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I was passing a field next to a farm. In the field there was a farmer herding up his cattle. There's no fence between the the path which I was walking and the field but there was an irrigation ditch and standing in that ditch to my left was a black calf. I believed the calf to be harmless enough so I approached it with the intension of touching it but with that the calf became aggressive climbed up the banking and raced towards me. Its just a small calf I thought so I decided to face it, held my hand out and shouted “stop!”. With that the calf got startled, it turned tail and ran back towards the herd jumping and kicking along the way. It just so happened that the farmer was on the receiving end of one of these kicks and was knocked to the ground. I went towards him asking if he was OK and noticed that there was clean break in the upper left arm. The bone did not break the skin but it was clear that it was broken you could tell by the shape of the arm. I do not remember hearing a reply from the old farmer but I did feel guilt due to that fact I had indirectly caused him pain. I then found myself walking further up that path until I came across another farm but this time I found myself in a farm yard, there a similar incident happened, with the farmer breaking his arm. I do not remember how it happen, although I believe that I may have startled another animal like a horse or a cow, which in turn caused the injury. I remember saying to the farmer, “I cant believe the chances of this happening twice”. This time however the farmers family came to his aid and called for help. Although I do not remember the farmer talking to me. I do remember a couple of children who where playing, oblivious it what had just happened, one approached with a hula hoop in hand and asked if i would like to try. I gave it try but it just dropped to the ground, “I don't have any rhythm” I said and gave it back the two girls(I think), they just laughed. I then looked back at the farmer and to my surprise the other farmer was with him. The old farmer said to the other, ”I have never broken a bone in my 20 years of farming until now”. While I felt deep regret at what had happened, I did however notice that both farmers did not seem to be in any pain or distress, this I found strange...

...I then appeared in a living room, it was mucky in appearance with brown furniture, small kitchen to the left, a front door but no windows, there was big black bear with a brown nose looking at me and behind me a cat, but not a house hold cat this was bigger like a wild cat which was lounging on the chair. I started getting nervous, thinking why is there a bear here, what if it attacked and killed me. I then made my way to the kitchen, the cat followed, opened up the gritty fridge to find if there was anything I could feed them. The cat found something to eat but I could not give the bear anything. Went back and sat back down with the bear, started becoming more nervous, and I could see that the bear was getting fed up. All of a sudden the bear pushed me to the ground, pinned me down so that I could not move, I couldn't move it was too powerful. It then bit me somewhere(maybe it was the chin ), the cat bit me on the left ear both drew blood but it was not an aggressive attack. It was more like they bit me to tell me they were not to be feared. I then got up and touched the bear and rubbed its belly(why?). I got the inclining that the bear seemed to have some authority over the cat. As if the cat served the bear, anyway after a while I opened the front door as I wanted to take them for a walk outside as I opened the door the bear and the cat both ran off, and that is where the dream ends.

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

Good morning, everybody. My dream recall has been terrible over the past couple days. It's probably because I've spent hours each night watching all the different versions of RC Succession's Transistor Radio on YouTube. Hitto kyoku!

So these entries will be pretty fragmented.

Dream #1

I was watching a scene like a theatre production or a large-scale movie as if I were actually in the environment without participating in it.

The scene focused on a woman who stood atop an enormous, colorful temple, which was somehow inside a much larger building. The temple was as colorful as a Buddhist or Hindu painting. It was decorated to the last inch with beautiful flowers in plates and vases. There may even have been colorful foods decorating the tables.

The woman walked out of a room at the top of the temple, turned right, then sat on her knees on a cushion, facing the wall to the left (her left) of the doorway. (The doorway and the top room looked more like in a Mayan temple, not a Hindu or Buddhist painting.) My view was from behind, above, and just to the left of the woman.

The woman didn't look normal. She was probably a dark blue. She probably didn't have a complete form. Her body may have had a stony look, like Jack Kirby's version of the Fantastic Four's The Thing, except with a feminine figure. She may also have had chakra markings delineated on her somehow.

The woman was breaking some kind of law or rule by meditating. Apparently meditation was forbidden. So now there was a group of high officials heading out to capture and arrest the woman. But there was also a group of men who had taken it upon themselves to protect the woman. She was a hero to them, possibly because her meditation had some kind of power.

I was now among the group of men, acting as a part of the group, not just watching. The men looked big and tough. One of them may have looked like Russell Crowe.

We stood at the bottom of the temple, before a beige-colored stone gate. But it also felt like we were standing in a messy living room.

I was happy to be helping the men. But I was also afraid. I was afraid of getting hurt by the officials. But I was also afraid of looking stupid with my usual clumsy actions. I may have said something regarding all this. The man who looked like Russell Crowe may have looked at me in disgust.

Dream #2

I was in my great-grandmother's living room. The room was filled with dim, yellowy light. The floors were strewn with sheets and blankets.

I was with a few other people, possibly co-workers. We had just finished some task. Now we had to go to another task. But we had to change our clothes first. We were all running around to different rooms, as if playing a game, looking for the new clothes to wear.

I was in my great-grandma's guest room (which us kids would sleep in when we'd spend nights at her house). I was taking off my pants or putting new pants on when I noticed that C, a guy from my work, was in the living room. I could see him from the bedroom because the walls now, apparently, only went up to about my waist.

I thought C was going to accuse me of not doing any work because I was in the middle of changing my pants. I thought I would explain to him that changing my pants was actually a part of my job.

But suddenly a cat with a black body and white belly and paws jumped down through the circle my arms were making with the pants. C was amazed by what the cat had done. I was amazed, too. It seemed so random that the cat would jump down through my arms like they were a hoop.

Either I or C may have wondered if the cat had been trained to do that.

Dream #3

I was out on a street corner across the street from "my apartment building." It actually looked like the street corner at the beginning of Youth without Youth, except with really wide streets, as if the streets were somehow an entire horizon.

There were a lot of young men and women out on the street with me. They were all beautiful and well-dressed.

I had thought that this might have been a bad time for me to go out and do whatever it was I needed to do. Either it had been too early or the sky had been too dark due to clouds or else the clouds in the sky had been presaging a storm.

But now I looked up into the sky to watch it clear smoothly into wispy, white clouds. I was amazed. But I also had that inconvenienced feeling, like when you realize that you now have to do something for sure, no excuses. I thought that if everybody knew how lazy I was about getting moving, they'd dislike me.

I was about to cross the street with everybody else. But the sky suddenly clouded over heavily. It looked worse than rain: it looked like a terriible storm.

I crossed the street back toward my house instead of heading in everybody else's direction (which would have been crossing to the corner caddy-corner from my house). It was already beginning to rain.

I thought something like how lucky I was to be so close to my place, especially because I hadn't brought an umbrella with me. My building was a beautiful, peach-colored, stone building.

