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I'm new to posting Dream Journal entries here, so if any aspect of this isn't correct, let me know!

Now, onto my first entry:

I and two friends, Chuck and Reg, were being chased down a seemingly endless stairwell by a "Tank," the muscular, hulking type of zombie from the "Left 4 Dead" video-games. We ran down the stairs for some time before suddenly hitting the bottom and entering a mall. At this point the pursuit of the Tank zombie behind us became somewhat secondary in my thoughts as I noticed an ad being played for an animated film that was, strangely, a crossover sequel to the cartoon movies "The Little Mermaid" and "The Pebble and the Penguin" and including a number of the "Disney Princess" characters.
Suddenly Chuck, for some reason, launched a massive broadsword at me that hit a nearby bulls-eye and barely missed me. He seemed to be attempting to hurt and bother me for fun all of a sudden. As I attempted to escape he "trapped" me in a crowd by somehow causing everyone to abruptly perform a Bollywood musical number, and I was caught up in the chaotic yet choreographed-style movements of those around me amidst blaring Bollywood music coming from everywhere.
I noticed my dad among the dancers as well and we escaped the dancing and entered a book store, possibly a Border's or Walden's. Inside, I found myself suddenly searching for "Venus in Furs," a book I've heard of but never read and of which I have only a vague knowledge. Some time after this I awoke.

American Psycho Playground
0524: I am in what seems to be a school playground in the middle of nowhere. Sandboxes, grassy areas, pull-up bars, chain-link fences, and so on. Christian Bale from American Psycho is here, chasing me and other people. Somehow he gets stabbed and falls to the ground. He calls an ambulance. The rest of us run and hide behind cover. He can't move but he's still throwing sharp things like knives and and pencils. One almost hits me. He is covered in blood. I'm not very afraid though. Just cautious to dodge the projectiles.

short WBTB, just long enough to drink a glass of water with a B-complex supplement

fragment
In bed, notice the nearby electrical outlet. It's making a noise like running water. I remove the plug from the top outlet and move it to the bottom, thinking that will somehow help.

fragment
My mother is in the next room. I overhear her talking to herself. She says that I was talking in my sleep.

Vivid Lucid With Some Tasks
Method DILD (prospective memory), DEILD
Lucidity B
Vividness A
Control B
1134: Begin recall in my bathroom. The light is off and the door is open. Dim morning light coming through my bedroom window. I remember my own advice to look at my hands and count my fingers. At first they appear normal but I stare at them for a moment. A finger on my left hand starts to look distorted and wavy. Bingo, I must be dreaming. I also notice the orientation of the bathroom is backwards compared to the real one.

I walk out the bathroom, through my bedroom, and on into the living room. There I see my father laying on the ground between the couch and coffee table. He's wrapped in a robe, like he's sick. I ask him a question, but move on. I peek in my roommate's room, but he's not there. I haven't stopped to think of a plan, so I'm just wandering aimlessly.

I exit the front door and find myself in an unfamiliar stairway. I go down one flight and pass by two young women. I think I said to them: "Oh, you're pretty, and so are you." They are carrying piles of clothes. I reason that they are moving in to the building. I stop on the landing of the floor below. It's covered with boxes and more clothes everywhere. I say aloud: "Wow, this place is really messy." Then I think: Wait, this is my place. It is my own dream in my own mind. Maybe the mess is symbolic. I pick up some of the clothes to get a closer look. They are actually neatly folded. I say aloud: "I guess I like my place like this." I'm not sure what I meant by that.

Now I exit the building and find myself in yet another unfamiliar setting. The building I was in is at the top of a rather steep hill. I am looking down a narrow street that goes down the hill with buildings, trees, and alleys on either side. It's only wide enough for foot traffic, no cars. I'd guess it looks a bit like San Francisco more than Los Angeles. Anyway, it's bright day and many people are on the street, going in and out of shops and sitting at cafe patio tables.

About half way down the hill, there is an awning that catches my attention. I think to fly and land on it. I start to fly but sputter and lose height. I land under the awning. I sit down at a cafe patio table. Also at the table is a young man with dark brown "bedhead" hair and a scraggly beard. In a hip way, not an ugly way. He's holding an Amazon Kindle. He's talking to a nearby waitress. Neither of them see to notice my presence.

Dream fades. I DEILD back.

I'm back at the same cafe patio. The man with the Kindle stands up and walks away, never having noticed me. I stand up and now have more lucidity and control. I walk to the middle of the street and look around, thinking of what to do. I'm a bit distracted as I notice a older woman standing at a podium nearby. Maybe the hostess of a restaurant. Or maybe she's selling something. I snap back into focus and remember a few tasks. Meditate. Hmm. Risky. I decide I'm not ready for that. Laugh. I can do that. I enjoy a big loud "HA HA HA!" in the middle of this busy street. Everyone stops and turns to look at me. The noisy chatter turns dead quiet. Am I embarrassed? No, surprisingly.

Now I have everyone's attention. What next? Cry and pick a fight. Not sure why I thought of these two things together. I look around the crowd and pick out the biggest, meanest guy. He's a tall, wide, Samoan-looking guy. I look up at him and taunt him with a childish "Boo hoo!" crying gesture. Then I punch him in the face with a right hook. He punches back but I block with my left arm and counter with another right. He tries a few more times but I block and counter-punch again and again. He swings once more, loses his balance and falls. I place one leg on him, like I'm posing on top of a mountain.

I start to think what to do next, but the dream fades.

(My recall has been shit, lately. Really nothing but a few fragments, here and there.)

12/21/2010
Fragment
All I remember is some kid drinking from the bottle of vodka that was on my desk.



12/22/2010
Fragment
I was on a ship that was being rocked by massive waves. Standing on the deck, holding on for dear life, I was being relentlessly tossed back and forth, while someone looked on, from the shore (or a rock formation or something).



12/23/2010
Fragment
I was discussing the Saw series, with my mom. She didn't understand the plot of the movie(s), and I was telling her about Jigsaw, and his twisted sense of "justice," as his reason for doing the things that he did.



12/24/2010
Fragment
I was hanging out with J and her ex boyfriend. J and I were really close, and were sitting on the floor, hugging on each other. They were together in the dream, though, and her boyfriend (also a good friend of mine) wasn't to happy about it. He made it a point to get between us and space us out a bit.



12/26/2010
Fragment
Something about being on a boat/dock at night with friends...and gun-play. I dunno.



12/27/2010
Fragment
I remember being lucid, and looking at my hands to stabilize the dream. The topography of my hands had dark patches on them that were kind of swirling around, slowly, like the blots on Rorshach's mask, in Watchmen. At one point, I sunk my arm into a wall, up to about my elbow, and pulled it back out. I vaguely remember walking across a short body of water, my feet just barely sinking, about an inch or so, beneath the surface. I also vaguely remember having sex, and then standing on a structure, over top of the chick, and trying to recall the events of the dream so that I don't forget when I wake up.

(But, unfortunately, I forgot. )



12/28/2010
Fragment One
All I remember is having a bo staff spar with someone. I believe we were under a set of bleachers, and some kind of event.


