This is the first entry in my dream journal. It's extremely incomplete, since I already forgot almost everything. I remember being on a bus back home, hearing music through a crappy mp4 player, I gave my younger brother for Christmas, and being annoyed by it. (I'm very demanding with sound quality). This bus is familiar to me since it's the only one that passes in my home location. Before I had a car I caught that Bus for almost 10 years to go from school to home. The thing is that the Bus is totally different because it looks like a tourism one, and not the public transportation kind. I remember I recognized some people from my personal life and talked to them, but I can't remember what. Suddenly the Bus stopped and the driver said there was a huge fire in a mountain range near me therefore he turned the bus to another road I didn't knew. In a moment we were in a highway I didn't recognized, and the Bus stopped near a huge steep hill made of sand and moss(weird). It last like 80º steep and I was really scared because it had an height of about 50 meters. At this time I remember the group changed. Now they were friends of mine from the time I used to be in Scouts. Some were really scared but we started to climb. I reached the middle of the hill and slipped, falling to the ground hurting myself. I decided I wanted to outline the hill instead of climbing it, so I started walking for a while. Some time after, I noticed I was in front of a poor, old village that I recognized from a previous dream, but didn't found that odd. Curiously a spotlight appeared pointing at me and I started to run so they couldn't detect me. It last very prison like. I believe this happened because I usually do some trek trips and sleep in protected places. In those trips we always try do stay away from forest guards. Very strangely I went back to the base of the hill running away from that spotlight, canguru style. It was really weird. And then my mother woke me up... As I said previously, this is my first dream entry. I decided to start writing here thanks to a wonderful movie called The Waking Life that really influenced me.
Moving in with my supervisor: I have just arrived at my supervisor's house, where I for some reason am going to live with him and his daughter for some time. His daughter looks different than IRL and in some ways my supervisor does to. He even behaves a bit differently and less distinguished. Their house is rather big and so are all of the rooms. However, those rooms do not look very cosy and homelike but have white walls and stuff such as boxes and wires in them, but not much normal furniture. One of the rooms looks a lot like the part of a store where the counters are. There were several counters in this room which looked very similar to those in a grocery store. However, in these "counters" you instead did the dishes. I saw my supervisor do this several times during the dream. He even wore a white and green checked apron. After having watched him do the dishes several times he asked me if I could do this sometime too and I replied that I would. After all, if I was supposed to live there I felt that it was natural for me to help with stuff like that. Several times during the rest of the dream I thought that I would do some dishing, but I was always distracted by something and started to feel guilty for never taking care of it. Later, my supervisor returns home from something and has apparently been through something really tough which you can perhaps compare to a divorce or a loss of something very important. He seems extremely depressed and appears to have been devastated. After a while, I carefully ask him if it is perhaps better if I move out again, since this is maybe a bad time for me to stay here. However, he says "no, no" and seems relieved to have me there. He is happy that I am there and wants me to stay, apparently especially because of what has just happened. A while earlier I had seen him cut his hair without even looking into a mirror, and I know that he is too proud of his hair to just cut it like that. I had asked him if he did it because of what happened, but he only replied that he just felt that it was time to cut it. Even later in the dream, he has invited a bunch of guests to the house. I do not really meet any of them and do not see any of them cleary, but I can feel that they are there and can see movement and hear things from them. I feel that I do not really know how to behave and therefore move away into an empty room, looking for a bathroom. I start to wonder if they even have a shower around here. I am starting to feel a bit worried that I will never find a shower there and start smelling in a few days. I open several white doors without any success. Finally I find a stairway, which I follow. Apparenly it leads up to the roof. I now stand on the roof, which consists of red tiles. There, in the middle stands a toilet. I find it weird to place a toilet up here and start wondering if anyone would see me if I used it now. I look around and notice that I am really high above the ground. I see the lawn a long way below and the daughter playing there. It is a clear and sunny day. I now realize that this is both a toilet and a shower. To take a shower you sit on the toilet and pull a rope hanging from above in order to make water pour down on you. I thought that this was not very practical, since you could not move around very much up here. I now also noticed thin, almost fully transparent curtains to pull around me. I got annoyed, because people would see me through them. Besides, the wind was blowing them apart all the time... Fragments: * I remember that it was a long time since I sent an e-mail to my old friend P, who I apparently had used to exchange mails with a lot when I had been younger. I write him an e-mail now and tell him about my life nowadays and so on. When I have sent it I can see that it had been sent to another address as well. Then I remember that when P had been smaller, his mom always wanted to read all the e-mails he received. I had now written to the same address, which was apparently still connected to his mom's. This meant that she would also be able to read what I had just written and I did not really like this. * I am on the bus with my friend A. I am sitting and he is standing, holding on to a pole. He tells me that he has been married once, a few years ago, and seems to be serious. I become shocked (he is only nineteen and does not seem like the type...) and ask him several times if it is really true. He keeps responding "yes" in a voice which is still serious. Then he adds, apparently to try and make me understand: "Yes, in a story I have written about myself". I then angrily exclaim that what he writes about himself in his stories is not true and that he cannot lie like this. However, he does not understand what I mean and seems to think that everything that he has written about himself becomes true...