I remembered that there was a woman who lived in my apartment with me. I knew she was planning to go outside for something she had to do. I thought I would warn her not to come out. The sky was almost black. It looked like the storm would be terrible.

But I knew the woman would go out anyway to do her thing. I may have thought that I would at least offer her my umbrella.

Dream 1-- Home Training with Ninjas and Cats

This dream starts out in a miscellaneous location that I cannot recall off the top of my head. What's happening is that me and the other "ninjas" in Ninjitsu are doing drills by lining up and then all completing the same technique, then running to the back of the line. I don't remember actually completing any technique, but I remember looking at the line, and watching people do it. I remember looking at Sensei, standing with his arms crossed and not looking particularly impressed by anything that was going on.

Suddenly, the drills are still going on, but now they are in my house-back-in-Dallas's kitchen. I think there was this white ladder-like thing that people had to climb before they could perform the technique. I sat down in a chair, eating some chips while they all did the technique because I didn't want to stand in the line, but I was still prepared to have my turn I think.

After a while, the scene changes again, and all the people are gone, it ends up being night time, and there is black cat rubbing up against me. Now, I have a cat in my house, but she is orange and white striped. When this black cat starts touching me, I turn into what I have deemed "passive observer." This state is a crucial dream sign for me and is basically where I no longer identify with a body or actually do much of anything. Instead, I am just thinking about what is going on and watching the dream as if it were a movie that I have no control over or stake in.

So, this cat rubs up against my leg, and I use my hand to pet its head. I get this thought that's like I wonder if cats like to be handled this way and what would be the best way for someone to pet me if I were a cat. So I stop petting the cat and it rubs up against my leg again, presumably to get pet again. I am thinking now about why I would rub up against someone's leg if I were a cat (my dreams can be super-analytical sometimes because that's who I am in real life). I don't do anything and the cat remains unmoving, while still contacting my leg, for about 4 seconds, realizes it won't get pet, and then walks away.

Then, it comes back with two other cats in tow. This part of the dream is really confusing, because I was semi-playing with the cats, and they randomly became kind of hostile. I think this dream brought me back to my childhood where I would mess around with and abuse my cat.

I try to incorporate my dreams into my real life because I think they are intimately connected. I try to find those connections within my dreams and see what my subconscious is trying to get me to remember or do in the future.

Anyway, I'm still in my kitchen and these three cats are just walking around. I have a blanket and I playfully throw it over one so that it is completely covered. I have done this to my cat many times, and it would freak out, and sprint up the staircase to hide under a bed. I found this really funny at the time but looking back it was pretty abusive and silly.

So in the dream, the cat doesn't really find that amusing. I take a hold of the blanket again, and the cat starts walking toward me. For some reason I have this thought that the cat is being hostile, so I start backing up until I back up into a wall. The cat continues to approach me so I raise the blanket up to my neck to protect myself. The cat, who looks like a male version of my cat at home, starts to get up on his hind legs and climb the blanket with his front paws. I start to get scared about what would happen and that this cat could potentially claw the shit out of my face.

I think at this point I wake up.

Dream 2-- Detention in the College Kitchen

This dream was rather long, but I can only remember bits and pieces of it.

The general setting is that I am in a cafeteria, and I am serving detention for I don't know what. There are DCs that all seem to me to be relatively dumb but also surprisingly cool. As in, I become a passive observer by analytically assessing the situation and determining that I am not as cool as everyone around me and I'm trying to notice their movements/gestures/words so that I can copy them in the future. I don't really DO much of anything in this dream except observe while the action happens all around me. In my opinion, it's not awful because I'm really interested in figuring how I see the world, but at the same time it serves as a constant reminder about who I am in real life because I will totally zone out during conversations or parties just because I'm so caught up in my head.

Anyway, enough about my problems this is a DJ. So, I am in this large cafeteria with brown tables and yellow walls. It doesn't remind me of any place in particular, but definitely looks like a cafeteria. The first DC I run into is this guy with a buzz cut and a moustache. He reminds me of a thin version of Ryan from my Spanish class, who I don't really talk to except this one time where he brought up that he really likes to smoke weed. I guess it stuck with me.

Thinking about it, this dream is really scattered and fuzzy. The event that stands out to me the most is that there was this poster that someone gave to either me or my friend as a gift in the dream. It was a green poster board with magnets in the shape of dicks placed on it. There were three dick-magnets on the green posterboard, and the guy said that combined they managed to accurately point north or something.

There were marking on the posterboard and I wanted to measure it and figure out if it was legit. I took out a six inch ruler, which I apparently had in my hands, and starts to measure to angle of the distance between the dick-magnets or something. As I got more and more into it, I forgot what I was doing, and I would be blinking and seeing that more pencil would appear on the board even though I wasn't actually drawing anything. I thought the dick-magnets were really funny when I first saw them.

Dream 3-- Tim Jang and Frat Guys Make me Sleepy

This dream was short. It was night time and I was hanging out with Tim Jang, from my high school, and frat guys from college. I always feel out of place in these kind of dreams, where there is partying and alcohol and drugs just because I have abstained from them for the sake of trying to meditate and find my higher self.

So, they are smoking weed and are probably cross-faded at this point, we all walk into an apartment. I am totally passive observer at this point, and I am tired. I can recognize that I am tired because my thoughts feel really heavy and incoherent, my eyes are only 75% open. So I decide to lay down on the bed even though everyone else is still having a party and doing their own thing. I have regrets about doing this even in the dream but I feel like I have no choice because I am so tired and am not conversing with anyone anyways.

When I wake up, all the frat guys are gone but Tim Jang is there. I don't really understand where we are and I look down to see my Halloween costume, which was a large white board acting as my Fbook wall, totally covered in the marks from the guys. The board in my dream didn't really resemble the board of real life because it had two actual status updates from me, which I couldn't read. Something I've found interesting, though, is that text in my dreams is usually legible and will actually keep stable when I look away and look back if I am paying enough attention to notice.

