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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...

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


23:30 GMT - Sleep

Friends visiting and kid gets hurt
I’m in a home I feel it’s mine but only has some similarities to my real home. I’m at the balcony, that in reality is on a 3rd floor but in the dream it looks like 1st floor and has direct access by stairs to the street. In front, instead of other buildings there is a huge landscape with green hills and sparse houses. At distance I see a group of friends, but i can only recall who was one of them (H.E.). They see me and we wave at each other. They decide to come to visit me. We express lots of joy when we meet, but then they surprise me by saying they’ve been there before when I was not present. I ask “really?” and they say “Sure, and A.G. even stayed behind. Didn’t you see him inside the house?” I was embarrassed thinking that he might have been hiding and saw me undress and talking to myself. But then they say they are just kidding and I say it wasn’t funny.
Later at dawn there’s a big fuss going on under my balcony, on the street. I go look and apparently some kid had an accident while playing and is losing a lot of blood – it seems he cut or lost his ear, but I’m not sure. An ambulance is already coming and lots of people are taking care of him, so I decide to close the window and go inside. But I think my action didn’t please my neighbours and I hear them saying nasty things, like I don’t care if the kid is ok or not.

Cat possessed by a spirit
The next day I receive a visit from my dad, my two uncles and one aunt. They are on the kitchen that connects directly to the living room. It then that I realise this house is actually much more like the beach house of a friend of mine. On the living room I find my black cat but with him are two other cats and the most striking is that one of these cats which is also black, he’s a bit old and has some injuries, namely one ear missing (what a coincidence – a cat-dream-reincarnation of the kid of the dream-night before).
When the visitors leave, then something surreal happens. In the living room I find this demon or spirit which I can only sense but not really see. He is cloud-like and when in contact with it I feel it’s intentions. I just have time to grab a plastic bag and close it very tight (cool, catching spirits with a bag, reminds me of Ghostbusters). As if it was some insect, I decide to take it outside and then close all my windows so it won’t come inside again (silly). But when I arrive at my second balcony on the back of the house, there’s an helicopter landing on it and with all this commotion going on, I realise I left the spirit out of the bag.
I run the house looking for it and I find my cat, possessed by the spirit! He looks demonic and ready to cause some damages. But with love and patience I approach the cat and I think I calm him down (don’t remember more.)

Brussels on a hurry
I was in Brussels, inside a taxi and upset that this time I had no time at all to enjoy it. I was passing an avenue and saw the theatre/opera which strangely looked more like Berlin than Brussels, but ok. I was thinking of some invitation from friends who were going to see a play and I couldn’t go because I was on my way to the airport, already leaving. Even the hotel where I stayed was amazing and I had no time to stop and simply enjoy it. I was sad and a bit frustrated. [I am actually going there next month, so we’ll see if it’s just work and no enjoyment or not.]


2:00 GMT – 1st waking

Undefined
As soon as I move to write it down, it fades. I vaguely remember looking at some charts with hollow olive-green circles and something about magic.

4:00 GMT – 2nd waking

Talking about gurus and peeing myself
I met my high school girl friends, with whom I don’t speak for so long. There’s a huge distance (emotionally speaking) separating us and they are talking with each other, excluding me from the conversation. Until I hear them talking about their spiritual journeys and realise that L. is very interested in my guru, although she has no clue he is my guru. I tell her and this breaks the ice. She wants to know more. We hang around a bit and then head to a toilet - I go to the toilet every night, probably because I really go to the toilet every night in RL. The toilet seat is very high and when sitting there I pee all over the place because I can’t sit straight on this thing – it’s embarrassing! A cleaning lady comes at the right time and I tell her it was not my fault. She is aware of the toilet problem and even helps me, showing me a shower where I can clean myself. Then I finally leave the toilet with my friends, but it’s not easy because meanwhile a huge crowd of ladies is going in and out of it. (What a stupid dream...)