Fragment Two
Todd and I had passes to actually be down on the launch pad, watching the shuttle being readied for launch. There was a set of chairs, for a small audience, set up in the pit, right beneath the boosters, and we were just looking on as the crew made the final preparations.

There was a TV set up, off to our left, which was showing some show about the safety of the workers, showing footage of exactly what these guys do, and how meticulous they are about procedures. It also, however, showed what happens to the shuttle crew while they are in space, and the guidelines they have to follow, up there, as well. I remember a section on oxygen supply, and it showed an astronaut's suit pressurizing, and his head exploding, inside of his helmet. It was pretty graphic; a quick splash of red just popping outward and coating the glass bubble.

After preps were made, we went out to a safe distance, to watch the actual launch. I pulled out my phone, and was video recording the entire walk - from directly beneath the boosters, all the way out to where the rest of the crowd was - not wanting to miss a bit of it.

I vaguely remember watching the launch, but don't really remember any details of it. Later in the dream, though, we had taken a four-wheeler and were riding around areas of the space center that we weren't supposed to be in, being chased by personnel.



12/29/2010
Fragment
All I really remember is being with a chick and the two of us having to run away from a pair of UPS(like) trucks, which had chain-guns in the back, and were firing at us. We then went to some house and had sex on the floor.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED


3:00 GMT

Gore nightmares
I had a long night of really gore nightmares. I didn’t made a huge effort to recall them, because they were so bloody uncomfortable, but some images were just carved in my memory.
First I recall being forced to watch some guy being tortured to death. A group of men crushed and shredded his limbs and while he was being hanged from somewhere, they were plucking bits of flesh and bone slowly from him, to prolong the excruciating pain. I recall making an effort to wake up from this awful dream but not being able to do so right away.
Later I recall being chased by some guys – possibly the same ones, from whom I had escaped – and they are trying to kill me with an axe. I’m inside some barn, jumping fences and what have you. They hit some innocent guy (caught in the middle) in the chest with the axe, which explodes in a shower of blood. I then fight one of the guys and get his axe from him. Then I’m forced to defend myself by using it against them. I feel really bad for using so much violence, but I see no other solution. I cut some arms and legs and kill or mortally wound them all. Then I don’t recall anything else.

8:00 GMT

Back to University
I’m at a university, which is different from the one I attended, but I still feel It's my university. I’m visiting the corridor where I used to have some classes in the amphitheatres when a group of students passes by me, freaking out, because they were in charge of booking a room for their class and they messed up and the room is now occupied with another class. Before their professor arrives, I help them finding an empty room. They thank me and go inside. I continue down the corridor, feeling very nostalgic about college life.
I am then invited to join a special class for ex-students visiting from all over the world on this special day. I’m sitting on the left row of tables a large room which looks more like a warehouse or a barn. It’s clearly an improvised classroom to welcome such a big group. I do a trick with a pencil, like making it stand up on the table, to impress a colleague next table and this triggers my lucidity. I decide to leave this place and go outside. I think about flying through the roof or crossing the wall, but end up just walking through the door, because I don’t want to disturb the other DC’s or dreamers’ dream. The professor calls for my name and either is asking me to go back to my place or for input on something. But I smile and say “No, no, I’m out of here. Have a good day!”

The hidden treasure of the Town of Denn
Outside I think I can use this opportunity to achieve the RPG goal. So I see some woods and think this could be the forest outside the Town of Denn, but there’s no town around so I must look for the real one, not settle for this weak version. But here there are no holes on the ground, no walls, no doors, nothing I can use as portal and I’m not so good at just opening portals yet. So I decide to simply spin over myself while wishing to teleport to Denn. It has the double function of making lucidity stronger.
When I stop I am on top of a hill over the Town of Denn. There’s an earth road spiralling through some stone walled terraced gardens to the centre of the town. I see farmers working, I see people taking water from a well, I see merchants, etc. People are dressed in very colourful medieval clothes, mostly in brown, green and wine tones. There’s a lot of activity going on and I would have loved to just observe it, but I must not let it distract me or I will not finalize my task. I fly down over the city centre but I only stop at the outside walls to look around into the woods. Where to look for the treasure? It could be anywhere. I decide to go to an area where the fortress walls are breached. It’s as good as anywhere else and it is the place where the forest outside is more dense. But once I’m there I have no clue where to dig. I just try to follow my instinct. I see a stone at the very end of the wall, which looks completely different from the rest. It is whitish and smooth. I clear the dirt from it and find some inscriptions as if it is from a tomb. It clearly doesn’t belong there. I lift it up, hopeful to find something under it. I find nothing, just more dirt, but I decide to dig right there. But then when I turned the stone over to put it on the floor, I noticed some concavity on it and inside it I found a small box. I get it out and it seems made of plaster, because it is white and light. But it ain’t soft and malleable like plaster. It has some high relief patterns carved and some rest of paint in pinkish and bluish tones. The drawing looks like a Mayan design On the bottom right of this strange box there is a round button. I press it and it opens in two pieces. The two pieces have more carved drawings, on the left plaque more patterns, like stylized roses and crosses inside circles and on the right plaque carvings of animals, like a whale, a moose and you name it, floating between clouds in the sky and coming down to earth. The plaques then split up into 5 and then 10 parallelepiped pieces. But it wasn’t broken, it was some automated mechanism. I then started moving these little parallelepiped pieces in my hand and found out they were magnetic and could be put together again in different combinations. They kind of naturally started to rearrange themselves into a different sequence and formed completely new designs. On the left plaque there was now some kind of reddish monstrous creature and on the right plaque a different kind of yellowish monstrous creature with what seemed to be a monstrous robotic dog under his command. I was like “What is this about?” Then I realised there were probably many more combinations of the plates which would explain who these creatures were and what was the meaning of all this and what this thing was for. But I started to slip out of the dream and I woke up.

10:00 GMT

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

2:30 GMT

Killer
With my BF on some guesthouse. There’s a murderer on the loose and we decide to go together all the time everywhere, including the toilet, outside the room. But I don’t keep the promise and in the morning I go alone to look for breakfast. I meet the owner and I get the feeling he is the killer, although he doesn’t fit the profile. I then go outside to the gardens, which are very Victorian. There are some people around, having breakfast outside or just chatting, but they all keep together, for safety. I for some reason, possibly to tease and attract the killer, get away, behind the garden tallest hedges, beyond the safety zone, all alone. Maybe the killer felt it was a trap, because I was safe and I reached the city with no harm done. I then met my mom and followed her to the subway entrance to go somewhere.

4:00 GMT

Spain
At a kitchen or storeroom. My BF is present but looking distant. I ask what’s disturbing him and he says he might have go to Spain.

