell are you people doing in my house?!?!?

No one leaves. They look at me like I'm crazy. Then I see this girl that I knew from elementary school. She's crying and freaking out for some reason, so I go over to her, and she's under a desk. I hold her and kiss her on the head and tell her it's going to be ok. I look over and see Andrea sitting in one of the desks. I give her a look like, "help me!" and then I wake up.

The Amazing Christmas Lights

I was driving down the street leaving my parents' house when I look up and notice there is a tree that's about 400 feet tall with Christmas lights all over it. They're LED lights, not just your normal old school lights. I know this because I drove into the neighborhood and found what street it was on. All down the street there were more trees like that one, just not as large. I must have gotten out of the car somewhere along the way because the next thing I know I'm in someone's backyard on their deck overlooking a lake sitting in a chair talking to them telling them about the lights. Then I look up in the sky and there is a beautiful fireworks display. I told the people I was with to look out on the lake to see the reflection of all the fireworks.

The Lucid Beach

I was at the beach looking out into the ocean. There were people there in the water and I see sharks coming. I thought to myself that's unsafe. So I changed the sharks into dolphins. The waves were crashing and the dolphins were jumping in and out of the waves. I raised my hands above my head and the waves grew really tall! I put my hands down and it wasn't like my other beach dreams where they get out of control when they crash. They just kind of shrank back down to normal. I raised my arms again with emphasis this time and the wave grew as high as the sun was up in the sky. I put my arms back down and the waves went back down again. That's when it hit me... I'm making this happen... I'm dreaming this!!

So I thought of everything I had read on DV and tried to stay calm. The first thing I did was rub my hands together. I could actually feel myself rubbing my hands together. It was bizarre. Such a different feeling than anything I had dreamed before. I had never felt something like that. I looked around and I was still on the beach, it looked a little bit more stable and a bit more clear. I really felt like I was standing on the beach. I wanted it to feel even more real, so I said, "Clarity now!!" Never before in a dream had I felt and heard myself say something. I just kind of felt dialogue, but this felt like I was awake hearing myself say something. But, it didn't make anything that much more clear. I think I was too excited about how it felt to be lucid. I remembered one more thing I wanted to do. I tried to spin. I closed my eyes and thought not about being somewhere else particularly, but just not being on the beach anymore. The first thing I came up with was kind of a construction site, but I didn't want to be there, so I tried to spin again and I ended up back at the beach. It was then that I lost lucidity. I think I was either too excited that it was actually working or frustrated that I ended up back at the beach. I probably should have just stayed there anyway. I can't wait to try again!!

I just remembered.... I felt at some point like I had woken up and Andrea came into the bedroom from the living room where she said she was looking up recipes. I was sleeping at the bottom of the bed instead of at the top. When I actually woke up I asked her if I said anything in my sleep and she said she didn't hear anything and I was never at the bottom of the bed. I wonder if that's a false awakening. I'm going to read about that now.

[Dream 1 (lucid): Hotel Room]

Woke up in a hotel room with my mother.
There was a digital clock on the night-stand, didn't bother to look at the time.
Put on my wristwatch and immediately noticed that the upper hour markings (10, 11, 12, 1, 2) were missing. Reached lucidity at this point (DILD). Panicked and ran to the bathroom. I remember rising quickly up through the ceiling and the dream ended.

[Dream 2a (non-lucid): Unknown House (exterior, night); Unknown House (interior, day)]

Was at someone's house, there were two girls who I didn't know having dinner by a ledge overlooking the city (LA?). Went to sit down with them but somehow ended up in the interior of a house with a few of my friends. I was tired so I lied down on a couch and went to take a nap with the intent to have lucid dream.

[Dream 2b (lucid): Unknown House (interior, day); Elevator; Courtyard (exterior, day)]

Woke up on the same couch as in Dream 2a. My friends A.L. and S.V. woke me up to play SSFIV. I went to play but got frustrated when we booted up the game and it was some unknown, old version of the game that I didn't know how to play. I checked the video game box and it was the correct game, but every time we booted the system, it would play a strange unknown version of the game with inferior graphics. I started to take note of this as something unusual, but did not think anything of it.