War (again)
I’m with my friend R. (from the previous group of girl friends) in a trench. She is dressed in military uniform from WWII with one of those metal helmets on her head. Behind us is a tank shooting at some wall in front of us. My friend is getting to adventurous and gets out of the trench heading to this wall. Not only she is danger because of the enemies, but she is on the way of our own bombs. I see she has some idea but I have no clue what could be. I see the bombs exploding closer and closer to her I also get out of the trench and move towards her to get her back in a safe place when one bomb falls right by her side and we are projected in the air. Magically none of us get seriously hurt and then I hear some off-voice commentating that in reality this wouldn’t be possible and explaining all the physics behind it to prove his point. (I felt I was inside a war documentary.)

Reptilians
I was with my parents at the airport. I had just arrived from somewhere (probably Brussels, from that other dream before). We were sitting on a cafeteria, talking, and I had this itch in my eye that was getting worst and worst. I looked on some mirrored surface what was going on and I had this awful irritation. After a while my iris was all black and I had this internal jelly-like extra lid - like cats have. I thought it looked like I had reptilian eyes, but I didn’t say anything, because my father would not understand or would think I’m crazy. But he left the table for a while and I told my mother what was on my mind. She then told me she had had the same exact problem a few days before and it occurred to her the same exact idea. No way! Then we were discussing that maybe we are reptilians without knowing and about if that would even be possible. I mean, this would prove that they aren’t all evil heartless cold blooded creatures, but that they are actually normal people or that many of us are actually unknowing reptilian-human hybrids!

Two dreams intertwined, soup kitchen and a stalker
I’m still with my parents at the airport but nobody is coming to serve at the cafeteria. My father comes back and tells us that we must go to a desk on the opposite side from where we were to get the food. It happens that this was in fact a soup kitchen for the poor. Then I had two dreams overlapping and I was two characters at the same time, with different stories – my own RL and some DC.
So I was on the queue to get the food when some girl putting potatoes on the plate found strange that I was there and asked me if I was really poor. I said I wasn’t starving but that I was a single working mom and my baby was staying with his grandma and that we had food but we also needed to save money for other expenses with the baby and I had in fact got stamps from the social services to eat there. Although none of this is true in my real life, I wasn’t truly lying. I could actually see the baby in my mind and know that he existed in my life and the story was real. But at the same time I had doubts – didn’t I just arrived by plane from somewhere? Wasn’t I here with my parents? The girl believed me and went back to get even more potatoes.
Then I notice a guy leaving the queue and exiting the place. He tries to do it unnoticed but I have a glimpse of him and I recognise him as this guy that stalked me for some time (in RL). He knows me (the real me) and I got scared that he knows I’m not poor 8the me that’s not poor, I mean) and he probably is feeling upset to hear my dream me telling this story that for him isn’t true. I imagine that he is waiting me outside somewhere to hurt me. Or maybe he knows my new address and is there lurking, waiting my arrival. I feel worried and try to get company to go home with me.


5:40 GMT – 4th waking

Lucid in the city and Goldberg machine!
I’m walking in a city, it looks like Lisbon, but could be anywhere. I pass in front of a grocery store and they have those supermarket freezers with no doors on the sidewalk. I think “what a waste of energy” and stop to look at the leafy green vegetables and salad dressings they have on it. Then for some reason I become lucid. Oh well, what am I going to do?, maybe fly. I fly around the city, really trying to shock the DC, but as usual, they don’t find it strange that I’m flying and I get bored. Let’s try something I’ve never done before: fireballs in my hands. I make a wish, I visualise, I do my best, but nothing comes out, just a bit of smoke. I feel frustrated and try harder. This time a new set of fingers grow in the palm of my hand, imitating a flame, which is very funny and original but clearly not what I had in mind. I shake it away and they are gone. Before I lose lucidity I decide to fly a bit more, this time to above the city, to see the world from up there as I’ve done before. Unfortunately this night I’m not managing to fly much higher than the city buildings and taller trees. Luckily on top of a tree I find a wooden platform and discover a whole circuit between the trees and city buildings, made of platforms, suspended bridges, ropes and lianas and I decide to follow it. Not only it might be amusing, but I wonder if by doing it it will help me loose these fears of doing it in RL. At some point it even get dangerous, because I have to cross some place with high-voltage wires just hanging on ropes – I start to forget that it’s just a dream and feel a bit fear. Then I end up in front of this amazing 3-storey high box-like construction and wonder what it is. I figure out it is some kind of Goldberg machine and equate if I go inside it or not, when some chair falls down and the whole thing starts to fall apart – jets of water, hanging objects falling, etc. Three guys, laughing their asses off and all wet, come out of it. They were inside it and had lost the game. It was a team game: they had to solve some kind of puzzle, but as they go on, they start running out of options and one wrong movement can start the machine, ending the game. Apparently they were there for hours, thinking about the next move, when one made the wrong move, collapsing it. All of a sudden, puzzles and chess games look so démodé. Then I can't keep the dream on and I wake up.