So, I get a little sad/pissed off knowing that my board just got ruining and that I fell asleep when everyone else was having fun. Tim and I decide to walk back to the dorms, but I don't know where we are. We discuss it for a little bit, and then start to walk. Then I wake up.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

00:00 GMT – sleep

Crossing Transylvania on the way between University classes
On a Portuguese class at the university. The teacher is (once again) my colleague Silva. I’m not paying attention, she notices and I have no shame in recognizing it. She scolds me but I say what matters is that I pass the exams. I’ve always been a nerdy student so all my colleagues are surprised with my attitude. I tell them the classes are quite pointless, that it is much more efficient to study at home, so I couldn’t care less.
I leave the class and outside I’m planning to go to my next class, which I think is biochemistry or similar and that one might be good to be there. As I cross the long building, I then realise it’s not on this area. To get to the other classroom I need to catch a train. I walk through a garden, I turn right and enter a gate (actually, the gate was closed and I flew over it) and then land on top of some stairs and enter a building, supposedly where I can get the train. It's all very 19th century looked-like, including the train itself and the people on board.
The funny thing is that this train has to pass through Transylvania (yeah, why not) before it takes students to the university precinct on destination. It crosses some really creepy and deserted areas, with mushy grey hills. There’s a couple sitting a few seats in front of me and the lady is holding a white cat on her lap, which starts hissing and scratching the window, looking terrified. The owners don’t see a thing outside but when I look to check I see a dark hideous creature, like a werewolf, with a devilish look in his eyes, watching the train passing by. Either there are several of them or the werewolf can disappear in thin air and reappear in another place, because I keep seeing it appearing, like following us. It gives me the creeps so I close the window shutters not to see it.
Then a kid comes to me and asks me if I have food. I say I almost have nothing to share and he gets angry. He says he is willing to pay a symbolic price, so I say he can go to a nice bakery on our destination stop, if he has money. But he keeps insisting, so I see on my bag what I have and decide to give him some bread I carry. I also have algae and mushrooms but I’m sure he is not into that. He grabs it and turns away, without a thank you. Weird, I think.

6:00 GMT – wake up

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:00 GMT+9 – sleep

Dreams recalled fade before I take notes...

04:00 GMT+9

Math test
I dream that my colleague Silva is not happy with something I did, which put in risk financing to some project. Then she also tells me I have math test in a week and I know I haven’t been to a single class but I’m confident I can learn all I need until then.

Raptors attack after a quake
On a town on a mountain, passing by a school. Small shakes sign an incoming bigger quake. All kids leave school immediately. I also run to an open space. Roads open up cracks, everything cracks up. I save two kids, a girl and a boy of different ages. Town goes without power or communication means. After a few days, cars are still running and people are trying to get back to normal, despite being isolated from the rest of the world. I think they might be precipitating, as they should be acting in accordance to the current situation and not going back to work in offices.
The quake had side-effects. It opened a time-space breach and dinosaurs appear in the mountain. Soon the town is being preyed on by velociraptors. That’s when people decide to organize themselves to face the new situations. Separated by sudden attacks and need to take cover, people form groups and hide in buildings. I’m in an isolated house with a group of people who were all in the vicinity when the raptors first attacked. We established a perimeter and we tend after some vegetable garden outside. But one day, small vicious raptor-like creatures invade the perimeter and we’re no longer safe. I’m armed with a stick and knife (all I could find around) and I enter the house going through a nerve-wrecking scene like in the movie Alien. Some creatures are inside already and I move silently trying not to be surprised by one. Only have on shot to stick my knife into them. I see movement behind a curtain and I attack with the knife. I uncover to find my cat dead. I cry, but I feel the situation is critical and I can’t possibly lose focus, so I forgive myself, considering the extreme situation I’m in.

07:00 GMT+9 – wake up

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

21:30 GMT+9 – sleep

My biggest fear
On some strange shop (like some Japanese shops I’ve been at) with really attractive cakes and sweets, but I couldn’t really tell if that’s what they were. Then a guy on the shop is taken down a corridor and told there’s a test to him. Behind a big door at the end of the corridor is the scariest thing that has ever haunted his dreams. In his case he says he used to play a game with his friends in which they’d hide and seek and the one seeking the others would incarnate a scary character they’d call the fog-man, a mythical creature that would take away the soul of the one found by him – and then this kid would replace the fog-man in his role. The man said he used to have nightmares with the real fog-man taking his soul. Then the people overseeing this test told this man that whatever he’d find behind that door would be his own mind’s creations and therefore if he was certain of that, they wouldn’t possibly harm him, but if he failed to recognise that... The door opened and out of it came a dense thick fog. He entered and the door was closed.
I also wanted to play. I opened the door and there was still fog but no signs of the man. The fog disappeared. I tried to think about what is that scares me the most and had this vague feeling of something unknown and scary coming out of the darkness and attacking me but before it would materialise I decided I was in the control of my mind and therefore no fear would take over. Then all the fog and light darkness dissipated and I found myself in an empty room with a mirror and a door. I positioned myself in front of the mirror, saw my reflexion. I was dressed in white and yellow and although I looked a bit strange it was still my normal look, no monstrous face or anything of the kind. I’m semi-lucid and I dance a little bit both to increase lucidity and test my image on the mirror. I manage to prolong lucidity but it is still weak in terms of control. Not sure about what to do I decide to summon all of the people I know through the door. Soon I start seeing people from my past, present acquaintances, family, “enemies”. I can’t tell if everyone is there, it would be impossible, but soon they start interacting with me.
I lose lucidity. I am with my aunt India and my friend Zilla. Zilla decides to call my old friend Mara, whom I don’t see since her wedding. Her brother answers the phone. Zilla doesn’t say a word and he gets upset. He hads the phone over to Mara in the hope the person will talk to her. She asks “who’s there?” and I can see both people on each side of the line now. I tell Zilla this is a stupid game and I don’t see the point of it. Mara then thinks she knows who can be and gets very worried. She says “don’t worry, I will come for you. I’ll help you.” Obviously she thought someone in distress was needing her help. I tell Zilla to please stop it and just say something on the phone!
Then I am engulfed by a lot more people I know and there’s this lady, who’s my opponent in my work and hates my guts, among them. When I see her I remember we were both at a same party some past time and we talked to each other when we were so drunk already and our hate transformed into attraction and we had kissed. I was wondering how could we still be mad at each other after that. We had been stripped down from our divergences and connected as human beings, but here we were still as enemies.
Then I’m outside in some big city with skyscrapers and neon lights. I enter a van and someone else is by my side. Zilla is on front seat by the side of the driver. She hands me over a synthesizer she bought but I already have other things on my lap I also bought and she feels angry with my refusal to take up more stuff.
Then on some kind of mall I see a lady doctor famous in my country who is giving an interview about birth and how women should embrace hospital methods instead of this trend of natural child birth at home, cause so much can go wrong and they need medication and blah-blah. I go to her and make a phenomenal speech to counterbalance – not radical, but very well balanced I refute her ideas that seem to approach giving birth as being seriously ill. Then my friend Zilla and others come with a more radical attitude and start making hate speech and mess up everything. I later ask why they did it and they said I sounded to compromising. I told them I had simply used skilful means to pass the message across without conflict. By then I have a group of followers and admirers but among this group there are a few who don’t understand my way of doing things and always create a fuss. I’m on some high room with view over some kind of inner court. People are down there celebrating the result of some football (soccer) game and I comment loudly about the frivolity of such celebration. They get upset. They accuse me of being peaceful and moderate to the outside but quite radical inside and that the radical activists that are around me just reinforce that I am a secret extremist. As I seek to be alone to digest such accusations, these two radical friends of mine follow me and I scream at them to leave me alone, that it is their fault people think such things of me. Walking down a street I encounter another guy that went to school with me. We talk and I conclude the big issue here to be solved is if I am becoming what my father said I would become or the opposite of that. Am I an extremist under disguise or am I really becoming moderate and if so, am I moderate in the sense my father preached (which resembled too much with conformity) or am I moderate due to wisdom and maturity? As I wander through these philosophical matters, I conclude, after all this dream sequence, that my biggest fear of all, is to become like my father or the person my father wants me to be.

