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With mom, going to the post office in what seems to be Lisbon. We cross a pedestrian crossing and I realize everyone is wearing mask but us. She starts to go inside the post office and I tell her we're not allowed inside without it, so better to cover the face with our shirts or something. Then some old lady comes to us in great distress, says something faintly to my mom and falls in her arms. My mom does the Heimmlich maneuver to her a number of times unsuccessfully. She says "maybe my daughter can do it, she is stronger, I can't continue". I do try a bunch of times, but the lady is losing conscience slowly and I am not getting any results. I give up and the post office workers say they are calling paramedics. I am upset only now they think about it. She is dead before they arrive, my mom is inconsolable, recalls the times she successfully saved grandma and other people with this maneuver. I reply maybe whatever was choking this lady was too far deep her throat and there was nothing we could do.
She goes home and I stay in the city. I go have a coffee at a bar, a really cozy place. I sit at a table by the window, sipping my coffee and writing down notes on a notebook, when I notice a guy in a table in front of me, listening to music and uttering the lyrics to himself. When he sees me looking, he thinks I am interested, so he starts flirting and singing the lyrics audibly. The song is very flirty too, so I get what he is doing, I find it really cheesy. I ignore him. But he keeps doing it and then he engages directly in conversation, asking me out. I reply coldly that I am not interested and he reacts like typically guys like him do: he can't understand why I possibly wouldn't want to go out with him and he insists and says I will eventually come around and realize what I am losing. I go outside, but I see a couple guys I know going his way, so I wait behind the door to hear what they have to say. One of them tells him I am tough to get, that they to have a crush on me and have been trying to get something from me since ever but we just have a cordial amity. They tell him from where I am, in case he wants to find me more often. I resent they did that, but at least they didn't give him my exact address.
I go away and by chance I find Tania sitting at a booth outside some nearby building, where I guess there will be some kind of event and she is checking people in. She is distracted with something and I touch something that is on the counter, like leaflets or tickets, trying to get some more info about what she is up to, and that's when she notices me. She is glad to see me, doesn't tell me what it is she is doing there, but she has a laptop or small tv screen playing black and white movie and she invites me to watch a Charlie Chaplin movie with her there. I tell her I am not so much in the mood.

Morning of May 16, 2015. Saturday.



My wife and family and I are on some sort of tour where we visit different movie studios as well as at least one television studio. Mostly, modern ghost stories are being filmed. We do go to one set that seems to be a soap opera about doctors having affairs with their patients. Every now and then, a “key” scene is being filmed where an unidentified person runs in front of the camera and later something horrifying supposedly happens (though no horror is ever actually seen).

At one point, the “person running past the camera” becomes annoying and the set mood fairly boring (even though most of the sets are somewhat dark and mysterious). At the soap opera set (which is well-lit), as a male doctor is professing to a female patient about how much he loves her, a shadow darts past the camera and the director screams “Cut!” and throws the script to the floor and tells whoever it is that they are at the wrong studio set. The shadow seems to cower and is seen (on a featureless wall) walking on tiptoes for a time.

Many more scenes are filmed in various so-called horror films where a shadowy figure runs in front of the camera (just as in reality where almost every movie I have seen over the past several years has at least one scene where someone runs in front of the camera, which has become more and more hilarious over the past year, causing my wife and I to laugh out loud every time it happens).

Eventually, I absentmindedly shout “Hey, who are you?” (though there is no discernible lucidity behind my potentially bold imposing query) and Charlie Chaplin steps out from behind a wall. Very oddly (in the highest awareness and “energized” rendering), I get an impression, as he approaches, of a quivering chihuahua (as if the dog was afraid of being punished for making a mess on a rug). He also appears to be dropping crumpled-up bits of paper as if trying to find what note is relevant to his present role of running past a particular camera. He never speaks.

Someone says something about the “scariest movie ever” and I start swearing, asking how a movie could be scary as it is just a moving image on a screen a fair distance from the viewer. Charlie starts holding his index finger vertically to his lips, as a librarian does to “shush” the patrons. This seems to be because I am using too many swearwords as well as being too loud.

Charlie puts on a pair of fake bunny ears and runs past the camera once again. There is a loud scream and the sound of something metallic falling, possibly a spotlight. I start slapping my knees and laughing.