5:00 GMT

Julian Assange’s ninja spy team
I’m walking on some city into some street with a huge wall on my side. It goes down, to an arched underpass, when a earthquake hits. The road opens fissures and I fear the walls might fall, so I try to get away from there and reach an open space. I find a beautiful spot on the riverside, free from buildings. It looks like the Tames in London at the time of an amazing sunset. I am looking for a camera to take pictures when I realize I’m dreaming. I become lucid and realize there’s no point in taking pictures. I decide to just enjoy the amazing scenario. I then see a castle just behind me. There are some stairs going up a tower and I see tourists coming down, but when I go up I find that the stairs are blocked half way, not allowing the tourists to go further. I decide to fly and try to enter through some window or door on an upper level. I manage to get inside and I find that this palace is used and inhabited, not just a museum. But from then on I am chased by some ruthless people who try to kill me at all cost. Inside the castle, I have difficulties in finding any exit, so I go through offices, rooms, staircases, you name it and although I try to keep hidden, they keep finding me. On some last room where I was hiding and some royalty people are discussing important matters I would have enjoyed to listen, some back door opens and from behind some curtains some deadly arrows fly into my direction. I escape but I’m more or less trapped in this room and worried that they might get me, but then I’m saved by Julian Assange’s ninja spy team which was camouflaged on the ceiling, on a balcony, under tables. They also shoot some arrows to my attackers and help me escape.

Delivery and more instructions
Then I’m at some apartment again with my BF, but I hear some fight on the staircase and I just have the time to leave without even checking who was it. I take a train and arrive at some remote village. My instructions are to leave something at a locker in the station and then go to the number 800 on the same street of the station. I first go in the wrong direction and enter the village centre but then some guy on a booth tells me there’s no 800 in that street. I find it weird, because there are no houses in the other direction, just a road through the wilderness. But I go. And then I find an area by the side of the road that is cleared and there is a pole with a plaque with the number 800. I look around and I don’t get what I’m supposed to do there. I then find some creased paper on the ground and pick it up. Don’t open it, just go back to train station.

7:00 GMT

Black panther
On the road with my parents through the mountains near my hometown. We arrive at some other town where some festival is taking places. Streets are absolutely crowded. We split up and I find my friend Lic inside some building. We decide to go outside but on the exit there is a black panther looking at me. I feel she is not going to hurt me but at the same time she looks a bit menacing, so I decide to act cautiously. I am scared but decide to pass by it. She never takes her eyes of me but lets me go. Then on the streets in the middle of the crowd,me and Lic find Zilla, Vera and Patty. What a surprise to have the whole gang reunited. Vera doesn’t seem happy though. She doesn’t even look me in the face.

8:30 GMT

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

22:30 GMT

Revolution
Some revolution is going on but I have a hard time telling the good guys from the bad guys.

2:00 GMT

Tiny world inside the bathbub
I’m in the bathroom and I see my cat’s head coming out of the drainage hole. I don’t have a clue how's that possible but I fear he might be trapped in there and I want to help. I break the tub and I put my hand through the hollow interior to get the cat. But instead of finding the cat, the interior of the tub walls have divisions and it is like a miniature house, with tiny figurines that come to life. I then become part of the action on this little world.

Injured animals
A cute puppy appears but he’s injured in his head and bleeding. I take care of him and as I clean the wounds, he becomes a man. He lays down to rest. We are now in my grandma’s kitchen. Then my dad is also present and he tells me he thinks he is not going to survive. But the bleeding seems to stop so I am hopeful. I then hear what seems like another injured animal screaming outside but all I see is some kids doing something. As I fear they might be hurting an animal I go screaming at them, saying I will call the police. Then I realise they were doing nothing wrong and there's no animal and they look at me like I’m some crazy lady.

3:20 GMT

Reptilians I
I was accepted at some kind of college fraternity or secret society group. We are on what seems to be an improvised court of law. We’re wearing the college uniform. I and another girl are new to the group and we’re a bit lost with the whole ceremony. We have to repeat some kind of oath and the other girl is so nervous she messes up. They are a bit harsh on us, but we know it’s normal that first time we fail, because we never saw this text before.
After the ceremony, the ones who are there for longer time go to a room upstairs to deliberate or something - they have a secret meeting we cannot attend. But I go upstairs to do something else and out of distraction I open the wrong door and enter their meeting. They are all in reptilian form and I realise this is their natural selves. Surprised by my presence, some of them try to quickly go back to their human shape, but it’s too late, I already know. I don’t feel scared though. I ask them why they let us in their group if we’re not like them. I wonder if they are my enemies but for some reason want to keep me close so they have an eye on me. But as we look at each other, waiting for one another to speak, a group of guys from another fraternity/group invades this house where we are, to kill me and the other girl. The reptilians protect us. I am totally confused. I run from them and I get trapped on a balcony. From there I see down below an interior patio surrounded by walls and a gate. This group just chased outside two guys from "my" group and hammered one in the head leaving him dead on the ground. The other is still being chased into the woods, beyond the gate. I remember I can fly, so I fly over them and I pick up the guy running, trying to lift him off the ground to save him. He is heavy, but I somehow manage to drag him along. We arrive at a train station and I have a car parked there. We enter the car and we escape.

4:45 GMT

Reptilians II
I am back to same dream. I am trying to dig some answers. I try to find out why I am being both chased and protected. I meet a reporter who’s also researching these groups and what they’re up to. We meet at some public place. When she leaves I see the frat boys again in the crowd. Because we’re on a public place, I hope they won’t kill me there, but still they are closing me in and they attack me in the crowd. I threaten them by saying I’ve told everything I knew about the dead and missing college kids to the press. They don’t seem bothered at all. In the fight I get hurt and they seem to be pretty interested in one of my fingers. I look at it and the skin got off from the fight, exposing reptile skin under. Oh my god, I’m one of them! (Second time I dream I'm a reptilian)

6:45 GMT

My recall has increased within the past week. Last night i remember a dream where i was first chasing Homer Simpson in a cartoonish dream and i was a cop. The chase had lasted about 10 minutes. Finally, when i stopped homer, i asked him if he had any drugs on him. He said nothing, none at all. I was working with a fellow cop from the precinct. I told him to search the car. My partner revealed a huge garbage bag of marijuana. About 100 pounds . So then i asked homer what he was going to do with it, my dream scene changed. Me,Homer,and my partner were sitting in a room smoking it up. Bongs everywhere. I guess i didn't become lucid because i usually smoke weed, so it didn't seem strange to me.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

2:40 GMT

Selling grandma’s house
I’m at my grandma’s house with my mom. It is completely empty and I’m telling my mom how I never before noticed the place is actually nice, when it’s empty – no longer crammed with furniture, it let’s light in and has lots of space. We’re doing a last tour to all rooms just to check if everything is ok. A lady is coming to see the house and then I realise it is for sale. I find a paper on the wall, near the fax machine (didn’t know there was one...) and I take it, just when my mom is opening the door to the lady.

Walking through memories
Walking by the neighbourhood of my childhood’s best friend. It looks under construction as it was then in the past and not as it looks nowadays. An old colleague from school is walking with me and we’re both going through our memories. From the end of this neighbourhood we pass into the backs of our old school. I recall it was the place for kids to make out and we do find a couple there half hidden by the grass and we smile. He also recalls some guys who did drugs also met on this place but that I never saw. As we keep going we pass by some gardened area where we used to run through on our physical education classes. But there’s a lot of new trees making the path a bit more dark than it used to be. I see some figures going down that path and I feel curious and go after them. My colleague is left behind.