03:00 GMT+9

Cat stapled
My cat is showing some discomfort. I cuddle him and find a staple on his belly. I take it off gently. My mom is upset and worried and I search for more. I find lots of staples on his skin. We don’t know how this happened and feel sorry for the poor fellow.

Friends and relationships
I’m in the middle of a crowd who’s watching a movie on an open air cinema. I am by the side of two old girl friends from school and all is fine until it starts raining. At first it’s ok, but my friends start complaining it’s raining too much and open an umbrella. Then not even that is enough and they want to leave. But I’m just fine. The rain is not really wetting me and I say it is just dream rain. Still they leave and I decide to go along. Didn’t go lucid.
Then sitting around a wooden rectangular table with my friends. One is Mara and she says her husband calls her names and I assume he is also violent with her. She asks for advice and I say she needs to get away from him, but she doesn’t want to. Then he also joins the table and I change subject but she says we can go on, that she doesn’t want to make it a secret. My other friend present doesn’t understand this, thinks he’ll get mad and beat her up later but I say maybe she wants to confront him but can’t do it alone, so we should help. He says he likes her, but she didn’t reveal to be the woman of his dreams and so he gets angry sometimes out of frustration. I ask him why doesn’t he simply leave her and go look for that dream woman? I say if my dream guy was Brad Pitt, I would go after him, no matter what and not beat some other guy for not being Brad Pitt. He feels embarrassed by seeing the ridiculous and we laugh together.
Then my boyfriend comes up and he insists on having sex immediately. I don’t think it is appropriate and also I feel like he wants to force me like a punishment for something. He drags me to some room and rips my clothes off but I get really upset with his attitude and I escape from him. Outside I meet this guy who I had a crush for in highschool. I am happy to see him and I follow him. He is climbing some steps to go inside a house. I go to. It’s like an antique shop but with rooms. I lie down on some sofa, my friend who was with me on the wooden table before is here now again and notices my interest in this guy. She says I should go for it right now but I feel bad, I just said no to my boyfriend. Then the guy comes to me and ask if I have some deodorant. I find that question completely dislocated but my friend says he is really into me and wants to be fragrant for me. I feel yuc!

06:00 GMT+9 – wake up

Note: This was another night of all fragments, so here is what I can remember from the fragmented dreams.

Looking for WHO?
I was in a forest, I'm not sure how I managed to get there, but I was spontaneously lucid… or most likely I had become lucid before my memories of the dream begin. I was eating an apple and thinking it tasted exceptionally good, almost like a caramel apple, but there was no caramel on it. I turned around to follow a path that I thought led back to my place, but there were three people blocking my path. Two men and a woman who had a look to them that said they thought they were better than everyone else. Of course this gave me an immediate dislike of them. One of the men, one with dark hair slicked back against his head in such a way that it looked like one solid oily mass, said he would have me tell him where they could find Makarthos… wtf? I told him I had absolutely no idea who they were talking about, which was true. The woman said I spoke the truth. The man sighed, I looked to keep track of the other man, and it looked like he was standing lookout for something. The man said he would have me tell him where… Walms… could be found. I said I know no Walms, but the woman said I was lying. The man asked again where Walms could be found, I said I had absolutely no idea… the woman said that was truthful… I asked why they were looking for Walms. My question was ignored, the man said since I have a bit of Walms' energy in me, I could surely locate him. I said I do not know the location of anyone using that energy form, let alone Walms. The woman said I was being truthful. The man grumbled an expletive and then said they should go, Makarthos had to be somewhere close. All three of them disappeared, leaving me wondering who the hell they were.

Healing by Proxy
I was in MoSh's inner world with MoSh, Asuka, and Kaomea, I was lucid, and I knew my goal there was to transfer some healing spells to Kaomea, which she had requested I do. I told Kaomea that often times using healing spells was the best way to learn them, so if she was up for it, we could go to a place where both a soul healing and a physical healing would be needed. She agreed, so I opened a portal while focused on finding a Callisto from the television show "Xena: Warrior Princess" who needed healing. I trusted my tracking to find an appropriate version of Callisto. Kaomea and I went through the portal into a forest where I spotted Callisto hiding behind some trees, looking in the opposite direction. We went silently over behind her where I looked where she was looking. There was a woman near a small house that Callisto was watching, I heard her mutter something about taking away everyone Xena had ever loved… I got Callisto's attention, she turned around with a start, apparently surprised that there was someone there. Callisto pulled out her sword, but when she did I noticed that she was only able to use her right arm, her left arm looked quite badly wounded. She told us to stay out of the way, she could take a couple unarmed travelers with just one arm. I ignored Callisto's comment and told Kaomea to do the healing spell, I would focus the energy through her to show her how to use it. So I focused the spell Touch My Heart through Kaomea to Callisto. It's not the usual healing spell I use on different versions of Callisto, but I felt it would work, and it has more uses than the one I usually use which is Until it Sleeps by Metallica. I could tell the dark energy had been cleared from Callisto, but she was still physically wounded. I told her we would heal that wound, it looked like it was becoming infected. Now free of the dark energy, Callisto allowed us to use Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack to heal her physical wound. Again, I focused the energy, but directed it through Kaomea so she could be the one to do it.

Must Save Kitty!!!
I was sitting in a classroom, it was a normal classroom like many others I have been in, though it was clearly not my normal school. I also didn't see anyone I knew in the class, but none of this seemed unusual at the time. The instructor was lecturing in front of the class, I felt a distinct dislike of him, but I wasn't thinking of any particular reason why I would be angry at him. He was teaching biology, talking about internal organs of mammals, which I was not finding at all interesting. I was thinking it would be fun to disrupt this class with a display of TK… too bad I couldn't do that… The instructor told everyone to gather around. He had a sedated cat on his desk now, and he was preparing to dissect it! No way! I told him the idea of doing that was sick and disgusting, he said if I was offended I was free to leave early, but study internal organs of mammals in the book for the test. I said I would leave… and so would the cat, at which point I grabbed the sleeping kitty and ran out of the classroom with it. It seemed everyone was after me, saying they wanted to dissect the cat, which was about to make me physically sick. I turned around and saw a lot of people back there… and went off into a classroom and then into a closet to hide with the sleeping kitty. It turned out I had chosen the history classroom, and this closet had weapons from history… surprisingly they were real, not models, so I grabbed a sharp sword. The door opened, the instructor was there, he said just because I oppose dissection doesn't mean others have to be deprived. I told him I don't oppose dissection at all… I was ready to do some right now… "How about you go first?" I said as I pulled the sword out and sliced the instructor open with one quick upward cut from his crotch to his chest… his intestines actually spilled out, just about making me puke, everyone else ran for it as the instructor collapsed and bled out on the floor.