We stopped playing and stepped out into an old elevator with manual doors. I checked my watch for the time, the top markings were missing again - came to the realization that I was lucid (DILD). I remembered everything I had read on the forums about LDs and RCs. I remember someone mentioned that you can check if you are really in a dream by trying to go through a wall. As soon as I exited the elevator, I threw myself at a wall and hit my shoulder - it hurt!

I walked out into the courtyard that had a few people in it. It was sunny and there were a few benches around those square gardens in the middle of a path. At this point, I remembered another theory about LD that I had read on the forums. Someone suggested that you could imagine that there was a pill in your pocket. You could assign this pill to do anything you want, and it would happen. I reached into my pocket and there was a liquid capsule (like a fish oil pill), except it was bent and soft from the heat in my pocket. I came up with the idea that this pill would make my dream more vivid and that it would last for a few more hours. I took the pill with no water and I had a hard time getting it down as it almost stopped in my throat. After I swallowed it, nothing changed. I looked around at some people's faces, there was an Asian woman talking to a blonde woman sitting on a bench. They looked my way and the dream faded.

[Dream 3 (non-lucid): Beach in Rio (exterior, dusk)]

Was in an unpopulated beach. For some reason, someone wanted me to gather oil samples from the nearby oil rigs. I swam out into the water with a towel to grab a sample from a nearby rig. The rig turned out to be very small when I got close to it, maybe the size of a car. There was an Asian man on top of it, I talked to him but don't remember what about. I was yanked out of the dream because of a vacuum IWL.

Now the world is gone, I'm just one...

I wake up in my bed. I am naked, I wonder at the fact that it's already time for me to awaken, since it feels as though I've only just fallen asleep. I'm about to leave my room, but on the way out I lean against the wall near my door, pressing my forehead against it. 'How can I know whether I'm dreaming, or awake? It's all the same... How can I know any of this is even real... Keep sleeping to dream, because I hate my life, hoping I'll come out of it better, with some shred of something I can use, something to inspire, to move, to find an answer, an escape. But sleep just seems to install new bars into this cell. How can I even know I'm not dreaming right now.'

For the fuck of it, I flip the light switch just beneath my head on and off. Nothing happens. I look at the ceiling, the walls. Everything is here. The mask hanging from my door, the books, the silvery rays coming in through the window. I realize I'm not awake, but still asleep. I reflect for a few moments on how detailed and vivid everything is, how 'real' it is, nothing missing. Realizing this doesn't make me happy or excite me, but instead fills me with a feeling of isolation. The walls no longer real, just pictures of walls, the idea that beyond them, isn't a real city, no apartment, no livingroom, no father... Beyond these walls there isn't a home, because these walls aren't real. They're just my memory of them. And what of the real walls? Those don't build a home, either. I'm upset by the lack of comfort, familiarity, of reality, since this 'room' is just a 'ruse'. My malaise deepens as I reflect on how, 'the real thing', isn't actually any better. What was I expecting?

An anatomically correct digital rendering of someone's face, speaking, crying... The 'realness' of it isn't moving, but disturbing, soul-less. It looks so real, it's 'correct', but it isn't. It isn't comforting. It's unnerving, you become suspect of something so... Accurate, but, lifeless. A doll.

I pull on a pair of jeans and start to slide my belt through the loops. I stop partway through fastening the belt, realizing the pointlessness of getting dressed in a world that consists of only me. I think, I don't want to know what's outside of these walls. And I don't have to, I can leave another way. I open the window and remember how I'd been thinking about jumping out of it. Well, now I can. I remember how much I think about punching it until it breaks, when I'm mad. I slide the window as far open as it'll go, but it refuses to open far enough to let me jump out of it, it jams.

So I punch the window. It doesn't give. 'This is MY DREAM, and you BREAK.' I put my fist through it, it shatters, shredding my knuckles open and raking the flesh off my arm as it goes through. My arm is 'reforming' as quickly as it's being torn apart, as I need to thrust several times to knock out all of the leftover shards. Knots of scartissue creep up my arms like ribbons, replacing the gashes. I rip the frame out of the window and toss it behind me.

