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I'm eating a nice meal with my spiritual guide and a couple other people at our table. We're content, and enjoying what is before us when suddenly we look over and see the Dalai Lama at the very next table with some of the high ranking Tibetan leadership around him. The Dalai Lama makes a scary face at me, and then they take our picture with me looking all scared. I'm a little embarrassed, and regain my composure. But they didn't want a nice picture. The Dalai Lama laughs and turns back to his table. For some reason, I don't think he likes me. My spiritual guide looks at me and I know that it doesn't matter if anyone likes me or not, no matter who they are.

I was sitting with two women friends (no one I know RL) across a table from the Dalai Lama. One of the women was showing us pictures of a guy she said had just died. The pictures were a vertical strip of three, like those that come out of a photo booth, only larger format, about 3x4 I guess, vertically aligned. What was more striking was the figure in the photos, which didn't look human, but like a skinny reddish angry muppet with an open howling mouth and a shock of hair over its eyes, a bit like Animal but more gangly.

I recognized him at once, though: "That's Kelsang Gyatso," I told the other women. "He's like a dissident, except in relation to mainstream Tibetan Buddhism. It's over some stupid doctrinal dispute." Then I remembered that the Dalai Lama was sitting right across the table and I blushed and apologized, since obviously the dispute was important to him and I hadn't meant to offend. "I just meant it seems stupid to people on the outside."

The Dalai Lama gently admonished me, "It is better not to say things that you might have to apologize for." I felt like retorting, "I know, but I'm not enlightened," but recognized that he was right so I just nodded in acknowledgment.

Tribal Imposter

I am watching a movie about an anthropologist who is living with a native tribe. Jake comments on the scene where, after eating the native spicy food, the anthropologist has to take a huge shit. He washes his hands in a regular bathroom and there is a girl who also comes out of a stall and washes her hands. They join the tribe in the circle around a fire.

Suddenly, I am part of the tribe. Whether I am "part" of it or not, I'm not sure because while they are all black, I am still white and also have no relationship with them. We get a message from a lady somehow informing us that there is a huge storm coming and we must all walk to the safe weather house. We're all kind of disappointed as if we've been there before and really don't want to go. It doesn't take us long to walk there and its only just beginning to rain. Its dark out but I can make out the details of the area. There are a ton of trees, we are in a forest, but the path to the house has been cleared. It's muddy but none of us mind.

The house itself doesn't look like it should for a weather safety house. Its a usual wood building with chipped paint, it looks pretty old and out of the norm in the woods. I wonder to myself why the tribe would let modern man come into the forest so easily, but I don't apply the fact that this building is old and therefore the expansion must have happened quite a long time ago. To enter the house, we don't go through the main door. We all step through a fake painting on the outside of the house. It looks like a black and white framed painting, but its actually silk flaps that we can walk into.

Inside, against one wall there are little cubby holes for each of us. Some are built for two people, and the couples go into them, as if all was pre-set for us (or as if we've been here before, recently). I run to the last one, half knowing its where I belong and half thinking if I don't get a cubby to stay in, I won't have one. We all get settled in. Mine is relatively empty, as is all the others, though some have blankets and pictures on the walls. Everyone starts talking to eachother in their usual dramas and friendships.

The lady who called us in here is really nice. She might be an anthropologist herself, perhaps thats why she is taking care of us tonight and runs this building. She calls attention to us and on a huge chalkboard on the opposite wall she has written the alphabet. Everyone is bored with it but we are handed little chalkboards and try to write it down. She explains the letters and then in a strange yet understanding way she explains the song behind the "alphabet song", the accents on each letter when you sing and how they relate to other sounds you can make, and how "big" or "little" the sound is. A few of the tribe people understand this completely and laugh at her elementary way of explaining things. My conscious dream mind daydreams of the thought of musically inclined people.

I come back to the dream and start drawing the letters but remember that I am an educated person and don't want to be "found out", so I draw them with my left hand. The lady comes over to me and she has a little see through plastic page with black lettering. Its an astrology chart. I ask about the Chinese horoscope and she says this one is the Zodiac. I talk to her about it and she asks if I'm a leo. I say yes, and she says she is too, that she was born on August first. We begin talking about the tribe. I leave behind me the notion of "fitting in" with them, and talk about how its like having your own soap opera always with you because of the intricate dramas always happening. While we talk, the tribe people are all just talking, fighting, laughing, etc.

I wake up and it looks like lightening is illuminating my room. Not just light-wise, but everything in my room is highlighted by lightening streaks and the windows are completely white. I do a reality check, I seem to be awake, and wonder if this is just more of the winter thunder storms that has happened. I go back to sleep.