Dreaming Rocks!
I was near a large arena that was used to host huge musical concerts, and I knew it was someone I wanted to see this time, so I went to find out who. There was a random concert here every week, and this one was the week for Heavy Metal, so I wanted to at least check it out. Best of all, the concert was free, used just for the band's publicity. I was wonderfully surprised when I found Metallica was playing, that was strange since they are already well known, but as usually there was no ticket needed. The concert was already underway, and I hurried into the arena. There were many people there, but I managed to make my way to the front of the arena, right up to the stage, the music was so loud and that was sooooo cool! I listened to the music for a while, then I felt dust tickling my nose, so I reached up to rub it. Something seemed weird… I pinched my nose… and was still able to breathe, I was dreaming! I took to flying, but I didn't want to leave, the concert was too cool. So instead of leaving, I flew from one vantage point to another to see the concert from all sorts of viewpoints that no one else was able to get to. Strangely enough, no one seemed to notice my flying around in there.

Took a B-Complex supplement about 2 hours before sleep and also sipped some natural apple juice throughout the night.

Colored String Competition
0200: C. In a competition. Each player has a small plastic toy bow (as in bow-and-arrow) with a colored piece of string. There are about 10 people including me. Some are vaguely familiar. There is a host, like it's a game show. The goal is to guess the color of other's strings. I think mine is plain white. The host guides us through a few rounds. Then one round is tricky. The choice is between two people who have pink and red. We are supposed to guess which is which. Only me and one other girl get it right. Actually, I just copy her guess. I realize she is Lexi, a childhood friend.

WBTB+MILD, short

Bunker, Dream Control without Lucidity
0452: B. Ok, this dream was really vivid. I could have sworn it was lucid, but on waking up and recalling I realized I never actually had the critical lucid moment. I'm on a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II map. I think it's called Quarry. But I'm not fighting. I look for a bunker under the hills and find one. It has a low ceiling, a locking door, and a narrow pillbox window looking out at the center of the map. I'm glad that the door has a lock for some reason. I look at the low ceiling. This is the point where I appreciate how vivid the dream is and I feel that pre-lucid tingle but never go fully lucid. The ceiling is bare rock with a tangle of metal braces, electrical wires, and light bulbs. There are also some spider webs and I carefully look for spiders but find none. The whole room is only about 10 feet by 10 feet. I think there is a bed and a few military-looking green crates stacked around.

Now Hugh and a girl are in the room with me. The girl is tall and skinny with a brown hair in a pony tail. Kinda tomboyish. She vaguely reminds me of the ex-girlfriend of an old friend from college. She's casually dressed in jeans and a tank top with some cleavage, which is distracting me. I show them the view through the window. It's bright day outside. You can see the part of the map where there's a big stack of cube-shaped cut stones. But in the dream, they are cardboard boxes instead of stones. I notice this is weird but not enough to become lucid. Then I try to impress both of them, mostly the girl, with some dream powers. I try to levitate an empty water bottle but fail. The girl is bored and wants to go somewhere else. I try to teleport us out but fail again. So we walk out the door, through a hallway and out into the open.

Hugh and the girl venture off. I'm looking around and see Justin, a childhood friend, walk up to me. His hair is buzzed really short, almost bald. He's wearing a light blue UCLA T-shirt. He says something about the UCLA football team. Then he asks if I'm bored and what to do something. He suggests we go watch a movie called "Cobalt Jungle." I say "Hell, yeah!" Here's where I start showing some dream control.

Justin jumps on a motorized dirt bike and I fly behind him. I'm parallel to the ground, just a 2-3 feet off the ground. We're traveling on a very rough dirt road with a steep hill bank on either side. The sky is now overcast and the ground is muddy with patches of green. Justin and I are weaving around telephone polls that are scattered on the road. I want to go faster so I concentrate and accelerate. We started at about 30 mph, now it feels like 80 mph. Justin hits a bump in the road and falls off his bike. But before he hits the ground, I reach with my left arm and use telekinesis to put him back on the bike and to keep the bike from crashing. Wake up and try to DEILD but no luck.

WBTB+MILD, long, read DV

The Blue Sweater
0638 B. Another very vivid dream. This time I become lucid for a while. I recall a fragment from the earliest part of the dream. I'm laying in bed and feel something warm at my feet. I lift the sheets and see my old cat Sam balled up. He wakes up and moves up the bed closer to me and lays down again next to my body for warmth. I think, aww, so cute.

False awakening. I roll over to write in my journal. It's early morning light outside. The window is at the head of the bed, which is the correct direction. Next to my journal, I see two pairs of glasses. One looks like mine, though this isn't where I usually place them when I sleep. The other pair looks similar in style but smaller. I think, hmm, who's are these? I get up and look around nervously. Is there someone else in my room? No. The room is fairly convincing as my real bedroom and very vivid. I examine the glasses more closely. They look like reading glasses that you would wear at the edge of your nose. They say "Granny" on the legs like a brand name.

As I'm looking at the glasses, I notice I'm wearing a very thick and woolly royal blue sweater. I think, Umm what? I don't own anything like this. I nose-plug check and I can breath. But I'm not convinced. The scene seems too vivid to be a dream. I do the nose-plug again and can breath again. Hmm. Ok, I guess I'm dreaming. But I'm still surprised. I do a finger-through-the-hand check to be sure. My finger doesn't go through but I look down and see my finger smushed like clay against the palm of my hand. Ok, I'm finally convinced.

What to do? I think of my plan. My plan that I set for tonight was: look at my hands, feel my body, notice my clothes, then take off my clothes and do something embarrassing while naked. I get up the taking off my clothes. I start pulling the sleeves of the blue sweater when I decide that I could be doing something interesting while disrobing.

I look at the window and realize it's wrong. It's a long and rectangular. It should be two tall narrow windows. Outside, I see a front lawn and other houses like a suburban neighborhood. That's also wrong; I live in the city with a parking structure across the street. This improves my lucidity but distracts me. Outside on the lawn, I see a giant TV screen. It's a billboard mounted just a few feet off the ground. There are a few adults throwing a football on the street. I intuitively know they are a news crew from the local TV station. I forget about my clothes and plan. I climb on the bed and try to phase through the window. I get halfway and feel stuck. Oh no!

At this point, my recall is broken and I lose lucidity. I might have woken up and DEILD back. Either way, the dream continues. One of the news crew is now in my room. He's an Asian man with a light blue dress shirt and slacks. He reminds me of a real TV reporter from one of the TV stations in Los Angeles. He apologizes for the billboard and says it won't be there more than three days. He goes on about how important advertising is for his station and who important the suburbs are. As we're talking, he starts standing, then sitting, then laying on the floor near my desk. Then he goes on about how television and entertainment are so important to our culture. He compares it to religion in the time of Jesus. I try to summarize his argument "So, the Internet is the new religion?" He says "Yes, exactly!"