Towards the end of my sleep, I kept getting plonked right in the middle of annoying situations. The second last one was at my primary school and I was still doing work experience. Our class had to get on a bus for an excursion, but the class was split into 3 and one of the groups thought I was an actual teacher and just got on the bus. I got on too, and the bus drove off. I was trying to decide whether I should have waited for the teacher, because I could get into serious trouble. I eventually decided to tell the bus driver to stop, but a teacher randomly appeared on the bus and said "It's okay, I'm a teacher." I sat back down and some kids were talking about Gold Class cinemas. I said "You can put your seat all the way back in Gold Class." __________________________________ Immediately my dream cut to me sitting in a Gold Class cinema, but I had come with nobody. So, rather than waste the $50 on seeing the movie with no one else, I decided to go back out and get a ticket refund before half an hour into the movie. The beginning of the movie had the Columbia logo where there is a lady holding a torch. As I was walking towards the door, I thought "Why do I keep ending up right in the middle of situations? I must be dreaming." Unlike the other lucid moments I've had, this realisation came on slowly, so I didn't wake up. All I did, because I was so happy, is rub my hands. It felt so real, but this time I knew it was still just a dream. I proceeded to walk outside the cinema, rubbing my hands the whole time, as I was just about to change the scene... Someone turned on the shower in the room next to me, waking me up.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG 21:45 GMT Not yet quite dreaming, but thinking (as I sleep) about the NATO summit and Obama and meditation (?) Whatever. 23:00 GMT Spy games I’m at the train station just outside an airport, watching, as some cool guy with a guitar case is coming up some escalators. On top of the escalators is another guy who seems to be waiting for him. They spot each other and the guitar guy tries to go back, pushing everybody who’s on his way. He is kind of spy, but I feel he is actually doing a very heroic work and is not the villain. But this other guy is government and for all they know, this guy’s a spy and a bad one. They chase each other and the guitar boy manages to reach the train platform. The chaser starts shooting, thinks get ugly and some guy tries to play the hero by trying to jump over the guitar boy, but misses and ends up falling on the train tracks. This causes a lot more chaos and the guitar boy manages to escape. I watched all this and I watch the boy moving away by getting on a train and jumping from it a bit further. I am hovering somewhere above all these scenes and my mom is by my side and we discuss calmly how people not knowing the intents of each other, end up hurting each other and creating mayhem. Being a nag at the canteen I arrive at a canteen where I’m going to have lunch with some girl friends. I think mom is also still around. The soup plates are filled with soup, but instead of being side by side on the counter, they are stacked over each other. I say “Gross!” but take one and get all dirty with soup on my hands and soup dripping all over. The main dish is tofu with rice and potatoes. They also have omelette sandwich as alternative and I take one. The line is taking a lot of time to move and when finally it is my time to hand over my lunch ticket I conclude maybe I will take the dish, because it’s included in the price anyway – so I go back and try to fill a plate, but then it breaks in half. I finally get my food and to hand over my ticket, but then I can’t find my wallet – I had left it on the counter back in the beginning of the line. Once again I have to quit my place and go fetch for it. People are really getting annoyed at me. TV show Then I’m sitting on the floor with my back against a couch where my mom is sitting. We’re watching TV as we eat and there’s a new talk show, which is in fact not new but an old one, from the 60s or so. It’s about informal conversations with famous people. They also sit on a living room and in this case this actress is sitting on some pillows on the floor while responding to the questions from the host sitting on the couch. The topic they are discussing is New Age. The actress is explaining how her “religion” is not yet well accepted, especially in the USA, but she believes it will in the future. I’m a bit bored and my mom hands me some pieces she said she bought so I can fix the cat water fountain. OK, cool, I’ll be right on it! 2:20 GMT Princess on a fairy tale I need to descend into a sort of deep and large well, to save my mom. But inside this well lives a monster. He kidnapped my mom so he could lure me into the well. He wants me as his companion, for endless times. I am trying to go down without him noticing me, but it’s basically impossible and he captures me. He is a strange ugly creature which scares the hell out of me at first contact, but after a while, I start sympathising with him. He just feels lonely. But then I discover there’s a whole new story behind, with intrigues involving two royal families. So, I am the princess of one kingdom and