Jan 10, 2013

Dream:

It's in the middle of the night, I'm standing in the kitchin and it's dark outside while the light is on inside so I can pretty much just see the reflection of myself when I look out the window. I think I'm on my way to the bathroom or going to grab some food from the fridge (I've walked this exact route so many times I can actually walk it with closed eyes, tried and tested).
As I'm walking I get this feeling, like someone is watching me, so I look out the windows and I see a dark silhuet standing just outside, but I can't see it properly so I switch off the lights and look out the window again. As I look into two tiny black demon like eyes my heart starts beating faster and I'm having a hard time breathing. I'm struck by a loud high pitched noice. It's so loud that I'm deafened by it and I'm literally paralyzed for what feels like an eternity but in reality was more like seconds. My eyes are locked with the eyes of this creature. It feels like I'm getting drawn into the bottomless void that is it's eyes and I'm filled with stress and anxiety. It's as if I'm about to burst.
But then with a snap of the fingers I'm freed from it's grasp as it turns away from me and start walking. My angst is instantly relieved to some extent and I can move again though with great effort as my body is still weary and I have to lean against the kitchen table to remain on my feet.
The entety has seems to have grown smaller only about a few feet high and it seems confused or panicy like it is just as afraid of me as I am of it. It doesn't move in a straight line and it moves weird. It seems as if it can't bend his legs and it's arms are stiff down the sides. The way it moves actually resemble the way a penguin would move. A vicious demon penguin of evil anyway.
It's dressed like Chapin so i guess 'it' must be a 'he' and his head is completely unproportionate. It's huge compared to the body. The head alone makes it for atleast one third of his height. His face looks as if it where painted on, he looks very old with long wrinkles like the rings on a tree stub. He has a blank expression on his face and pale skin.
I'm still having trouble breathing properly, the pitched noice is still there and my hearth is still pulsing through the roof.
I'm trying to yell out to this demonic midget or whatever it is, but I can't. I'm yelling so hard that my chest is getting sore but no sound escapes my mouth. My efforts are brought to a halt as the noice increases in volume, louder than ever. My hearth is pounding away faster and faster for every second and I seem to lack the ability to breath. My legs are tremblind beneath me and i seem to be on the verge of a collapse as the creature turns around slowly. I stare helplessly at it as I'm paralyzed once more. At the moment where our eyes are locked the noice, my breathing, my hearth, everything just explodes everything becomes a dark blur as I in my bed.


Notes:

As I woke up I was breathing really fast and my pulse was definelty faster than usual. Though I realized pretty much instantly that it had just been a dream so i closed my eyes quickly and relazed all my muscles to try and recollect the dream. I seemed to remember some fragments of an earlier dream that night aswell. Namely it seemed like Charles 'the Demon Midget' Chaplin had been haunting me in an earlier dream aswell. All I could see though was a flashing image of 'Chaplin' on a brighter background. Could have been my imagination i guess.

I haven't had a nightmare since i was a kid, and much less have I actually woke up from one. (as far as i can remember)
I used to have nightmares somewhat often and i was scared of the dark and everything. I can't honeslty say that I don't feel weird about darkness anymore though I'm easely supressing any weird feelings with logic. I have often experienced my fantasy making me imagine there would be someone watching me at exactly the spot Chaplin 'the Demon Midget' was standing at (just about a yard from the kitchen window). But again I've had no problems brushing it off as mere fantasy.

I have never had very good dream recall as far as I can remember, but then again i don't remember much from when i was a kid. I never remember more than maybe 1 dream each month.

That is why I was and am focusing on gaining a good dream recall before trying seriously for lucidity.

This dream occured after about 2 hours of sleep on the very first night that i attempted to do anything about my dreams.
I had been researching a lot on lucid dreaming and I was very intent to at the very least recall a dream that night. I also tried to perform a WILD, knowing I would probably fail. And sure i did fail but I had some very interesting hypnogogia before i fell asleep. Furthermore i had set my phones alarm to 4:30 am to attempt the WBTB tecknique.

I suppose it the sum of all this preperation and my state of mind that caused me to have this extremely vivid dream.
By far the most vivid dream I remember. The fact that I hardly ever recall my dreams (even when I do recall dreams they are more like fragments and certainly not very vivid) and the fact that it caused me to wake up (a thing no dream has done to me for several years) all made me truly believe that lucidity is very much possible for me.

This made me sign up here on dreamviews, cause now I'm officially working towards my first lucid dream!

ps. I've uploaded a web cam photo of the drawning I made of Chaplin. ( keep in mind it was drawn at about 1:30 am )

pps. Sorry if there are any spelling or grammar errors. The text is too long for me to look through at the moment. Maybe I'll revisit it later to correct errors.

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