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I was being shot at. The bullets seemed to go in slow motion, but my own movements were slowed as well. I managed to dodge the first one. I tried to avoid the second and third ones, but quickly noticed it wasn't going to happen. The bullets hit me right in the face (not the head). Next thing I saw, was Claire mourning me. My view was in third person.

In a group of people, we are all taken prisoner. Our captors try to get me to give out information to help them capture and kill more people, but I refuse. They threaten to kill me if I don't tell them. I think that's a good reason to die. I get pushed down to the ground, and they threaten me again. I close my eyes and go to my happy place. I hear machine gun fire, and feel bullets ripping through my flesh. My shoulders, arms, legs and torso are all hit repeatedly, and I can tell the bullets pass right through me. I'm in shock. I can't open my eyes. I don't want to open my eyes. My visual awareness starts to swirl together and then get all whispy. Although my eyes are closed, even the glittering blackness begins to fade. Then I see horrible faces all around, like dark gray demons scowling and growling at me with menacing faces. I don't feel that I have a body anymore, just a consciousness. I generate my best mind of Love for all the demons, but it's pretty clear that regardless of what I do, I'm going to a very bad place right now. I pray for help, confident that no matter how late, there's always help to be had if I'm open to it and want it. The demons fade into a dark gray for a bit and then come back. This definitely feels like dying. It also feels like I'm going to hell or something like that, but I'm not terrified. I'm a little bummed out because I don't think I'll like it, but I think it's worth it to help everyone. With what seems like my last moment of this stream of consciousness, I sincerely pray for everyone to attain enlightenment. Suddenly it all seems hilarious. I get a few brief visions of Vajrayogini smiling at me. Then I wake up.

Captured by terrorists, I am forced into slave labor. My job is to clean used bullets that have been reloaded, and then crimp the casing onto the bullet so they stay together. Many of them have a lot of dirt all over, so I submerge them in a bucket of water as I wipe them with my thumb to clean it all off.

All sizes of bullets are given to me in a big tub. Tiny little hand gun bullets, rifle bullets, and huge machine gun bullets. I grab one that appears to be all ready, with no possible crimping to do to it. I worry that if I try to crimp it, it will explode and injure me. I look at it, and hold it with my crimping tool, not sure what to do just yet.

A woman sees this happening, and comes over to me. She seems to be uninvolved with any of the terrorist activity, and tells me that one is fine, and to set it aside and go to the next one. I do, along with whatever other bullets also appear to be fine like that one. Then I grab a weird one, with four prongs protruding from the tip of it. I bring it to the attention of the captive next to me, and we both comment on how strange this one is. I ask him, "Do you think it's so that if they miss, but it's still close, one of the prongs will still get you?" as I demonstrate a slow motion bullet fly by with it.

Suddenly, a big projector screen is dropped open in front of us and all the lights are immediately turned off. In just shades of red and black, a training video is shown to us, where we are supposed to shoot at any people we see on the screen. As I watch, there is no one there I think we should shoot at, so I don't do anything as the video progresses from images of one family to another.

23rd of December 2013 (1)

This is only a dream fragment.

It started somewhere at a beach. There was the water on the one side and huge cliffs around on the other sides.

For some reason I was fighting my friend Ashe with a sniper rifle. We both tried to kill each other.

However we never hit each other except once, when I hit her knee with a yellow soft-air bullet, but it seemed to have no effect on her. I didn't have enough real bullets, so I sometimes put soft-air bullets into my rifle.

There were other friends and family members around, but they didn't do anything to help me except once, when someone threw some real sniper rifle bullets on the sand. I had to pick them them up.

Ashe had a different weapon, which was much smaller.
When I used all the real bullets, I had only soft air bullets left. I realized I had to get ammunition.
Me and another friend went to my father's car and drove to a store.



23rd of December 2013 (2)

This is only a dream fragment.

I was somewhere in France and wanted to go to London with a friend. We were looking for a nice house to rent there. We wanted to go there by car, but after a few kilometers we ended up somewhere in the hinterland. There were fields with wheat around, but no road to London.

The next thing I remember is when we were in London and could see the houses of parliament next to a dirty river. We were on the other river bank. We finally found a house we could rent. It was huge. It was really close to the city and there was enough space for both of us.
My friend didn't like it, because she said it was too close to the city and there was no green around it.
When we got into the backyard she changed her mind because right behind the house there were fields and woods.

This is unfortunately when the dream ended.

I'm walking through a hallway with elevators, and I think I might be dreaming. So I look at my hands (my standard reality check) and I see that I am. I just remembered I had a dream goal to fight like Neo (Matrix) and that this would be a great time to do so. I fought some Agen Smith clones, coming from the elevators, like in the later movies and it was a lot of fun. I also dodged bullets. Then I got a false awakening during 'sleep walking' while staying over at a friend's house, in a big room with large windows. I find it rather emberrasing that I have been sleep walking, especially since the entire town was able to see me through the large windows. I might have become lucid again at some point, but my recall isn't very good. My control was very, very bad during tonights lucid dreams, though.

Non-Drean/Comments Dream Lucid

03.04.2011

- I am on a balcony. It's railing is actually made of stone, really solid and very wide. I believe someone can actually lay on it. I just stand on it! I become lucid. No dizziness. It's like the dream became 100% stable and lucid at once. There is another building on the other side. Like opposing skyscrapers, with a wide road in between. A friend of mine is next to me, on another "railing".
"Hey! I want to jump to the other building, but I am scarer, though I know this is a dream!"
"Come on, you know it's a dream, don't be afraid!"
"You are right, I don't know why..."
"BUT I AM SCARED!!!"
He was ready to jump too. The dream faded, before we jumped...

- I am at a place with a weird metal construction, under which there are many paintball bullets. At that point my mother comes in my room and wakes me up. She asks me where I put a dvd she asked me to make.
"There... in the corner.... under the bullets..."
As I was saying that I was streching my hand under my bed, trying to reach something lol
"under the wedding rings?" (in greek the "wedding rings" and "bullets", sound pretty close)
"Nooooo.... the bulleeeeets...."
At that point I realised what was going on, and started laughing and so did my mother... She left and I went back to sleep...

27.09.2011

Friend's shooting (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was with some friends, but for some reason, we were shooting to each other. I did not have a gun, but all my friends did. As I ran to one of my friends, he shot me a couple of times in my chest, but it did not hurt. He pointed at my forehead, but I was able to collect his gun.

None of my friends died, although we all had bullets inside our bodies. I in fact removed two bullets from my own. I could see the hole in my skin, left by the bullet, but no blood.