there’s a princess of another kingdom. And the monster originally captured this other princess, but her family made an agreement with the monster and so they kidnapped my mom and offered me in exchange. Then my own family comes in my rescue and the two kingdoms start fighting. But I can’t stand all this violence and hatred and meanwhile I’m sort of friend with the monster and bring him along with me to stop this nonsense. A crazy guy from the other kingdom freaks out, thinks I’m nuts for bringing the monster along and wants to shoot me. He is pointing a gun at me and I try to defend myself – only thing I find around is a stapler, so I shoot staples into his groins and he howls in pain. When everybody calms down and we’re quietly sitting under some trees after the war is over, just admiring the sunset, one of my friends or sisters says “Look, I can see fairies.” I tell her it’s not fairies, just some moths translucent and shiny because of the sunset light hitting them. And at first that’s in fact all I see, but then... “I can see them to!!!” Little orbs of light are floating around us and they become more and more numerous until they fill the entire space. I feel bliss emanating from these creatures of light and they heal our wounds. 3:45 GMT Lost on my way home I’m the town right after my home village and I head to a bus to get home. I hop in to ask the driver if he is going that way, but he closes the door and drives away before even replying to me. “No” he says, he goes to the opposite direction. He then tells me I can get out in the next town and come back to get the right bus. Nice, thanks... But then maybe he realises he was uncool, so once we arrive at next town, he comes outside with me and walks me by some road to explain where I should go to get back. He is actually flirting with me and says he is so sorry. I say “No, I am sorry for causing so much trouble!” (really?) Then I see that a 19-year old girl and a month-old baby are following us and people come out of the bus screaming thinking that we were kidnapping them. Crazy people. So I just keep going and encounter a small village on top of a hill, with really cute white houses and an amazing view over the river, which never looked so good to me. I see a harbour and people bathing in the river, on the base of the hill. The sun is shining an I feel so attracted to the water that I consider bathing just after taking a photo or two of this place. But then some guy appears and he is cranky for some reason and distracts me from that intent. Instead I go up some street and get engulfed by a sea of people crammed into some alley. Trapped Then I encounter my aunts’ house and stay there for a while. Their house is gigantic, rich and fabulous, but maybe with too many “bibelots” and souvenirs from their travels. Shelves and shelves of stuff. My friend Zilla is also there. For some reason at some point I want to go away, but I don’t find any door and each window I cross just leads to another room. I’m getting a trapped feeling and my friend Zilla is following me around, asking me why I want to leave. The urgency to leave goes up and I find a toilet with two windows leading outside. I try to open the first, but it’s jammed, so I go to the second just to find a huge, scary spider on an enormous spider web blocking the window. If it was an ordinary spider it wouldn’t stop me, but it was huge, and fleshy and looked really dangerous, so I gave up, or at least went to look for something to take it out of the way. This was on a basement, so I decide to go upstairs but the spiral stairs going up are now a spiral of a continuous sand bag that we had to climb up. It left me tired but didn’t stop me. Then on top floor I see one of these shelves with a beautiful Buddha on it and because I stop to admire it, my friend Zilla then lures me to stay by saying there’s a whole section of Buddhist souvenirs my aunts have in a room. I go to see it and it works, because I no longer think about leaving the place. Later on I wake up in a bed and my BF is just by my side, writing in the dark on some notebook. When I look at the window, there’s a very dim light coming in and I think I see the Italian Tower of Pizza just passing by. How can that be? Then I see Godzilla, a T-Rex and a Triceratops passing in front of the window, but they have this look of a 50’s sci-fi movie. I shake my BF “Did you see that? What is that?” He laughs and says it’s just a movie. Either the window is a screen or outside the window a movie is being projected on a wall. Either way, I cool down. I get up and I see a model of the Kyoto Pagoda on the bed-side table. My BF says it is nice and then I see a button and some monk figurine on the base moves and the whole thing starts making a sound, like chimes. We find it kitsch to say the least. Then my aunts appear on the other side of the hallway to this room and I have no clue what they want from us. 5:10 GMT Demo I’m walking on the city with mom and BF. We enter some fashionable clothes but we notice a big movement outside and we remember it’s the anti-NATO demonstrations. We decide to join it or at least check if everything is calm and safe. It doesn’t look so calm. As we go downhill, we see lots of police and they seem to be taking position for something. We follow a group of activist but keep a safe distance and are ready to come back if things get ugly. 6:30 GMT A kitty accused of treason Then I’m walking the sidewalk from my old school in my home village, when I see a group of kids calling for someone. I instinctively know they are looking for a kitty. I spot the kitty on top of a brick wall and I fly over there. I also feel they might not have good intentions, so when I see the kitty about to jump to meet them, I grab her. They then see me and ask me to let her go, but I ask them back what do they want from the kitty. They say she is their friend. I insist. They also insist she is their friend. “And...?” And then they say “But she is a traitor!”