For a moment I question whether I'm really dreaming, or just having delusions of grandeur before I jump out of a window and kill myself. 'I'm going to fly,' and I close my eyes and rocket out of the window, or so I think. Turns out I actually just jumped REALLY HIGH. I float back down onto a building lined up right beneath my window. Looks like a warehouse. I am alone. I consider making someone to travel alongside me, consider summoning a DC. I start forming one, particles aligning in the air. I delete it before it materializes completely. There's no point. She's hollow. A shell. Like building a robot of a woman. I can't bring myself to do it. I have to just move forward and hope there's something at the end, hope I'll find someone, find somewhere.

The fastest way to the other side of the warehouse is 'through', so I slide the door open and go in. Inside is a 'panic room', the walls made of steel. I hear the door behind me bolt shut. It's silent, just like outside. Nothing, no one, is in here. I shake my head and laugh, egging on my subconscious. 'I can't be kept in here. Is this supposed to make me afraid?' I go to the far wall and sock it. It leaves a huge dent, but no opening. I take my finger and use it as a laser cutter, slicing out portions of the wall until I have a square opening big enough to step through.

It opens up into a roof top. It's a beautiful day. The sun is out. Everything is clean. Deserted. I look down onto the empty streets below. I snap my fingers and people appear. Down below, their cellphones go off, chewing gum, laughing, signing each other, driving, eating, biking, unknowing. I want to believe they're real, that I can save them, have a meaningful interaction with one if I just greet with selective blindness, be the king of ants. But I can't swallow it. I snap my fingers again and they disappear.

I have to keep moving... Find something, anything, other than this horrible quiet, or the alternative- synthetic companionship. I jump from roof top to roof top, on and on for miles... The buildings slowly become more and more decayed, crumbling, wisteria growing through the old concrete and splitting it. I reach the last rooftop. I've reached the 'end'.

It's a white sand beach, with colorful shells scattered about, and then the ocean, all around. This is the land's end, the very end, and there is nothing else. I look around for someone else, some sign of life, evil, good- either, something other than just.... This. I can't stand how beautiful it is, the perfect waves, the flawless sand and sun, but my heart drained of all enthusiasm. The 'perfect day', unthinking, fills me with agony and isolation. I drop to my knees and thrust my hands out in frustration, reel back and start to scream at the sky. I want to eject this pain, vomit all of it out, be capable of feeling something besides 'empty', 'broken'.

My scream starts out as a human scream, faintly echoing back to me through the hollow corridors of the buildings behind me. I keep screaming, and the scream grows into an otherworldly roar, screeching into the perfect blue. The scream develops earthquakes, the sea shoots up around me in spikes of black water, jutting into the sky, which grows dark, and the wind begins to howl. The clouds and the waves, claw at each other, meeting in the air. Lightning snaps all around, dead sea creatures rise, cooked, to the surface. Cyclones form, hurling debris around me. The tide creeps up and fills all of the sea caves, swallows the buildings, swelling higher and higher, engulfing the land, then, crushing it in a fist of water and black ice. The sky has opened up into the sea, reaching into it, an enormous gaping maw.

I get a view of myself from within the mouth of the sky. A tight cylinder around my body upward, is the only space that is dry, a beacon of sand and light in the havoc. I'm on my knees, still screaming, long hair coiling and snapping like snakes around my head. The rest of me is frozen, fingers curled in agony and frustration, as the scream just rolls on and on out of my body. I'm trying to eject everything, purge it, but it just keeps going. I keep screaming hard and harder, waiting to 'run out' of pain, run out of the need to scream, but the pain doesn't go away. I'm trying to 'let out' something that's endless. The world is destroyed, but the pain goes on, never emptying. The cup continues to fountain and overflow.

This is pointless. I stop. The sky reforms, the tide sucks back into the sea, the sand dries, the buildings reappear, the sun peers back through the clouds. There isn't any trace of what just happened, anywhere in sight. No sight of the pain. It's hidden again. Perfect again. Quiet. It feels the same. I lay on my back in the sand, motionless, wishing my life, my dream, would make up its mind. Please start, or just be over with. This isn't living, and this isn't dreaming. It's over. It fades to black.