WBTB, trouble falling asleep

Soccer
1107: D. Playing on a soccer team. Maybe a college team. Strict grid system with only one part of slack allowed. I am a controversial new member of the team. I make a play that leads to a goal.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG


23:00 GMT – Sleep

Preparing travel
I’m organizing something, like a travel and comparing different places/venues. I’m on a tall building and then I’m looking through the window because there’s something going on down there on the street.

Kids dancing
I’m with my mom and she’s helping me out with something. We go out and when arriving at her building’s door, a bunch of kids from school next door are putting some show on (actually rehearsing it) in the square in front of school. They are dancing samba in pairs. Strangely my younger cousin J. Is among them, although by now he is already too old for this, but I still see him as a kid. He sees us and feels embarrassed that we also see him.

Vanity
I’m going out with some group of colleagues from school. I see myself in a mirror and I look really cute, with short hair and a blue scarf on my head. Still I take some time to adjust the scarf several times to be just perfect.

3:20 GMT

Scary grandma’s house
I’m with mom at my paternal grandma’s house. We’re taking clothes from the clothesline outside. The weather is changing rapidly and really dark clouds are gathering in the sky above us. It gets really dark as night. My mom points to the bell tower close by, where we see this really creepy dark figure and we comment that maybe he’s some shadow, reflection but also that this place has always been a bit scary – we’re always seeing dark figures and feeling “presences” here. There’s another girl in the house and then a car also arrives and a guy comes out of it. Don’t remember what happens then.


Life and death situations on the mountains
I’m watching this reporter (like live on TV) in a pick up going down some dangerous road, with a cliff on his left side and I think he is not measuring the danger as he drives with only on hand at too high speed for the conditions of that road. Then of course he is thrown off the road, live on TV and everybody thinks he fell down the cliff, but then I’m transported into the place of the action and I realise he was incredibly lucky as the truck got stuck below on some rocks and we was able to get out and escape. Then I also realise he is with his wife and two kids on the truck and I am even more shocked at his irresponsibility.
As I help them climb the cliff and we’re on top of it on the road, we are caught by a flood. It’s not yet too violent, but I see a bus being dragged by the water down the road and I also see this black baby girl in the middle of the way. I just have time to grab her and get her out of the way of the bus. She is so cute and I feel that this family I also just helped will adopt her in the nearby future. Then the kid in my arms becomes just a baby head (although perfectly alive) and I think about that being odd (but not enough to become lucid).

Cat’s guts out
I’m at some hotel room with friends, just settling in. We are reading this place’s rules and it says in summer we must use an outside common toilet instead of the room’s own toilet. We wonder why and think maybe in summer with the heat, it gets smelly and that’s why they advise to use the outside one.
Anyway I go to the toilet and my cat is there. He doesn’t seem well. First he pukes and then his head’s skin starts to open from his left eye, leaving his skull and eyeball exposed. I try to keep it closed but it keeps opening more and more. I’m starting to freak out. Then pus is coming out. Then when the ripped skin is already down his back, his internal organs start bloating and coming out. Still the cat is moving, not looking healthy but also not dying. I somehow don’t accept that this is really happening so another healthy version of the cat appears and I see the two together and realise I’m dreaming. I feel relieved. Then I think about what to do with lucidity and stupidly I wake up.

6:30 GMT – Wake up

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING


23:00 GMT – Sleep

Nothing...

1:15 GMT

Retro building, horny guys and my cat
I am on a building, kind of retro looking, I think on the 2nd floor. My cat is roaming around the room I am in. I even let him go outside the door, although at a certain point I wonder if the front of the building is open and go down there to check (so the cat doesn’t run away). As I go downstairs I find this intermediate floor where there’s a kind of floating stage. I try to figure out what it is but then just jump from there to ground floor. I realise I’m wearing my sexy red pyjama and land in one of two tables where 2 groups of guys are gathered. As I land there graciously, I make this pose of defiant sexy warrior and this has the unintended effect that the guys feel aroused and want to jump on me. I just have time to run to another room and lock me inside. The door has windows and they see me there and try hard to get inside. I realise they will do so eventually but decide not be afraid. [slight feeling I am dreaming] When they finally come inside and harass me, by ignoring them, they just fade away.
Then I conclude the front door was really open and by then my cat is really gone outside. [what an obsession I have for the cat] Then as I wish him to come back a bunch of other cats enter the building, but not my cat. Then I decide to practice detachment and think that for sure he is well and that I should learn to let go. And if something bad happens to him I should not feel guilty, that’s just life.


7:00 GMT – wake up

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
Ugh... This was terrible. Usually when I wake up from a nightmare, I just need to do a nose-pinch reality check to know I'm no longer dreaming and relax. But when I woke up from this one, even though I knew I wasn't dreaming, I just couldn't relax and get my heart rate down from the physical effects of the dream.

I was in a well-lit swim apparel store, minding my own business, looking around at different items. The store was the size of an average kid's bedroom, and had flat, bamboo-like walls and light hardwood flooring. There were racks of different swimsuits and other accessories, and on the wall were suits as well. I was looking up at a grey and blue wetsuit on the wall, a few feet higher than I was tall. I jumped up in a rather slow fashion and got high enough to reach the hook; I floated up there for a few moments as I teased the hook away from the others, then fell back down, landing on my feet.

I turned around and, without paying, left the store. The door was made of the same type of hardwood as the floor, but a bit darker; when I opened it, I walked into the basement of my house I'm currently living in. It was almost pitch-black, but I could still see the shapes of furniture in the gloom. I turned to the left and saw a door open; the room it led to was casting a pale orange light into the dark basement room, lighting me up. I looked around and nothing was illuminated except for me.

I turned around and looked at the door again. Standing there in the entranceway, not moving, was a red fox, a bit smaller than fully grown. It was probably around two feet long and only half a foot high, and had a slightly browner coloration than a normal red fox would have. It looked at me in that instant with an almost menacing glare. I started to walk towards it and as I did, I said, "shoo". "Go away". Lines like that.

Then it bared its teeth and leapt at my left hand, snarling in a frightening, high-pitched sort of way, and started to bite it. I felt pins and needles, numbness, and a bit of pain. I tried to forcefully shake it off, but as I did, I could feel my hand starting to fall off with it. The fox vanished and without looking at my hand, I noticed a small gray kitten sitting in the darkness, now slightly lit up with white light. It snarled and hissed, and leapt at my hand again, tearing it up more.

I woke up.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING


22:50 GMT – Sleep

Game like dream. Can’t recall content.