. I remind them it is just a tiny kitty, but they are seriously mad at tell me I don’t know her. Ooookayyy....! Cousin Then I enter a house with my BF and we head to a room on a mission to make a baby. But the room is geminated and there’s another couple in the second room. It’s my cousin Sara with her BF, who is a Eastern European guy who is in bed with his laptop. I have a short conversation with my cousin and smile that she’s so growned up. She is a bit upset that the guy won’t put down the computer and I offer to help him out, so maybe he gets it done faster – he is with some software problem. But my BF (I think) tries to discourage me and in the end just drags me out of this room. But when arriving at our room, it’s now a dining room and lots of family is there having some meal. We sit down and I remember passing on something. 8:00 GMT
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG So I have decided to just post the more intesresting nights. I just have so many notes on my paper DJ and have no time to type them all to post on DV. It's a pity, because many potential shared dreams are left out, but it's just impossible for me to keep up... 23:30 GMT Fighting a sinister character The feeling I have is that I’m aware I’m dreaming and I’m experimenting something with the dream and with the DCs, but I don’t remember being lucid. I remember from the point in which I’m in a very dark room with a very gloomy DC. I’m not afraid, because I have this underlying feeling it is a dream and because it has something to do with freeing other from the illusion that he can hurt them. We’re maybe measuring forces, but he wins, because all of a sudden he manages to kidnap all other DCs (I think they were dreamers) and lock them inside some sort of pitch dark dungeon. I’m left outside on some dark corridors and I can feel their presence behind a thick and humid stone wall. I can’t cross this wall, but I find a spot where I can send a rope through it in the hope people will grab it and use it to escape out. But it doesn’t work and at some point even that week spot (kind of portal) closes in and they are totally isolated. But I don’t give up. I climb the wall and near the ceiling I find it is a kind of false ceiling and I can enter it and crawl over this room where they are imprisoned. For a moment everything shakes violently but the place holds on. I find some entrance point, just by some big lamp hanging from the ceiling. Using again the rope, I go down and I find in there my parents, grandparents and some kids with their own families. My grandpa is proud of me, but when I say up is the only exit, he gets disappointed. Then the bad guy comes in and we fight and there’s some nonsensical scene with toy choppers and dinosaurs. I think he wins, because then he controls where we go next and he takes us all by car to my home village. There’s some sort of happening there, very public and he intends to humiliate me. There’s a group of kids dressed in a funny way singing some strange song about fruits –their group name is something like applepearnutsandgingerbread – and the guy tells me my job is to go join them and sing along. I say no way, but I’m not really feeling mortally embarrassed, I just find it stupid. But I go and I kind of sabotage the whole thing for not being so upset – it was meant to crush me, but I actually find it embarrassing-funny. And all of a sudden thousands of people appear out of nowhere and invade the village with banners and posters and they disrupt the whole thing. The bad guy disappears and me and my family take refuge in a building just on top of a staircase in front of us – like the town hall or something. 2:00 GMT Gibberish, gibberish and Buddha’s blessings I’m in Australia or New Zealand or even the Cayman Islands... I don't know, but people speak English. And I find my ex-friend Vera. We talk briefly about what we’ve doing with our lives and then we take a bus to go home together. Our home town is suddenly just a bus ride away from this remote place we were visiting. When we arrive there, there’s a tornado ripping it a part, which hits the bus very briefly. People are in panic and I open the bus door and tell everybody to get out. I run to the door of my mom’s building. When I get there I look back to see if anybody else is coming so I can hold the door for them, but nobody’s coming. Then a friend comes but to say “Hey, you left the bus without paying for your ticket”. “Are you kidding? We’ve been hit by a tornado and you’re worried