Golden Buddhas
At the end of this path I find a building, the door is half open and there are people standing there, people arriving and trying to go inside and I peak and see lots of people sitting there. I see monks and realise it’s a Buddhist group listening to some teachings from their guru. I don’t recognize him and it all seems a bit fishy to me, but I try not to judge before knowing them, so I also try to find a seat. But just when I’m about to sit, it ends and the teacher gets up and heads to the exit. People are bowing down at his passage and I sneak outside where there is a table with some Buddhist relics and sacred objects for people to admire. I just get in there when they are scolding a lady who tried to steal some object by hiding it on her coat. Then I go back to the garden and no longer it looks dark but instead it is very bright and I see many many big golden Buddhas statues. Some are floating in the air above our heads and I pass under one and touch the lotus flower on which a Buddha is sitting. I get an amazing feeling I can’t really describe, like I’m floating on air or dissolving into the air.

Japanese artist
Then I see some Japanese banners waving with the wind and go check it out. I meet a girl who paints canvas and banners with traditional Japanese paintings. She is selling her work on some corner enclosed by hedges. Her cheaper painting costs 20 EUR. I tell her I love her work but I have no money with me. Then we start talking and I notice she is Japanese-looking although she tells she never actually been to Japan. I tell her I did and she says “How lucky of you!” I ask why she never been there and she says it’s the land of her ancestors and she plans to go one day, but she is always travelling everywhere but there. She tells me she even travelled on a Japanese boat with a Japanese crew once for some reason, but never put a foot in Japan. Then she tells me (and I see it through her eyes) about her adventures on that boat. The crew was all men and one day she entered some room where they were doing some heavy work and could not leave and she caught one or two peeing to bottles, because they could not even go to the toilet. She was so embarrassed and the men were laughing at her and tell her to come in. After a few days she was already so adapted and relaxed she even took some provocative pictures like one in which she was doing fellatio to some phallic shaped pipe.

6:00 GMT

A chase and goths
Inside some house, on what seems to be the office room. I m looking through the window and I see a couple. I recognize Sandra but don’t know the guy. For some reason they are coming inside the house looking for me and I want to hide, so I run to the toilet and lock myself there. They are trying to break in, so I escape through a window and go to the rooftop and from there I jump to the middle of a street. The street is filled with boxes and bags with groceries and I decide to hide behind it and pick up some food – some bread, juice and so on – to take with me, because apparently I’m planning to go on a long trip. But they come at the window and they see me. I run and I hide on some large building, like an abandoned slaughterhouse. They keep chasing me and I have to climb through some ropes and a few more stunts to get to a second floor. Here I find some offices and hide in one, trying to lock the door behind me. But some group of Goths come inside to do something. One guy in the group wants to help me so he makes me lay down on some kind of hospital bed that they take outside. I’m covered by a sheet, but I am totally sure this won’t work so I jump out of it and decide to just run. The gothic guy help me escape through a window. Outside there are stands – some kind of fair – with gothic, anime and fetishist stuff. But not all the Goths are willing to help me and some I encounter actually try to grab me, so I fly up.

8:00 GMT

More lucid meditation
Something made me feel horny in my dream and I decided to wake up and trying to use it with my BF. I had before talked to him and joked about trying to do it. So I wake up in my bed, he is by my side and I start ... you know... calling him into action. He is so surprised and I’m explaining to him that I’m bringing the horniness from a dream I was having, when I notice that something is not quite right and I realise I’m still dreaming. Then I’m left with the decision to either enjoy the lucid dream or to wake up for real and try again what I was trying to do before. But I didn’t care so much for the horniness anymore and I decided to stay dreaming and do my “homework”.
I cross a wall hoping to cross to some other dream scenario that is a nice place to meditate and I find myself on some porch. There are some kids playing nearby but in general looks good, so I sit down and start doing my visualization and repeating a mantra. It’s all going pretty well, for maybe a minute. I’m struggling not to be distracted by the kids who are now just by my side, when a third kid comes from my left and pinches me. I try not to react, but he tickles me and starts to really hurt me. I guess my “feel no pain” training is not yet 100% working. I am about to resort to violence and send some energy blast to knock them down, but I decide not to give in to that violence – it would totally ruin my efforts to calm down the mind and they would win! So I fly away to the rooftop of a huge tower nearby and decide to sit there, but the vicious kid is still after me. He climbs some metallic ladders on the side of the building to reach me and I detach it from the wall and he falls down what seems to be 100 floors. Now I’m going to sit calmly, but the tower starts to shake and swing and I am about to fall from it. Can’t stay there and so I fly down to some other rooftop and cross another wall in search of a new scenario. I pass by two or three places – a nightscape, some place with stones on the ground, etc – until I find myself in a very comfy room with dim lights, a girl sitting on the floor and another sitting on a sofa, very quiet. I ask them if I can stay there and meditate and they say “Sure! Can we join you?” Fantastic! So I also sit on the sofa and I do once again my visualization and repeat my mantras. This time I think I manage to hold it for a few minutes. Then dream starts to fade but I hold on and continue on it, this time sitting on the floor. In front of me, leaning against the wall, is a big rectangular mirror and I decide to meditate looking at it. I see my reflection. I’m dressed in beige trousers and top but with lots of skin showing. I look a bit chubby, but not ridiculously. It doesn’t disturb me. I keep repeating my mantras, visualizing the Buddha in my heart centre, radiating light and all goes well for a few more minutes. I notice through the reflection on the mirror that more people are coming inside the room and sitting on the floor. I almost wake up again, but when the dream is strong again I am now turned to the centre of the room and see this dozens of people sitting on cushions. They are all looking towards a lady guru at the end of the room. But she doesn’t inspire me confidence. She has a table full of crystals and she says “So, today we have someone special among us!” They all look at me. Then she adds “Not that you are not all special, but you know what I mean!” I have now stopped my meditation and think about leaving this place to but at same time I am curious to see what she is going to say next. She is coming in my direction with some necklace made with lots of different coloured crystals and then I notice my BF just appeared by my side and he’s looking at me like “What is this BS?” I smile and tell him we should leave. Since we’re just against the wall, we cross it and we’re outside in some garden. It’s raining. The garden is lovely, but then I see two rows of dog shelters and decide to check it out. I thought I would find big guard dogs but instead I find tiny cute pedigreed dogs. They are chained to their shelters and the shelters don’t protect them from the rain, so they are all wet and looking miserable. I feel they are there for the entertainment of rich people who own this place, but their care is totally neglected. I mean, they have food and shitty shelter, but they are totally sad, lonely and scared. I start with first little one, cuddling him and doing some reiki and he shows so much love and thankfulness. I cry. I want to do it to all of them, but they are so many! I feel the dream fading and I wish that all animals who are going through similar suffering may always feel loved and happy, no matter what circumstances they are. Then when I’m about to drop out from the dream I have a vision of the caretaker caught in a moment of truth confessing that he beats up the dogs whenever he takes food to tem. I comment with my BF how hideous is that people like him are always getting these jobs.