6:55 GMT – Wake up

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I have been having the possibility to sleep longer, which compensates the constant awakenings during the night to write down my dreams. Still, I feel a bit tired as sometimes I wake every hour or so. My wish to recall dreams is programming my mind to wake up frequently to record them.


23:00 GMT - Sleep

Work meeting
I’m at a meeting. Tables form a hollow square and I just sit in the first available place as I’m late and it already started. It’s an NGO meeting arranged by one of my former bosses. There’s some important reason why I was invited, but I can’t recall. He sees me arriving and feels a bit disturbed. Then a gap.

Feeling sick
All of a sudden I am sitting in a small table with food. There was someone else sitting with me but not anymore. I am on a hurry and I eat fast. Then I feel extremely sick and feel like puking. I run to the toilet, it is disgustingly filthy, but I want to puke, so who cares. When about to do it, I get better and don’t arrive to do it. Two ladies that were on the toilet ask me if I’m pregnant. I say I don’t think so and that I’m just sick. Then it looks like everything is balancing back and forth and I wonder if I’m on a boat. Then a girl appears (maybe she was with me before?) supposedly to help me but just says some mockery about me being sick.

3:06 GMT

Thoughts about having a baby
Maybe following the previous dream in which someone asked me if I was pregnant, I remember some dream in which I was thinking/considering or imagining myself having a baby. It was more a thought than a dream.

Priest and a talent show
Very sketchy dream that I feel it was going on for some time but I only recall that a lady was being invited by a priest to come to Rome for a show. First I felt that this lady was my mother, but the content of the dream doesn’t match her in anything. He was looking for someone with a special talent to star on some fairground show and this lady was very colourful and musically talented. Then he reinforced the invitation saying he wanted her to be there not for just one show, but indefinitely. Weird that a priest would also be a talent hunter...

4:08 GMT

Politician
Just recall that I was trying to reach some politician and someone helps me getting inside the parliament or congress and I’m on the corridors looking for the right office.

Mom ironing
My mother is ironing some clothes and the cat wants to play with her.

Award ceremony
Some award ceremony scene, like the Oscars.

Visit to aunt and my mom’s cat
I park my car under a bridge close to my aunt’s I. home (where I don’t go since a teenager). It’s night and it’s a creepy place, so I keep my eyes very open to eventual robbers behind the pillars. A lady seems distressed about some cat she thinks is in trouble, not able to descend from a roof. I go to the place to check but after a while the cat jumps down, so all’s fine. Then I keep going and see my mother close to my aunt’s garage door, our meeting point. She also brought her cat with her, which I don’t think it’s such a good idea. It’s a crazy unpredictable cat that gets scared at anything. But she says she’s taken him for a walk before and I trust her. The problem is that the cat decides to hit the middle of the road and I see cars coming. I freak out and run to shoo him away from the road. He does and hides under something on the other side. After the cars pass I go get him and he is so scared that he is totally peaceful and sweet – usually he is like a Tasmanian devil ) It was nice to cuddle him, even if it is only possible in dreams, LOL.