about that?” He says everybody else paid for their tickets, that’s why they are taking so long to arrive. I think that’s totally absurd and I think I’m about to become lucid, when I see my black cat escaping through the door I left open. I run after him and catch it. I head to the elevator and intend to go to the 9th floor (although in reality, my mom’s only 4 floors). Anyway, I open the elevator door and it’s a fridge with shelves. I take away the shelves so we can enter it but then I have to put the cat on the floor and that’s when I notice this cat is totally white and with blue eyes – not my cat at all, I could I have made such a mistake? I let the poor kitten go his way and he jumps right out of a window that is on my side. Then there’s some guy packing the elevator with books. He says he is moving and I say I need to go to 9th floor and ask for priority – he can ship his books later. He disagrees and says I can go with the books. “How do you do that? No space!” He insists and pushes me in, trying to fit me with the books and hurting me in the process. I say I give up. I look through the window again and I see a park outside, green grass. I think I float outside the window and as I walk this park, this book guy ends up joining me and we’re having a very melancholic kind of walk – I’m still mad at him but at the same time I like him a lot, and we walk in silence. Then two ladies I know touch me in the shoulder and tell me there is some Buddhist event taking place just nearby and I decide to follow them. I turn back and see a bridge on my left and a building on my right. In front of this building and facing the bridge, there’s a kind of alter with something being shown – among other things, there’s a special box which I’m told contains the cornea of a Buddha. It does looks like a dried cornea and I think “If it is genuinely the relic of a Buddha, then may the blessings from seeing it shower down on all sentient beings.” I had no time to get lucid, but I was then fully conscious when I made that wish and I felt those blessings flowing to me like an electrical current, when I woke up. 6:00 GMT Jumping mirror portals Doing tourism in what seems to be France. I’m loosely following a group, but I get stranded and just roam alone for a few streets. Then I encounter a second group and because they seem to know where they’re going, I follow them. They are being guided by a French girl who leads them into an old church. We pass a front door and an entrance lobby and there’s a group of steps to go down to a desk to buy ticket. I start floating and I look to my right and I recognize one of the guys on the tour. He looks at me like he also recognizes me and I get lucid. I decide I will not simply sit down and instead I want to go to the moon, because I haven’t been there. I can then meditate in the biodome, by the koi pond. Why not? I turn back and on my way out I see a mirror on the wall and use it to jump. First I try to summon my warrior me, but the way I look doesn’t change and I don’t care, as long as I arrive there. I jump and all goes black. I have this freefall sensation for a little longer than usual and I start feeling SP effects. Strangely, instead of loud horrible noises, I start to hear amazing celestial music, like I never heard before. I am totally high with this music, when I feel like I landed somewhere. I feel I am there on the moon, but all is still dark and when I try to open my eyes I feel my “real” eyes opening, so I stop and just wait. Then a place forms in front of my eyes but it is not the moon, but some room and there’s a couple there. The guy is lying down on the bed and she is tending over him. They are surprised to see me and are about to address me, but I’m like “No, this is not it! I have to go!”. So I get out of the room and on the hallway I see another mirror and jump again, thinking once more about the moon. Same SP effects and I feel my awaken body on the bed. Once again I wait for the image to form and I find myself again in the same room with the same couple! Bullocks! I decide to see what they’re doing anyway. The girl is cleaning up his wounds he has all over his body and when she is about to pull his pants down to reach his leg wounds, he grabs it, in a mixed feeling of shyness and arousal because I’m there. I also feel a bit uncomfortable and aroused and for a moment a threesome crosses my mind, but I decide to turn my back on them and focus on something else, like trying to aim to the biodome or meditate somewhere else. There’s a mirror on the room and I jump a third time. This time I wake up. 8:00 GMT
So I had this dream that I was waiting for the school bus, but it wasn't my usual stop. This girl from my childhood, Sarah, (we used to be friends but then she screamed at me over the phone) came up to me. She looked facially older and had a cigarette in her hand. I got really surprised and upset cause apparently I thought she was dead. I told her that and said that I saw it on a bathroom stall. Then an image came up of a bathroom stall with red lipstick on it and Sarah's name plus R.I.P. Then she laughed at me and told me not to believe everything I saw on bathroom stalls. I got embarrassed so I ran back home and ended up missing the bus.