9:00 GMT

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED


0:40 GMT

Lunatic girlfriend and her lunatic brother
Trying not to be spotted by some lady I know. I run and turn left on a corner of a street, but she spotted me at the very last minute and follows me. I then jump to top of the building and hover from roof to roof, trying to escape her, but she also has the ability to fly and keeps following me.
Then dream transforms and we’re inside her house. She is now a girl in her 30’s and I’m her boyfriend. I’m running from her because she is totally mad and wants to kill me. I go from room to room, in this very long endless house, but exit door is still far. She is about to catch me, when I enter a room where her very old aunt sleeps in bed and I hide from her by lying down on the bed too, covered with the blankets. But she finds me and gets me out of it. She has a huge scissor in her hands and she wants to stab me. She is mad, crying, accusing me of abandoning her. I have no chance, so I use reverse psychology and tell her I’m running because she is looking mad with the scissor on her hands, but that I really love her and want to stay with her. She drops the scissor and says “Really?”. “Yes, in fact I love you so much we should marry!” And she becomes quite another person, a beautiful sweet lady and I honestly feel love for her. I convince myself if I don’t do anything wrong, she won’t explode and it might work. But when we’re hugging, she wakes up from this trance, grabs the scissor again and recalls “Wait... You started running away from me before I started chasing you! Were you trying to leave the house? You bastard!” Oh no! I have to run again for my life. When I reach the kitchen, there’s a window opened through which I escape to outside. Her brother is just arriving and seeing this scene. He is a big muscled guy and he is just as nuts as she is. She screams at him, telling him I’m abandoning her and he threatens me saying he is going to find me wherever and kill me.
I decide to go stay with my mother. She works for some important politician, so I go meet her at her work place, like the parliament or something similar - it’s a palace. When I arrive there, there was an horrible accident (was it?) – she slipped on top of a stone staircase, she bumped with her head on a stone fountain and tumbled down the stairs. She was a mass of blood and broken bones. She was still alive and mumbled some words. I have a vision of the lunatic brother of my lunatic girlfriend grinning and saying he is going to make my life a living hell.

“Corrida” and sexy girl
I’m with my mom caught in the middle of some "bulls running" event (corrida) at night. There are 4 enclosures – one with bulls and three others connected, with people. They are waiting for the bulls to be loose to run along with them and bully them. [I grew up watching these things in the nearest town, where it is tradition, but I always hated it and today I’m totally against these kind of animal abuse. People act moronic on these events and call themselves brave for beating and driving a poor animal crazy.]
They are about to lose the bulls on our enclosure and so they ask people there if they are ready. I say no, to please wait, because we’re there by mistake. But they think we’ve chicken out and try to convince us to stay. I say that I stay if they let my mom go out. They give us some seconds and I try to rush my mom out, but we have to climb the fence and she’s not very energetic, but one bull is getting closer to us. He is not enraged, he is walking slowly, but he clearly will hit us with a blow from his head if we don’t move fast. I have to do some acrobatics to escape on time. Outside the fence we meet my BF. We pass in front of some bleachers full of spectators and everybody is very excited about something. We look up and we see a very hot girl in tiny outfit cheering for something. Both people on the bleachers and people on the ground are drooling at her. She has nice boobs and she is pretty, I admit it. She makes me fell ugly. Even some Hollywood star that is around – I think might have been Angelina Jolie, but can’t recall for sure – is looking jealous at that girl. I then smile – we women are never happy to find a woman that is hotter than us J

2:45 GMT

Evil twin cat and evil bird
At home with my cat. Some cat apparently looking just like him comes in and my cat attacks him. I try to split them up and then I see this other cat is like his evil twin. Just like him, but with one big eye, with no eyelids, ocular globe is transparent and the pupil is red. He also has a deformed leg covered in greyish crusts. He looks ugly and evil. But then the cat just leaves the room looking so sad and lonely that I feel extreme compassion for him. I realise maybe he is not evil, just ugly as hell, so I grab my cat and let the other come in again. But the poor cat does indeed emit some bad vibes. But it’s not his fault, it’s like this role was imposed on him, but he just wants to be loved. Anyway, he is not used to have normal relationship with people and other cats, so he is always causing trouble and freaking me out by sneaking behind me with the “evil” eye. He gives me the creeps. I try to find out where does he come from and find a box at my door, where he came from. The box is very small, but when I pick him up to put him inside it, he gets shrunk to the size of a trinket and becomes inanimate. So I decide to keep him locked there. Unfortunately, when I opened the box, some small bird statuette, which was also inside, gained life and escaped. It’s such a tiny bird and I don’t worry, but when I’m outside in the street, talking to someone, the crazy bird starts attacking us and follows us everywhere.

4:45 GMT

Stopping tsunamis
I’m with some girl friends doing something on some terrace with a view to the ocean. They say something about how nice the place is and I joke saying “Let’s hope there’s no tsunamis hitting!”. When I say this, a giant wave forms and is heading to land. They freak out but I feel this is a dream and I get lucid. I tell them not to worry, because I will work my magic. I stop the water by pointing the palm of my hand towards it, like Neo did with the bullets. More waves form, bigger and scarier, but I get to stop them all. Then I don’t recall very well, but I think more things were thrown at us, because I remember blowing up a few things in the air with my thought, to protect us. Then some kids playing on the beach come to me, I’m their new hero and they ask me all sort of questions like how did I do it, if they can learn to do the same. Then they ask if I can make appear things and I say yes, although not all the time. I ask if they want me to make appear something and some funny kid asks for a pool of mud and mango.”I’m sorry, what? Mud and mango? What for?”, ”I don’t know, can you make it?”, “Why not, let’s try.” So I concentrate on creating a pool of mud and mango. This amuses me a lot. It works and the kids jump all happy on this pool with a green-yellowish goo in it. They seem to be having fun and I decide to go inside it too. It feels nice and I think “Well, it must be good for the skin!”, so I spread this greeny mud on my arms. I think about doing something else more productive with my lucid, but I sense it is weak and as soon as I try something not so “dream-like” I will probably wake up, so I just enjoy the lucid mud bath until I woke up.

6:00 GMT

Waking Nomad posts
Just a brief recall of navigating on the web and finding a website where Waking Nomad was posting regularly and I wondered why he is not posting on DV for some time now if he does post somewhere else. [Not that it would be my business to know... lol]

Interrogated by a “doctor”
At my grandma’s house, with my mom and some lady doctor around the kitchen table. The doctor is telling me the results of my lab tests indicate I have had recently a viral infection. I tell her those are not news, because since the last 3 years all my tests have shown the same. For sure it is no viral infection or else it is a chronic one. She is surprised to know that and then she asks all sort of questions: if I feel sleepy during the day, if I have a really busy schedule, if my work is stressful, but then she starts asking things about my work, the NGOs I work for and I wonder where she is going with that and why is that relevant for my diagnosis. I get up, considering this conversation is over, but my mom, who now reveals not to be my real mom, but some older lady I’ve never seen before, is telling how we are poor and she gets food from the food bank everyday to keep me going but she fears I’m not having the right nutrition. I am now feeling this is definitely not my life because I know who I am in RL. Don’t have time to become lucid though, because I wake up.