0:00 GMT

Bus ride to village in distress
Just as two nights before (the hovercraft ride dream), I am on a bus with more people crossing dangerous mountain roads with dangerous manoeuvres from the driver and we almost fall down a cliff. We arrive at this remote village in a valley, surrounded by woods. There was some kind of catastrophe there and the basic services are disrupted. More madness is expected soon, riots and violence. A muscled guy comes and starts orienting us. For some reason he seems to befriend me more than the rest of the group. We come to help and we evaluate the situation sitting on a picnic table outside: we try to evaluate how much food, water and other essential goods there are and how long they’ll last and we realise it won’t last more than 4 or 5 days. Because everything is torn apart, I see this village name plate half covered by debris and the only letters remaining visible say “...have ...fun...” I think this is highly ironic.


Fragment
I’m inside a house, with a big window facing the street. It has something like an advertisement stick on the window and I’m trying to read it on reverse, when some guy outside knocks on the window. He wants to speak to me and seems a bit angry. I exit the place.

Mourning a dying man
I’m now entering a room at my neighbour C. house. Her dad is extremely sick (in some kind of coma) and people are all gathered around him, mourning him, as if he was already dead. Strangely, some of my cousins and even my late grand-grandmother are also there, even if they don’t belong to this family or are alive at all. I feel this is very uncomfortable and wonder if they have no hopes that he gets better? On my way out I meet my dad and he says I have to be more loving towards him because one day he’ll also be lying dead like this guy. Sure, but I already know that, no point in stressing that out!


2:30 GMT

More details of a previous dream
Regarding the mosque lucid dream I had had a few nights before, someone comes in this dream to tell me it is actually surrounded by English-style gardens but doesn’t know anything about sacred stones, only that there was some stone-sculpture exhibition there and that a few days some people gathered there to celebrate some ceremony.

I’m no dancer
I’m on some place where it’s playing music and I feel like dancing. I actually think I’m doing ok, when more people join me. I can tell they are professional dancers and compared to them I’m just not good enough, but I’m having fun, so I don’t care. Then I realise I’m in the middle of some dance class final exam. The teacher comes to me and asks me “Do you think you danced well? and I say that on a professional level, of course not. Then she asks some other dancer “Do you think she danced well?” and he says no. Then she says she rests her case and turns her back on me, like outcasting me. I feel a bit upset. I mean, I know I am just an amateur, but my dancing is not that offensive to anybody’s eyes, no need to be so tough on me. Some fellow dancers show solidarity with me but in the end I say it’s ok, in fact she is right. Then I invite them to come along with me to a Vivaldi concert that will happen on some nearby auditorium.


3:40 GMT

A lucid hot date
I’m with Nighthawk watching tv on the couch on a living room. At first we're apart from each other, but slowly we snuggle with each other, our noses are barely touching each other, we look in each other’s eyes and we kiss. He whispered “My god, it’s so good to kiss you.” and I smiled, my heart thumping. He says ”Marry me.” I don’t know what to say and I say it’s complicated. He knows, he gets up, determined about something. I don't stop him, but seconds later I decide to go after him. On the corridor I remember to do a reality check . I put my hand on the wall and it sinks. I get lucid and for the first time on a lucid dream I actually feel frustrated that it is just a dream but I still decide I want to see how this will go on.
I find him on the next room with Riverstone, who is completely focused on something like a book and holding a cup of tea in his hand. I put my hand on the wall, I make a hole on it and I ask them “Do you know what this means?”. Riverstone looks totally disconnected and doesn’t react. Nighthawk has a misterious smile on his face and I don’t understand what goes on on his mind. I grab a piece of dissolved wall on my hand and pour it into Riverstone cup of tea telling him “This is just a fucking dream!”. He says I’m telling nonsense. I turn to Nighthawk and I say “He is always like this, he never believes me!”. Nighthawk, on the other hand, seems to be understanding exactly what I am talking about. Then he surprises me by replying “Well, I, on the other hand, know for sure this is damn real! I am really here with you!!! And I know we're dreaming!” Really? WOW! I was amazed.
I ask him “How...?” and he continues saying that he doesn’t recall those many dreams, but he does recall a few once in a while and that this might be one of those he will remember. I tell him he must absolutely remember this one!
At this point I realise that Riverstone is no longer with us. I turn to Nighthawk, absolutely thrilled and exhilarated with this totally lucid dream encounter. We smile and we kiss each other again, more passionately. We fall on the bed. I feel delighted with everything. Then his image starts to flicker and we realise he is losing lucidity and waking up. He says “Damn, not yet! I want to stay with you!” and I try to keep him there with me, grabbing him firmly. But he becomes just a blur, a shadow, until he totally disappears, like sand through my fingers. I find myself in this empty room, happy and sad at the same time. I sit on the floor and I stay there for a long time, hoping that he might re-enter the dream. But when I no longer feel the residues of his presence I decide there’s no point in staying longer, so I also wake up.

5:00 GMT

Excursion on the USA
I’m with Riverstone on some excursion in the US. We’re on a bus. A pregnant lady is just sitting in front of us. We’re passing by N.Y. and Riverstone is screaming joyfully every times he sees a landmark he recognizes. Later we’re outside any city, on some road leading to some other totally different place. We find ourselves in a swamp area. We see alligators on water and for some strange reason there’s a black guy swimming bravely among them. I worry for the guy but also comment that is so funny to be seeing alligators as I just had some conversation with someone about alligators during the day.


6:35 GMT

Love letter
I am again on a bus and some stupid guy/kid reads out loud a love letter I wrote to someone else. Although he doesn’t mention my name, he knows it’s mine and I believe everybody else will also know it’s mine. I wonder how he got it and feel terribly irritated. But instead of reacting, I just ignored him. I guessed this way I wouldn’t actually reveal myself and people would be in doubt. Only when the bus stops and we start coming out of it, I step on the guys passage and confront him with his action. I put my finger on his nose and make a threatening look and tell him something that scares him. He looks asian and familiar, but I have no clue who he actually is. He doesn’t like being threatened and tells me “Ok, ok. But why don’t you just tell the guy your feelings?” And I respond “But I did! What do you think that letter served for! I just wonder how you ended up with it in your hands.” He doesn’t confess.


Camp of giant cats
When we get out, we’re in some kind of camp and everybody starts smoking or is coughing. I comment it must be the lung cancer camp and the joke is not well received. Someone scolds me. We walk a bit further and I start to see lots of big houses, like an entire village and the most surprising of it is that I see giant cats looking behind them or inside them. Cool! I don’t kno if the cats are dangerous, but I start taking pictures of these amazing site.
[inspired by the cat sanctuary of this guy in the US, that collects abandoned and wild cats and takes care of them in this lovely sanctuary with tiny houses for the cats, as a real village.It even as a church and a wall-mart.]