Awake, Non-lucid, [Commentary made while awake] [This is a catch-up journal entry. This dream is from the night of October 28-29.] I'm at a meeting of a class I'm in. We seem to be in an upstairs balcony space with cushioned benches along both sides, and no table in the middle. I get out some generic allergy medicine and tell everyone about how effective it is and how often I take it. I go down to the basement of the building we're in to get some water. My Aunt Edie enters the room. I'm with a group of my peers, and we're all walking to a swimming pool. I'm the only one who's still wearing street clothes, because I didn't bring a swimsuit with me because I don't want to be seen in one; everyone else already has theirs on. As we're walking, I say, “Wait a minute. You guys have seen me in a swimsuit before, haven't you?” I remember when they saw me in my new blue one-piece [that I have in real life, but no one but my family has ever seen me wear it]. I wish I had my swimsuit on now. My family and I are at Disneyland. The entrance to Star Tours is mostly filled in with blue construction walls, and the space is being used for character meet-and-greets, one of which P. wants to go and see. Woke up at 5:30, took some notes, went back to bed. I hadn't gone to bed until almost 11, and I now know from personal experience that I have more and better dreams just before getting up. The one I had early this morning was EPIC. Too bad my recall is so spotty, since I waited over an hour to start writing about it. I'm with a group of my peers, and we're all making our way to a class somewhere. My peers are communicating with our other classmates via cell phone about how to get to the classroom. Someone who's with me says something about explaining to me how to get there. First, we get into an elevator situated on the right side of the entranceway to a building. We have to hold the elevator for one of our other friends/classmates who is approaching. The elevator takes us down into the building complex. The next thing I remember is being in a little car, still with that same group of friends from the elevator, driving through a parking garage. There's a place where the interior changes from a garage to a white, carpeted room with nurses doing some mundane task in it (there weren't any patients in this room; it was just a sort of prep/administrative area). I say, “We have to drive through that?” I think, This is weird. It's a lot like the stuff I dream about. But I know where we came from and where we're going, so this is real. [*facepalm* Well, to be fair, asking myself how I got to wherever I am is the RC I've been using the most often lately.] The open space in the middle of the room is wide enough for our little car, and as we get into the room further, I see that the path turns to the left and goes out of the room again. We travel through the room on that path, which leads to an outdoor garden patio. There is an old man out there whose irises are all red, reclining on a hospital bed, and I talk to him. [Scene change.] I'm on a two-lane road that runs in a ring around a huge rock that sticks out of the ocean. It looks a lot like Morro Rock, only it's two or three times as big, both in height and in circumference. The road is elevated up out of the ocean, and is built out from the rock, so there is an open space of ocean between the road and the rock. The road comes up to about a third or a half the height of the rock. It's nighttime, but I can still see everything clearly even with no apparent light sources [just moonlight, I guess]. The ocean waves are surging up unusually high, so that they break over the sides of the elevated roadway. There are at least a couple hundred other people walking on the roadway; we're all coming back from a camping trip out on the rock [I think]. We're all walking on the sidewalk near the outside-edge railing when the waves start, and I watch at least two successive people fall over the rail into the ocean and start drowning. It occurs to me that this is a chance to watch someone die, something I'll probably never have another chance to do, but I can't bring myself to actually watch. As the waves get higher, I step back from the railing so that I'm standing in the middle of the road, where the waves won't hit me, and start calling out to the others to do the same. No one listens. I think, I am going to die, but in a very detached way, with no fear or, for that matter, any emotion at all. The incoming waves rebounding off the big rock start to create smaller, but still scary waves that break over the inside-edge railing. My parents come out of the crowd and find me, and I'm glad to see that they're okay. Eventually, most of the crowd makes it to a tour bus that's waiting near the place where the two-lane elevated road widens and connects to the roads on the mainland, so everyone can get on it and be taken away from the rock safely.
Hello. I had a series of dreams. They were at some places a bit scary. I'm surprised that I didn't realize that I was dreaming, because they were a it weird. Only good thing is, that girl n. didn't show up lol Hours of sleep: 8h Vividness: 4/5 Recall: 4/5 1. I'm in a mallI wonder if this is a new dream sign lol. There are a lot of people. Something isn't right, the people are nervous. I'm afraid and don't know what is going on. I want to leave and walk towards a door. But it's closed. I get more afraid and start to panic a bit. I'm nervous and go to a DC. He tells me that we are trapped in this mall and something odd is going on: although the mall is closed and no one gets outsides, some people disappear. I realize this and I get nervous. There is a security guy. He's nervous too. He wants that we go on a different floor. He tells us that we have to hide us somewhere. Most of the people go somewhere else. I go upstairs in the second floor. I go in a broom cupboard. There is also someone else in it: there is a guy, who is really nervous. I ask him if he knew what was going on. He tells me, that some kind of creature is going around in the mall. It catches the people and looked them up in a room too eat them afterwards I panic. I ask him if we are safe in this cupboard. He tells me that this creature was sighted in the first floor. I ask him where the police is. He tells me that most of them are already trapped and few of them run away. They locked up the mall, that this creatures doesn't escape. I get angry about that and I leave the cupboard, although it's dangerous. I go back to the stairs and look down. There is this creature. It looks like a big-foot or something like that. I panic and run away. I awake. I have my eyes closed. I'm still scared. I don't want to open my eyes because I remembered immediately the last time when I had an nightmare: I awoke and had some weird hallucinations, had the feeling that there was someone who started to pull my legs. So I decided to let my eyes closed, because I already started to get some weird feelings. I tried to calm down and fell asleep immediately I have still this paranoid feeling. But this time I'm in falling down the sky I'm not alone, there are a few other guys. We are skydiving. A second after, I'm already at the ground. I talk with a DC and say him that it's the second time I did this. I've never skydived before lol. We look a the sky and I see that there are others skydivers. They are dressed in blue. I start running towards the place they are landing. I ask them who they are and they said: - We don't know, but we are no aliens What the heck? I want to say something but something terrible happens. We see a burning plane in the sky. It crashes in the ground. I'm scared to death. My view changes and I see that this crash isn't real, but that I'm watching TV. I start laughing. A family DC shows up and he's angry about the film. He says that this film is shitty and he doesn't want to watch it. Note: This doesn't make sense at all. 3. I'm in a bus. A university professor enters. In real life, she is really talkative. I hope that she doesn't sits down next to me, because I don't want to speak. BUt she sits down next to me. I say hello, but she doesn't replies. She doesn't start a conversation and doesn't talk at all. I'm surprised. After a few minutes she leaves and get out of the bus. A second after, I'm standing in front of my home. There are a few friends. They want to talk with me. But I have a really depressing feeling. I'm apathetic and don't show any kind of feeling, although I'm crying in my thoughts. 4. I'm sitting in a bar. In front of me is a table. There is an empty glass a bottle with something alcoholic and a bottle of pineapple juice. I have to mix my drink at my own. I don't have a clue what I'm doing there nor, what drink I ordered. I finally awake. PS: Something is wrong with me. These dreams (and the previous ones) reflect this. Unfortunately.