8:00 GMT

I'm fighting or running from something. At first it's just a black dog that keeps biting me and I keep trying to take it off me or break his neck. The girls from inside the house leave me alone. He bites harder into my leg or arm. I finally succeed to rip its body apart and throw it. An old lady in the corner of the street says it will come back, stronger, darker, as a boar. A man who is followed by death like in the Final Destination movie enters the house.
I get to a bar and sit at the table with C. and C. There is a lot of smoke. I tell them the smoke is a very very bad sign.
I'm living with my cousin in a trailer at an intersection. She sometimes goes out in the street dressed in the pijamas. I change myself inside.
I tell myself "How real, how alive this dream feels!". My cousin and my aunt are with me. I know it is a dream, I think I fell asleep near them, so I tell them to wake me up, just a bit, to wake me up so I can gain control of the dream and that's all. They don't answer. I keep telling myself, Maria, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Maria. I can't get control like this. I feel IT coming. I can't transform IT. I start running up a hill, climbing houses, doors. It follows me everywhere, it bites my feet.
It keeps getting bigger and I keep getting smaller in my parent's room. It transforms. I can see it will become something big, so I try to turn myself into an elephant. I can't. It becomes an american helicopter. It shoots me. I think that if it kills me, I would wake up, so it's ok. It doesn't even hit me. My parents are in their bed. My mum comes at me to check who I am with a knife. There may be blood on it. I climb to the roof, to the dark night sky that is full of stars. I tell myself "It's the sky, Maria, I can control the dream!"

12/06/2010
"Invasion Evasion"

(I watched Skyline, for the first time, last night. It was an 'ok' movie, but the visual effects were tight as hell.)
The earliest thing I remember was being in a camp-like atmosphere, with a few friends, in a trailer. Someone had a dog; like a lab mix or something, and I was playing with her, rubbing her belly. After a short while, the dog began to get really agitated and started glaring at the door. Some creepy shit happened, where a person came to the door and then turned into an alien, and we had to escape the trailer. I believe we pushed the creature into the bonfire and burned it, but this part is all really hazy. Soon after, I was alone, and running through the streets. The major attack had already begun, and there were larger aliens - dozens of stories tall - walking amongst the buildings and roadways. The city was completely destroyed and, no matter where I went or tried to hide, these things would always find me. The creatures that were too big to fit inside the buildings, would send out these long tentacles (like the ones in the movie), and snake them through the buildings to find me. I ended up dying, over and over, in this dream. Every time the tentacles would find me, they would either pull me back into the main body of the alien, or just splatter me all over the place, wherever I had been hiding.

After respawning a couple of times, I knew I had to get out of the city, so I began to make a bee-line toward the edge of town, sprinting as long and hard as my body would allow me - and I remember being able to run for miles, without losing steam. But these tentacles were relentless. An alien could shoot the tentacles from its "hand", and the rope-like appendages would literally travel for miles - seemingly to endless distances - through the air, to chase their target. Again, I died quite a few times, while trying to escape the city; simply respawning again at the beginning and continuing to run, taking another route. There were times that I would try to steal cars, and some of them would have this "gunk" on them. Whenever I drive those cars, the "gunk" would begin to spread around the outside of the vehicle, trying to 'cocoon' itself in this alien sludge. I would see this happening and have to bail out of the car, before it completely encased me. What's more, is that some of these droplets of "gunk" would actually spring to life, and form whole aliens - each maybe 10 feet tall and built like bipedal elephants - which would then join the chase. Running from these things kind of felt like maneuvering through the game Prototype.

It was like I was the only person in the city, and this entire alien force was centered on me, the whole time. There were just so many of them, and I was beginning to feel hopeless. After having to repeat this scenario, over and over, upon each death, I just wasn't feeling very confident that I would ever get out of this Hell. Suddenly, thankfully, just as despair was kicking in, I realized that this all had to be a dream. I was still on the run, though, as these things just weren't letting up, and anytime they would catch me, they would just annihilate me before I could do anything about it. Still respawning after each death, I took to flying, instead of running. It took me a little while to get up to speed, in my flying, as this dream was very vivid, and I was having a hard time manipulating it. I tried some telekinesis on the pursuing tentacles, but wasn't able to affect them.

Once I got the hang of flying, though, the flight/chase sequences were absolutely sick. The easiest way I knew to keep my speed up, was to imagine myself as a missile. The thing was, though, that these tentacles were just as fast, so just because I could fly, didn't mean that I was getting out of the city an easier. I was empowered by my lucidity, though, and was more having fun with it, than frantically fleeing for my life. I weaved through the city at breakneck speed, an expanding trail of tentacles, following closely behind me. It was one of those zigging, zagging, dizzying, high-tech chases that you would see in any major, sci-fi blockbuster - just screaming through the sky, with impossible agility. Sometimes I would land on the street, to gain my bearings - pivoting and then launching off in another direction, just as the tentacles whipped passed me and then arced around to follow once again. I remember being chased at just the same height of some of the tallest rooftops, and then dropping toward the ground, head first, to try to throw off the oncoming appendages. I was going so fast that there was a single moment, there, where I worried about 'what happens if I'm not able to pull up, in time?' Even though I knew that I was dreaming, I wasn't really looking to slamming headfirst, into the street, so I pulled up on my own trajectory, as I could, nearly skimming the ground and then continuing to rocket down the street, the tentacles still keeping pace at every twist and turn. I also recall that the aliens could talk, and they all spoke with the same voice - as if it were a collective consciousness - which reminded me something of the Joker, from The Dark Knight.

I don't really remember whether or not I ever made it out of the city. I don't think so, though.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED
1:00 GMT