8:30 GMT – Wake up

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


23:00 GMT – Sleep

No dreams recalled

1:30 GMT

Late to a movie and cloned cat
I’m with my cousin C. on her car on the way to the movies. It’s late evening and we’re already late. She is speeding and I don’t feel comfortable. I ask her to slow down. Then we really get too late and she ends up dropping me home, no movies.
When I arrive home my cat is now two cats, although the same one. He/they are on top of the table in the living room. Then I notice the window is open and run to shut it – the cat might fall 3 floors if he decides to go for a walk. Then the table is also wobbly and I fear it breaks, so I just grab the cat – only one, the other copy runs away.

2:30 GMT

Stone house
I am seeing this old stone house with Riverstone and Nighthawk. An old guy shows us the property. I don’t know what we’re doing there. The old man then leaves for a while and we start exploring every inch. Nighthawk opens a squeaky, mouldy wardrobe and finds a really old scrapbook. He invites me to sit down and look at it, as I always like this kind of stuff. So we sit down on a small dusty sofa and we start turning the pages. I really didn’t pay much attention to what is was inside. I was more focused on the body heat from the guy by my side, if you know what I mean. Then someone screams with a loud pitch voice through a small window just above our heads. I am cool, no reaction, but Nighthawk freaked out. He gets up abruptly and goes out grumpy. We approach him, making a bit fun of the situation but he is really not in a good mood. I really hate seeing him like that, looses all the charm, so I go out through an opposite door, leading to a terrace. I see the area around for the first time. It’s amazing. There’s a river way down there and a path at my right leading to other part of the village where we are. I then become lucid and instinctively fly down to this road to explore. I look to the sky and the landscape around and I am awed with the brightness and white light that permeates it. But then I look up again to the house, and there are the guys still on the other terrace looking now to me, maybe wondering how I got down there so fast. I realise they are not DC's but are actually sharing a dream with me so I decide not to go explore the dream but to go back and try to lucidify them both – would be awesome!
I fly back and enter the house through the door I came out from. They are inside now. I tell them to go sit that I have something to tell them. They look curious and excited. They go out to that second terrace where I haven’t yet been. They sit at a wooden bench on this terrace. The landscape here is also breathtaking. Everything looks so damn real. For a moment I am in doubt if I am still dreaming – what if this is actually real and I say it’s a dream and they will mock me forever? So I do a reality check, just to be sure. I look at my hands. They look normal, besides being a bit more red than normal. But something goes wrong! “Oh no! I am waking up!” So, I woke up and despite my efforts, I couldn’t come back...

Starting life over and love in the hay stack
For some reason I am Rory from the Gilmore Girls and I fell on water with some other person. It’s night on some port and the situation is dangerous, although I never feel I am in danger. My mom Lorelai is looking for me, screaming for help, but I’m just there and I can get out of water whenever I want. I just decide not to. I think how convenient that everybody thinks I’m dead. This way I can be free and start all over somewhere else.
So I leave myself be taken by the current to a place more down river. I get out and there’s a big storage house, with lots of big machines and I’m not Rory anymore, I’m myself. Then I see police coming. I think they are looking for me but no, there’s some other guy, a criminal, also coming to hide here. What are the chances? I try to hide but realize there’s no time and they will see me. So I decide to lead them to the guy, this way distracting their attention from me. I do so, the guy is arrested and they are so thankful, they don’t ask me any question. I lay down on some hay stack and rest for the night.
Later on, it’s morning and I wake up with the sound of voices. There’s a group of people talking by the door and I spot Nighthawk among these people. Coming from the other dream? He comes to me, holds me, seduces me and asks me if I want to be his girl. I’m delighted and I play along. We’re all mushy mushy, I am enjoying it a lot, but then the dream transforms.

High speed skating and a wild hog
I find myself inside a car, in the driver’s seat. The car is parked on a steep hill and the break fails, so it starts sliding backwards. Yaics, I have to stop it but can’t find the break! I almost hit this group of people walking their dogs, but move the wheel barely missing them, until I finally break. I get out of the car and I go half-lucid. I don’t know where I am and why I went there from this other so pleasant dream, so I decide to have some fun. I put some inline skates and slide down the rest of the hill at high speed. I am having so much fun, I scream of contentment. I pass through a group of youngsters who is sitting on the floor meditating. I feel a bit bad for disturbing them and almost killing them, actually. I remember the face of one black girl in great detail.
The hill ends at the gates of some park. I am trying to see what this park is when a girl with a wild hog on a leash passes by me. I am like “wow” and is everybody else around who is both afraid and fascinated with this scene. People gather around the girl and the wild hog at the gate and I can’t come in. Then a couple asks me if I know if the copy house in front is open or definitely closed. I have no clue but just by looking at it, it looks like it’s not open for a long time. I suggest they look somewhere else.

5:10 GMT

Fetish with traffic
There’s this two couples who like to make love in the traffic. So while one couple drives, the other is usually on the back seat doing it. But the police has already caught them a bunch of times so they came up with this truck with a cabin made of glass walls that you can see to outside but not to the inside and they have a bed there and all – really elaborate stuff just for this fetish thing they have. I am watching them having their way from inside this cabin they are driven along a highway and across a bridge. Weird stuff. I swear I have no fetish of this kind. It reminded me the movie Crash.

Romantic walk becomes crappy
I find Nighthawk again and we’re in the middle of some park. It’s already late evening. I invite him to walk with me, hand in hand and try to find a quiet comfy place to sit and nestle. The walk is being quite nice but then it starts to rain. I don’t care, it is not wetting me, it’s just dream rain. But he doesn’t believe that, he is getting soaked and gets really annoyed. Tells me he wants to leave. Oh boy. Ok, let’s go. We find his mom outside the park and they decide to go have dinner at a restaurant. The dream started to suck.

7:30 GMT – Wake up

Dream date: 8/31/10

Influences: Before bed, had a Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich, as suggested by member (Fuentesico). Also had some sake.

Dream Fragments
-I was walking down the street with someone (can't remember who), and saw Sebastion, a big black talking cat from a youtube video I saw recently, walking by. I said hello, and he just sort of gave me an attitude and kept walking.

-I kept walking and came across a stand with cats available for adoption. peaked behind the stand, and they also had some mice, and a couple human babies mixed in..al of them just rolling around on the floor of the adoption stand. For a better look, she put all the creature in their own clear plastic cups, and strung the cups together on a string and handed it to me. I went through a few series of these (each string had about 15 cups on it)...I'm not sure if I was looking for a cat or a human baby at that point.

-I was at the local industrial club, and the dj was playing good music, but I had to keep telling him to turn it up, since you could barely hear it.

-I had a container full of dead skinks ( a type of lizard). I ate 2 of them, because supposedly they were a form of birth control. The girl that sold them originally was selling them 2 for $5, but changed it to $500 for 5 months worth. Right before I woke up, I was trying to give the skinks back to her, and one of them got out and caught on fire.

(The rest of the night was mostly filled with anxiety, with the wedding coming up in a few months.)

*As a note, I'm not pregnant...