Hours of sleep: 6h Vividness: 2/5 Recall: 4/5 It's dark outsides and I'm standing on a bus-station. I know that the bus is late. Next to me is a friend. She looks bored and stares in the sky. I'm not in a mood to get involved in a conversation, so i keep looking to my right and look at the driving cars. Suddenly I hear a voice through a microphone. It sounds like those lines which are repeated at train stations. It says: - To all passenger, please look at your right, because the bus 7.3 finally comes a few minutes late. We apology for any inconvenience, but it was impossible for the bus to come in time, because it was involved in a terrible accident. Thank you for your attention! I'm confused and look to my right. A bus drives at the street. It has no top, it still burns a bit. the driver isn't hurt and drives happily on the road. I think that this might be a dream. I'm really confused, because all this doesn't makes sense at all. I realize that this is so impossible and I'm convinced that this is a dream. BUT for some reason I loose lucidity and I walk away from the station. I meet my brother. Next to him is a weird guy. We walk to our old childhood house. We enter it and go to the 2nd floor, where our apartement used to be. It's still there, but it's really dark inside. We enter. I run towards my old room. I know that I've forgot something. I search in the dark and find finally, what I'm looking for.... It's a box with cornflakes I go downstairs and open the door. Suddenly I'm in my old school. It's biology class. Our teacher is angry. We asks who has not forgot his box with the cornflakes. I answer and show him the box. He gets more angry, because it's not the right brand. He shouts at me and he makes now a surprise test. I look t the floor for a second and than look in front of me. The surroundings have changed again and i'm in the cafeteria of my university. I see tons of people. I awake. Note: WTF?!
On a side note, i'm getting tired of these.... I'm on a school bus again, and this time the front doors wont close. They're made out of that same Plexiglas material the emergency doors in "bus bullies", and the bus driver wants me to close them. Someone else was trying to, but they kept opening. I headed to the front of the bus, and when I tried closing them, I got sucked outside. I started running with one hand latched onto the bus until it came up to a red light, and got back in. Now I'm at someones house with a bunch of guys, and we're getting people together to play multiplayer madded.