6:00 GMT

City of museums
I’m going down a street with my mother in some foreign country and unknown city. This particular street is amazing, with dozens of museums of art, antiques, archaeology. Impressive buildings. We decide we can’t visit them all but at least the last one on the street catches our attention. It’s modern art and inside I remember see this big mosaic pictures representing the elements of the periodic table. I remember clearly the Pb one (a clear derivation from a conversation I had the day before, about an ass as heavy as lead, LOL). At the museum shop there were for sale cute wind up toys and I try one out, breaking the coil spring inside. I try to fix it but it only gets a little better. I behave badly and try to get away with it, but a friend of mine comes out of nowhere and picks the same toy to try it out. I fear she is going to figure out I broke it, but she doesn’t say anything. I still feel guilty and when leaving a security guy blocks me and my mom’s exit. But of course it wasn’t because of the toy – he had seen her taking pictures with flash and also we were carrying backpacks, which is not allowed in the museum (somehow at the entrance they had failed to check that). But that’s all and we leave.

7:19 GMT

Freaky countryside pension with a secret
I’m staying at a countryside pension, a very old looking and typical construction but I don’t know of which country. Small wooden doors and windows and very low roof which I realise it’s because the house goes below ground level, so we need to descend some stairs to get inside. When we enter we go directly to the kitchen which is also like common/living room, large and spacious. To go to the rooms section we need to climb 2 or 3 steps at the right side close to the back of the room.
I feel I am here as part of a group of tourists/excursionists and everybody left already. The owners are also leaving and closing everything behind them. But for some reason (I don’t remember what had happened before) I am suspicious of something going on and I want to go inside the house when they’re not there.
So they leave and I go back and get to enter the place. But all of a sudden the lady owner appears, with very menacing look on her face. She wants to know what I am doing there. I say my backpack is too heavy and that I came back to leave a few things behind or I won’t be able to hike around all day as expected. She weighs my backpack just to check if I’m not lying with all my teeth, but luckily the thing is really heavy and I take a few things out and leave them on the kitchen table. I leave.
Some other day I was in the room with my boyfriend and we start kissing passionately. I throw him on the floor and want to make love to him, but behind the door there are lots of voices and I know someone might enter the place at any moment, so I refrain myself.
On even some other day I am finally alone in the place, waiting for some fellow guests to arrive and I open the door for them. I guess I finally found what I was looking for because I am drawing a scheme of this symbol that I guess I found somewhere and means something important. It’s like a 3-leafed clover and the top leaf has a heart inside it and there are things written inside every leaf. That’s all I can remember, because it was too detailed.

8:00 GMT – Wake up

My mom, Uncle Nick, and I had dinner at a restaurant. As I was expecting, my Uncle Nick ordered a pretty expensive drink. Next thing I know, I'm in a big city in Molokai (which is strange because in real life, Molokai is only made up a few towns and not many people.) There were bridges, skyscrapers, the whole deal. The next scene I remember, I'm back in the house I previously lived in, in New York. My mom and I put our cat Chanel on top of these strange large sheets of paper, each dedicated to a specific Hawaiian Island. She walked around on them, and it seemed to make it feel like she was actually walking on the island itself. I didn't want her walking all over Lanai so I took her off of it. I got out of the house and walked across the street, and I noticed a semi-secretive watch-house, which has cameras pointing directly at my house. I did not feel comfortable entering, so I moved on to the next house, which happened to be Carol's house... I walked in and I saw tons of my friends from here (Hawaii) inside. I was curious as to why so many were in there, turns out, some billionaire was in the house. I saw him, but I didn't go crazy over it. Then all of a sudden, someone asked where Carol's mailbox is, so I mentioned that it was to the right of the driveway. Then all of a sudden, some kid starts nagging on me about how I made these YouTube videos in 3rd grade about geography lessons and they were boring. Later, I log on my computer and I see that there actually are geography videos I made on YouTube, and also another video with some of my friends saying "Hi!" Then I realized that I left my Sidekick cell phone in Carol's house 3 years ago, so I ran back in and I checked under one of the chair cushions.. sure enough, there it was! The internet loaded up right away, and I was worried that my parents would be charged for the bill. Next door to Carol's house was an Ice Cream Shop. I went with one of my friends, and immediately walked out after seeing how unpleasing the ice cream looked. Later on, I was in an arcade (I don't remember how or why I came here) and I decided to play DDR. I start playing, and some song is already preselected, and it's DIFFICULT. I did terrible and failed on the last few arrows pretty much, and some kids were making some side-comments. So, I started the game again, and I played Fantasy by Melissa (on heavy) but I forgot to speed up the arrows. Now it was very difficult, because the arrows just came in cluttered groups, but for some reason.. I hit all of the arrows. My feet were moving rapidly on all of the arrows, and I was doing great. But for some reason, I was hitting most of them early, and it was counting them.