I don't remember much about this dream, just that I was at the beach (not the actual beach, but a town at the beach.) I remember Blair had made me very angry because we had had plans for that day, but she had left to hang out with other friends. So, I smoked. I don't actually remember the action of smoking, just realizing that I was very high. After this, I remember "half-way" waking up. I was asleep, but I could feel my body. I started feeling this way when the part of the dream that I was high. I believe this was sleep paralysis that was giving me the "high" feeling. I was half way awake, and I could feel my sleep paralysis, therefore giving me that high feeling.

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I wake in the same position I fell asleep: opposite the way I normally sleep, this time with my feet facing the door. I perform a reality check while laying down, confirming I am dreaming. I attempt to sit up but have trouble. I notice a faint bluish glow come from a drawer near my feet. From it, a man appears.

He helps me stand while lucid for the first time in a while by teleporting me off the couch in my current position, as if the couch is what has been holding me back. I look at him, pondering his significant to the dream, and ask if he is willing in able to assist me in my lucid dreaming efforts. He nods very slightly and turns and walks through the door of my room which promptly shuts behind him as I begin to follow his footsteps.

The dream fades to black and I awake in a semi-lucid state on a beach where the sun is setting. I am carrying two surfboards and walking next to a beautiful woman who I understand to be a long-time girlfriend. We are sitting, but decide to stand up and walk down the beach where we find a more suitable spot. I lean in to give my lover a kiss but become paralyzed, waking almost immediately.

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20.06.2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream has two distinct parts, but they are definitely related through their themes.
In the first part, I am one of the inhabitants of two islands. The two islands are pretty small, but high, maybe of volcanic origin. They're pretty preserved, as far as I can see, there aren't many tracesof human settlement.
Deep on the sea bed, there is a tunnel joining the two islands. The tunnel room closest to West Island is room 2400, the room closest to East Island is room 2100. The workers of the tunnel have decided to go on a strike that day. I work in the tunnel too and I wonder if I should work that day or not.

There are several children living on both islands, but mainly East Island. A baby is born or has been left on a beach to the north-east of West Island, and a child from East Island comes to pick it up in a little boat. But since he doesn't want to be seen by any of the adults (maybe because they would take the baby), he asks a teen girl to come with him. This teen girl has an identical tween who has a young child, so if they're caught, they can always claim that she is the twin and that it is her child.


Part two
The children have all been forced to flee to a beach on the south side of East Island. They all live on the beach, which is closed off the rest of the island by foredunes and cliffs. They've built shelters out of driftwood and seem to have settled quite some time ago.
I then realize that it is silly that they should be locked off the rest of the island just by a dune, so I decide to fly over it (metaphorically, since I'm not bodily present in the dream) to see the other side of the dune.
I can see that there's a sort of desert with a few trees and bushes sprouting here and there, and a little pond near the beach. I assume that's were the stranded kids get their drinkable water.
A caravan is coming. Some of the men are wearing bedouin clothes while others are dressed like Westerners.
I then decide to embody an adult man. I talk with the head of the caravan. He tells me about the two Westerners, one at the beginning of the caravan, one at the end. The one in front is sick, while the one in the back has a broken arm which needs to be put back together.
I nominate myself doctor of the stranded children and decide to help the two men while the kids deal with the caravan. I hear the leader of the kids tell the leader of the caravan "Welcome to Thoninnio", so I gather that's the name of the settlement.
The first man is in his late thirties and has short, light hair with blue eyes. He looks very kind and, while I auscult him, tells me that he broke the other guy's arm. They were previously lovers but they had a row about the children of one of them (I think his, but I am not sure) and in the row he seized the other's arm and accidentally broke it. He wishes he could help but his ex won't let him near him. I'm a bit disappointed because he was so hot and kind, I would have liked to hook up, but too bad!
I ask if there's anything I can do to help them reconcile, but he explains apologetically that he went too far in the row and that he deserves what he got, and there's probably no way to fix things between them.
I then move to take care of the second guy. He's younger, late twenties or early thirties, with jaw-length hair, and looks vere bitter. He doesn't want to chat, so I just pull his arm and snap the bone back into place.
And then I woke up and quickly found a trick to remember the name of the settlement before going back to sleep.