Stabbed to gain control over fear and pain
I am in some apartment building apparently coming out of my cousin’s home. She has something weird about her look, like dyed hair or extreme make-up. She goes downstairs but I feel more interested in following a corridor that seems to connect to a different partof the building or even a twin building. I then have fun exploring these connections - I go from corridor to corridor, explore different levels by taking the stairs sometimes. Every block is of a different colour or has different tiles on the wall, but it’s getting boring so I try to look for an exit.I’m a bit lucid. I look at a map on the wall, trying to locate myself, when some guy offers his help and tells me to just follow him. I do so and he leads me out. Outside, it’s a city street, looks like London and he meets a bunch of friends he was with before. They are making plans for next steps and they divide in two groups. I stick with the guy’s group, a small one – 2 guys and a girl. I don’t know where they are taking me. A bit further down, when we’re around some ugly buildings of a bad neighbourhood, the guy draws a knife and he wants to stab me in my belly. I am aware it’s a dream, but still, I shriek at the thought of feeling a knife slashing my flesh. They say “Don’t be afraid!” and I’m like “What’s wrong with you?” So just when they are about to stab me I say “Sorry, I don't want to be stabbed, I’m going to wake up!”. I wake up but I still had a brief moment when I could feel the knife cutting through my flesh. I felt discomfort and I was awake for a while...
When I go back to sleep I am again in the same city and they are still around waiting for me. What the hell? I felt like I was going through a Freddy Krueger’s nightmarish type of thing. I ran away, I zig zagged between buildings, trying to lose them. I laid low behind a building and a concrete wall, where people threw garbage and I lost lucidity for a few moments. I got distracted with all the clothes and bags perfectly good that were thrown away. I am considering taking them with me to give away to people who need it, but suddenly I see my chasers about to find me and I instantly get back to the action. I run again but eventually they cut my way through, as they knew a shortcut through some tunnel. They grab my arms and the guy is once again about to stab me and he swears “It won’t hurt!”. I first thought he was just being psychotic, but now I have this clear feeling they were also lucid dreamers or some dream beings who were just testing me and trying to teach me something. Their attitude changed slightly when I opened myself to them. The guy said to me “It only hurts if you believe so. I’m telling you it won’t hurt if you don’t give in to fear.” Oh, so that was it? I was still a bit afraid, I was actually already feeling the pain again, just by thinking of it, so I told him ”OK, but let me do it to myself. And can I stab my leg instead? Just to try?” “OK”, he said. So I stabbed my leg and I was amazed that it felt like stabbing styrofoam. I could feel it buried in the flesh but it didn’t hurt. I was starting to lose fear and thinking about stabbing myself a bit more (lol). They smiled at me and simply left.

Female robot and androids
I am now free to do whatever. I look around and I am in some industrial park or similar. I see a huge robot-like metallic structure rising above the houses and go check it from a safe distance, because it starts to move its arms. Below it and around are people watching some demonstration of its functioning. It’s made of hollow metallic tubes that shape it slightly into a female form and some of this tubes are then channelled to some interface where half a dozen women are plugged in, apparently controlling or feeding this robot. The creator of this machine is explaining how it works and what it does, but then all the focus goes to one of these females who detaches from the interface. I find out these are not real women, but androids. Lots of flashes in her direction, reporters asking questions and the inventor says she can even speak Russian. He ask if any Russian speaking is around and some guy points to a girl by my side, but in the middle of the crowd we get mixed up and they bring me closer to the android. I say there’s been a mistake, I can’t speak Russian, it was some other girl, but the android lady is looking at me totally interested. She seems to think I am lying and she is processing that information and trying to figure out my intentions. She says she wants to meet me and asks me for my contact. I don’t recall even handing her over my contact, but I see her adding my email and name to her processor/brain – like if she just extracted it from my mind and I was reading the info on her eyes as she was processing it. Then she turned away and left, followed by a sea of curious people and reporters.

Office scene
I remember maybe it’s time to meditate a bit, but I can’t find peace, there’s just too much going on and I can’t make it still. Then I think about dropping a visit to Nighthawk’s dreams. I am now in a corridor with doors to offices. I see elevators and decide using one as a portal, but every time I try to get into one, someone holds the door and enters. I even try to do it with some suit guy by my side looking at me like I’m crazy, but it doesn’t work ‘cause he totally distracts me. I give up on elevators and try to use the office doors instead. The problem is they have glass windows and I can see the other side, so I have once again difficulties in making appear a different world on the other side, because I keep seeing the people working inside the office. When I open the door, it is still an office. Oh well... I just look around, checking every person on each cubicle. Mostly very young people. It’s a nice office, light coloured wood furniture, glass walls, lots of light. I go to the end of it and I find a window to a square interior patio, with view to all floors. I notice the building’s decoration is quite nice and then I see a corridor through which the company’s CEO, a tall slim lady in her 40’s, is coming in my direction. She sees me there and asks me what I think of the place. I say it’s nice and I like the carpets on the hallway. She invites me for a drink in her office and we sit and talk there for a while.

4.50 GMT

Lottery
Just recall my mom had a good prize in the lottery and I clearly recall the numbers. Will suggest her to make a bet

6:30 GMT

This is the 3rd dream in a month I was riding a BMX bike! There was a beginning and end to this dream that I only vaguely recall. I had this dream last night:

I was hanging out in my neighborhood and when a white car started to follow me. I remember I rode away on my bike causally at first but he kept coming. So I peddled hard, cut through the park and double backed uphill to my house without getting winded. I completely lost the person who was following me and I clearly remember crossing the street most likely to bump into him while doubling back to my house. He was not there either.

I never got tired and I easily had my bike up to 25mph+ When I reached my block, there was a lot of activity and cars parked on the street. Lots of neighbors were in front of their houses.

In May and July 2010 I spent many nights trying to induce dreams about my house and city, and didn't have one that I recalled. Now I am having regular dreams about my city, and strangely, my old bike! I was fortunate enough to have my own car at age 16, the incorporation of my bike to escape from "threats" is an old dream theme.

In the past I have noticed that dream seeding takes weeks of build up, then often, those planted themes become regular. This happened with the High School dream theme.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

01:00 GMT

Wrathful deities
A chase, confrontation with some wrathful deities. I escape some place through a narrow window and deliver something to someone.
(...)

05:35 GMT
Cookies and kids
One of my last days on some very nice sunny city. It’s already end of the day and when passing a street I find this amazing bakery selling traditional pastry from this country/city. There is a lady baking the cookies on some open kitchen and selling them directly to the passer-by. Because these cookies are so famous, you have to get a numbered ticket and wait ages for your turn. I see my number and the amount of people waiting and I decide it’s not worth it, but then the baker tells all the other people to wait because she will take my order first. Really? Why? The other customers are not happy about it... It’s really hard to choose the best cakes and cookies so I ask for two of each, hoping they will still be ok in a few days when I get back home. Some cookies are still being baked and I have to wait a bit. Meanwhile I am allowed to enter the kitchen and I start talking to some ladies working there and I help them with some tiding up of the place. They have some old food in the fridge and I throw it away. Then they kick me out, because apparently they have to bake a huge load of cookies for a kid’s excursion next day.
On the next day me and my BF join this excursion and help take care of the kids. We go in groups in vans and we stop at a parking lot in front of the ocean. The kids are being taken to the beach. For a brief moment I wonder how we got into this? I don’t feel like taking care of dozens of kids all day. I then have this underlying feeling that I’m not obliged to actually do it – I’m half aware this is a dream - so I turn around to see what else is there to do. I see a green hill with a zig zag earthen path going up, flanked by Buddha’s statues of different sizes. I tell my BF “Let’s go there:”, but he won’t turn his back on the kids, because he doesn’t have this intuition it’s a dream. Divided between two dreams, I wake up.