I've been really, desperately wanting to try the whole CAT method for a few months now, it seems relatively easy in that my whole day doesn't need to be completely consumed with lucid dreaming and reality checks.

In reality it is a lot, lot harder to get up so early. And I should know this. I have tried for years to get up earlier, to no avail. I was driving home from work today, though, listening to a Brian Tracey speech and one of the things he said was:

Determine what it is you want, and determine the price that you are willing to pay to get what you want...

Well, I guess that's it. If I'm still thinking about lucid dreaming after all this years of little to no success, obviously I want it. The question now is that if the price to pay for having lucid dreams is achieving it with the CAT method: am I willing to pay that price in getting up early?

Getting up as early as many people do anyway?

Okay, well, here goes nothing. I commit myself to getting up at 6:30am tomorrow, lucidity here I come...

10/18/2009

Red Dragon Tattoo

I'm at the tattoo parlor and I'm talking to someone about a piece and I see a mural on the wall and they said it was about that big. (I know, makes none sense.) Then I hear my sister calling me from another room. I run to a back room and yell at her to leave me alone, then I get on the phone and text maybe to update Twitter (which I don't use, but Andrea does) or Facebook that Red Dragon Tattoo is a madhouse.

Mexican Wedding Cookies

I'm walking around somewhere in a downtown-ish area in what seems to be another country abroad. I walk into this side door off the street and find that it's a bakery. I look into all the display cases one by one to find something to eat. (I'm really not a big fan of pastries and sweet stuff anyway.) I see against a wall a display of donuts, but I don't want them. Then I see a guy behind the counter making something. I tell him I want some Mexican wedding cookies. At the same time I say this another guy is telling the guy behind the counter the exact same thing! So the guy makes some for us and I taste one. It's like cinnamon sugar. (I've never had a Mexican wedding cookie in my life.) I take my bag of them and dip out of the bakery and into another place. I hide the cookies in a drawer and Andrea comes in. I tell her there's a surprise in the drawer for her. I'm really pleased that I got her these cookies because they're her favorite.

Crazy Cat

(I've been complaining a lot lately that my kitten Charlie doesn't like me.) I'm in a neighborhood that seems like my parent's neighborhood. I'm at someone's door talking to them and I look into their yard and it's not grass, it's all plants like Pansies and other assorted plants... but they haven't blossomed yet. I have no idea what this nondescript person and I were talking about, but then I go into the backyard to chase this cat I see. I pick him up and he's all lovey dovey, then he gets crazy mad at me and jumps out of my arms and runs away. (Andrea said to me that someone else Twittered that they had the same dream last night, too... peculiar.)

Jay on the Phone

(This was Andrea's dream last night... she thinks I may have been talking in my sleep about this and that's why she dreamed this. She thought for sure my phone was ringing all night!) She's in the bedroom and she hears me on the phone yelling at my friend Jay that he'd better do his homework because I'm not going to do it for him and it took me eleven hours to do it!!! (I told Jay and he said "lol tell her she may not have been dreaming! This weekend I had Thursday and Friday off school for fall break and have been doing mad amounts of Spanish homework, so my theory is that the 11 hours figure came from Andrea subconsciously counting how long I was doing homework for. Call me crazy, but I think it's possible.)