I was on some kind of flying bus or other multi-passenger transport vehicle. Outside it was dark and stormy. The vehicle was flying over a city. It looked pretty run down -- a very dystopian sci-fi vibe. I realised we were heading straight into the centre of a storm. It was like a hurricane and epic thunder storm combined. I knew it was dangerous and started shouting at whoever was driving to avoid the storm. It was too late though. The vehicle was shaken and vast amounts of water were pouring in to it, filling it up. Mostly everyone was knocked unconscious. Only myself and another guy were alright. I told him to help me open the back window. The vehicle was still flying and had passed through the storm but was almost full of water and heading towards the ground. We opened the window and I pulled out some kind of breathing apparatus and swap through the vehicle waking people up. I was telling them that they had to go and jump out of the window because we would crash. It seemed like it was somehow the safer option? I came across N, an old enemy from school. I was tempted to leave him to his death but decided it was wrong and saved him. Most of the other people on in the vehicle were people I knew but I can’t quite remember the specifics. We must have all survived because we were know in a deserted city centre. Everything was so brown and dirty. The storm could be seen off in the distance, it looked like a scary destructive force yet really beautiful and natural. I was worried that it was heading in our direction. I was talking with someone and they disagreed with me saying that it would move off another way. It suddenly began to move at a rapid pace to the right of my view and was far enough away to not worry about. There was a girl with me. She was really beautiful but not someone I know from reality. She was either my girlfriend or someone I was in a sort-of relationship with. I felt like I trusted her a great deal. I found myself sitting with some people talking about what we should do. I said that we should go to a nearby town to look for something -- possibly other people or supplies, it wasn’t clear. I was told I had to take someone with me. I said I would take the girl, but the idea was shot down for some reason. It was commented that I trusted her too much. I insisted and it was agreed except that T, an old school friend, would have to come wit me. I didn’t like the idea because I didn’t trust him. I also knew that T wasn’t his real name. I considered him to be a slippery character that kept changing his identity. He was with some random girl who laughed in a knowing slightly sinister way that made me feel uneasy. I went to find the girl from earlier. She was sleeping in a make-shift shelter made of road signs. I touched her exposed belly gently and woke her softly. She smiled and I stroked her arm. I said I was sorry to wake her but we were going to scout out a nearby town and that it’d be good to spend some time together.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG 00:00 GMT – Sleep Political speech and endangered tribe A guy I know, who is president of a political party has presented a proposal in the Parliament and he is causing a lot of fuss. [this came from an open letter this guy actually wrote about a petition to present to the Parliament and which I read during the day.] Then I’m on an excursion with him. On the way to wherever we’re going he is telling a story to all the participants- supposed to be with a moral to it but nobody is taking it seriously. He then looks at me looking for some support and I nod and smile, showing I totally understand what he means. We both look through the window nostalgic, almost as if looking deep into each other. Then we arrive at a place in the jungle where there’s a tribe whose culture is disappearing. The excursion people are gathered around a table, eating some delicacies they are serving to us and I am completely obsessed about some yellow cookies that are quickly disappearing – I take all the last ones for me! We’re on some kind of house carved on a stone wall and through a hole (kind of tiny window for the air to pass) I see a tribe kid peeping. I feel curious to meet him and go outside after him. I see an old lady still living in accordance with their traditions but the youngsters I see are polluted with western culture. I sit down with some kids (don’t know if it the same kid I saw before, these seem older) and we talk about how they live their culture and they couldn’t care less, they don’t feel attracted to the old ways anymore, think it’s boring. I feel sad that we, foreigners, are more aware of the beauty and profoundness of their traditional and wise relationship with the cosmos than they are. 7:00 GMT – Wake up
I'm in a street near my house with my dad, and it's the dream version of the street. We get on a bus and sit down with our tickets. The whole time there was an uneasy feeling about the place. End I'm at my school, and everything is normal, but we have a substitute teacher who has us all practising drums on the tables. I'm walking to where I normally go for lunch, but my friend said it's only period 3 so I run back and see my maths teacher getting someone in trouble. The end. I'm in the shopping centre up my road and I'm with people. We pass an optometrist who is the mum of someone from years ago in RL. We walk past Gloria Jeans cafe which had been renovated to have a cover over the tables. I wake up Boring.
Date: Wednesday, June 16, 2010 8:05:11 AM PDT Important: No Dead person I am a kid. I have a babysitter. She disappeared. I look for her. I tell her friends that she disappeared as well. We find her dried up in a cubicle. With muscles. Wide eyes. With ear phones. Lying on the ground. I think I may have predicted her death. She is a student. Set in Thailand. Maybe in a uni on a balconey. I see a person get off the back door of the bus. I throw a magazine on to a persons lap in the bus. An orange bus. False awakening! First failed reality check! -----
Date: Wednesday, May 19, 2010 12:36:44 PM PDT Important: No Wrong class I am swimming. Afterwards we go back to b-1 high on a bus. I sit beside s-1. Once at school I go to a year 10 math class but thinking that's it's a year 12. The teacher is bald. I sit up the front beside a girl Caucasian. I am tired and don't pay attention. He writes up simple math in the board. Then another teacher comes in. She can write Thai. She write algebraic equations with a mix of Thai and English. Real confusing to the class and herself. I am able to answer though. Something to do with suthep's last name and his sister's last name. I decide that this is too simple and tell the bald teacher that I want to go to mr sum-2 class. He asks me if I want a note. I say yes please thank you. I look at my watch. 2.05pm and wonder if it's the end of the period anyway and if mr sum will let me in. He gives me an a4 sized note. Is there that much to write. I go home. Dad picks me up and asks where I would like to go. I say dreamworld. Once we are there I see a dinosaur with red eyes looking from the car park. I remember that I have a swimming lesson but don't want to disappoint my dad. So I stay. -----
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