08:00 GMT

Buddha is a teenager in blue jeans
At some bookshop I see a magazine, like Times, with a cover story on Tibetan Buddhism and it has pages and pages with amazing photos of teachers and famous practitioners and incredible Himalayan landscapes. I so want to buy it. On the cover it says £2, but I ask the cashier how much it costs in EUR. She tells me it’s 8000 something EUR and I LMAO. I ask “Are you nuts? It’s like 2.5 EUR.” And she replies that it’s not a simple conversion of prices, there are taxes and whatever. I still say “Are you aware of how much is 8000 EUR? Even if you’d say 8 EUR, it would be too expensive! Can you please just pass the mag under your bar code scanner to check the price?” But she says no and that she will call a colleague to ask. I’m about to give up. She comes back and tells me “If you come after 20h, when we’re closing, we can make a 50% discount on the mag, it would only cost 4000 EUR”. I say nevermind and start realizing this must be a dream.
Then the store becomes a bus and I think “Hum, why don’t I just materialize a lot of cash to pay for the stupid mag, just for fun?”, so I visualize I put my hand in my pocket and come out with 10000 EUR in cash. There’s someone by my side, not sure if still the same lady, surprised that I can do that and I say “Oh yeah, it’s just dream money. How much do you want? Just say it and I’ll make it appear.” But then my pockets are also filled with crumbles from cookies and lots of dirt. I empty them to find out what more is there, but then realize I’m wasting my precious lucid time. As I walk to the front of the bus I throw everything on the floor – money, magazine, bag, even a coat and I feel so light. The bus driver doesn’t know what I want to do, I smile and I cross the windshield – he and other passengers freak out. I lift of and fly high to see where I am. I see a road ahead of me, flanked by houses, up above a beautiful blue sky, down below a sea or a lake to my left and green hills to my right. I see a gate for what seems to be an amazing property with a park and decide it’s a good place to sit and meditate. But when I arrive there I see families with noisy kids all around. Oh well, I’ll have to endure. I look for a green spot to sit, but then all of the ground is muddy and uninviting. I recall my need not to drift or feel discouraged. I focus on the Buddha. I don’t visualize the Buddha image, but I sense Buddha’s presence and hold on to it. Then I find a covered passageway between two houses and in the middle of it there’s an amazing tower-like covered veranda with a central low pedestal with a base to sit on which is perfect. I sit there and it has a view over the whole park and the sea in the distance. The sun is setting and beautiful golden shades reflect on the water. But I realise all this is also distraction and as I am getting lost on it, I feel myself waking up. I hold on to the dream and I slide back in. I try to visualize the Buddha, but it’s not working. I feel myself waking up again, but I still hold on and slide back in. This time in front of me is my black kitten hugging another yellow kitten and I find it extremely sweet, but remember I must stay focused. Not trying to visualize the Buddha anymore, I instead try to just feel the Buddha’s presence more strongly. I do and then imagine that this presence becomes a ball of light that enters my body through my crown chakra. I feel a very powerful effect, like a force field around my head. I start to hover, feeling this amazing radiant light coming out of my chest, but then I see again all these people on the park, playing ball and whatever and this slight distraction was enough to call it off. I start to wake up again but slide back in one last time. Now I try again to really see the Buddha, so I summon the Buddha and wish that he is there on my back when I turn around. I turn around and there’s this round faced oriental looking teenager, who looks just like a Buddha, but he is wearing jeans and a checkered shirt. He looks just like he is just another kid in the park, but very lonely. He looks bored and just sits on a tree log watching the others playing. I’m like “WTF? Not what I had in mind.” The sun is setting and people are then leaving the park. Some lady comes with a couple of other teenagers and tells them to keep the Buddha-boy company. They look extremely bored by that, they don’t feel like baby-sitting. But then the Buddha-boy tells them not to worry, because he won’t be any burden to them. He’ll either stay quiet if they want or just be as interesting as they want. The other kids feel bad for their first reaction, ‘cause they feel he is actually not that lame and they tell him they are actually not that cool to hang around either. Then the Buddha-boy says “Then I’m sure we’ll get along, ‘cause I am myself a dick.” And they all laugh. I watch them leaving and I wake up.

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

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Sliding
I’m walking on a very tall inclined ramp, which is supposed to be some kind of viaduct, but the cars on it just start to slide down, due to inclination. I was going up, but then I’m really curious with this, because the cars then become people, pigs and kittens and they are all sliding down this ramp.
At the end of the ramp, there’s only a concrete floor, so I watch animals and people falling painfully on the ground and I feel sorry for them. I also slip but I can fly, so I land very graciously. Down around the ramp are people sitting on chairs just watching these other people falling. I wonder what is this horrible show about. A girl then explains to the people present that this used to be a popular anti-gay sport. (What??) She explained only the very manly men would have the guts to slide down this enormous ramp to land on this hard floor to prove they were really though. But now people use it as an equality celebration, so boys, old ladies, little girls with their kittens, everybody takes the slide and slams down on the ground. How ridiculous!

Confrontation with a dark lord (incomplete)
I enter a town. I’m walking down a deserted street which reminds me of Lisbon downtown but more medieval. Then I see my reflection on some window and realise I also look medieval, with long straight hair and tiny braids. I make a U-turn at the end of the street and I see two bad looking guys coming in my direction. I feel threatened so I decide to fly away, but instead of just flying away, a machine materializes under my feet as I think about flying, like two metallic steps that hover and fly me away extremely fast. I reach the centre of the town and hover among loads of people who walk peacefully under some arcades. They look surprised with my gadget. Too surprised actually, so I decide to step down from it. But then some guy bumps into me violently and drags me accidentally to inside a tavern and we fall on the floor and my machine gets all broken into pieces. He his very sorry and offers to help me. Pays me some drink and we sit on the back table trying to put the pieces together. As we try to fix it I realise the pieces don’t match and are increasing in numbers. Then I have a huge déjà vu and tell him ”We’ve been here before, doing exactly this!”. He asks me “Like time travel?” and I say “I remember being on this situation with you before and at that time we got stuck on it endlessly. This is a distraction maneuver, the machine will never be fixed. I must go.” So I left.
(gap)
I end up in the middle of a group who’s throwing a banquet. They hand me over some plate and I decide to join in. It’s kind of outside gathering on a garden but prolonging indoors. I check some table inside with some food and I choose to take an omelette, some pasta, green cubes, some weird pinkish translucent steak-like thing and lots of sauce.
Back outside I sense a strong darkness, I look up and I see him. He sits on a high throne overlooking the guests. He is all dressed in black and has long black hair. He reminds me of Severus Snape, but in a younger, scarier yet much more attractive figure... I sense his mind control over people, so I do a kind of voodoo thing to escape his control, by visualizing the food I’m eating as himself: as I eat it (him), I gain control over him or at least he loses control over me. But I am not sure if it works. Then I’m called to his presence and when close to his throne he says there’s a cup of dessert which was specially kept aside for me. Others are looking jealous and seem about to eat my dessert if I don’t pick it up fast, but I wonder if it really is a privilege or if it’s poisoned.
(gap)
Then I am chasing him around the town, but he can also fly and teleport so I lose track of him. I reach an internal square patio and I see an open door to a building. I sense that he went inside, so I enter and I see this long corridor. It’s crowded with young people, like a university and I have trouble getting across.

Then frustration, because I can't recall the end....

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