Everyone has left the building or something, and I am outside in the darkness gliding/running very very fast across muddy hills. I see a modern house and hear a voice that tells me "they are inside" and so I glide to it. On the porch, I'm welcomed in by a black lady who has a motherly aura. We go into the kitchen and she's making dinner. I lean on the counter and we discuss how one of the tribes people, a 20 something woman, is living here and is trying to fit into modern society. She has wrecked her life somehow, getting into drugs and prostitution and lacking any education. Her memory comes to mind. On her chest, she has one of those microdermal implants. It's a circle with a piercing in the middle, and a sun tattooed around it. Her whole face has piercings and dot tattoos. I wonder how she fits in with the people of this area and age. The motherly woman asks if she can move in with me because she needs a place. I tell her she is my sister, even if we are very different and of course I will take her in.

Book Thief

I am with Autumn and her parents and another man and we go to a gift store (which is where Goodwill is in waking life). Inside I begin to look at the books and everyone scurries off into their own directions. On a rack I find a book by the same author as a Series of Unfortunate Events (I can tell not by the name but by the artwork/similar appearance). The title amazes me: How To Be A Lucid Dreamer! I have a dream memory of wanting this book very badly, ritually looking up reviews and prices online.
I don't have any money with me though, so I carry it around and intend to steal it. My mom comes to look at the books and I tell her I brought this book into my life and we both celebrate a little before I walk away. I start looking at little zebra sculptures that are for sale on one wall and daydream of a dream memory: I am asking Autumn to put a zebra sculpture in her bag for me to take it because I am too nervous. I feel bad about it and the guilt hits my "present" dream self, so I stop daydreaming. I walk over to a mini train that is running on a track circling a platform. I sit on the platform and go through the pages of my book. An electronic tag falls out, the kind that make sensors go off if you take it without paying, so I carry it around separately. I don't throw it away immediately because I know the techie who is in charge of that kind of thing in this store is somewhere near by.

I go back to the main part of the store and there is a giant dunk tank and folding chairs placed to watch it. Everyone in the store save a few shoppers are sitting down watching, so I do too. They say they are dunking all the people who steal from the store. I wonder how many people there are, but realize its one man who is representing all of the thieves. He has a disgusting mutilated Halloween face mask on and a belly shirt. His stomach is huge and over stretched. They dunk him, and the water makes his stomach rise and fall in slow motion. Everyone is laughing at how fat he is, but this is part of the act and he doesn't take offense. I really don't want to watch this idiotic scene anymore, so Autumns family leaves, though Autumn isn't with us.

Before we leave, I am simultaneously in the back seat of the car and inside the store. I ask the man driving if I can have four dollars so I can buy the book. The Dalai Lama is in the passenger seat and turns around and tells me "you're really getting into something". My heart jumps at recognition from such a high being. I don't pay for the book, we just leave, and that seems to be part of the driver's joke he quietly has with me. I give him back the money. He gives me back the same amount of bills, but its 3 one dollar bills and 1 one hundred dollar bill. I laugh and give it back to him: I don't need it.


Frag

I am in the back seat of Jacks car. Jack is driving and Andrew is in the passenger seat. We are going around the highway looking at dead animals. We see an orange cat in the middle of the road and a fox on the shoulder. I get a text from Heather and she asks me to come over, I say sure and tell Jack to drop me off. I get worried about her seeing Jacks car. My POV switches to upstairs in Heathers house (usually she lives in a one story house) and looking out the window, seeing the car. I tell Jack to drop me off at the beginning of the driveway, but its really snowy so I know that wont work. I dont know what to do.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING
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WILD from a FA (?)
I was dreaming I had woken up in my bed (FA) and I tried to fall asleep (in the dream) and enter a lucid dream. I was focusing on the image of a mirror to use as a portal. Just as if I were awake, I went through the process of trying to sleep for a while. I was seeing the image clearer, then weakened, then stronger again, then I almost woke up... Then I decided to cover my eyes with my sleeping mask, because there was some light in the (dream) room coming through the window and that might have been the reason why I was not falling asleep easily.
[I only realized this part had been a dream when much later I woke up from my LDs and saw that I had never put my sleeping mask on. It was still on the drawer.]

Dream Warriors School
I finally managed to fall asleep (inside the dream) and immediately went into a dream of a empty room with only one large mirror on the wall. I changed it to have a certain size and shape. But then when I tried to cross it, the mirror was completely solid. I tried several times, I created several mirrors and none of them worked. Strange! That never happens!
Then came a girl who told me to sit with her. She explained to me what I should do to get through the mirror, but I told her "Yes, but that's what I always do! I do not understand why it does not work this time. " Then she told me something about me being on a new level and that I had to get used to how things worked a bit differently around there and she invited me to follow her. In the same building as we were, she took me to a more reserved area, with some large glass doors, which closed with some kind of electromagnetic field. I noticed that we were being followed, but the two guys who followed us were stranded outside. She did not seem to be worried about then, but I looked into their eyes through the doors and I realized they were men in black, but not of the usual kind. They had a devilish look in their eyes and I felt that these were more powerful that the usual guys. I did not feel very safe, but the girl told me that we were safe and she introduced to me the rest of the guys. It was a bunch of other dreamers and I knew we were the Dream Warriors School.
We were going to get to know each other when suddenly in front of me the men in black materialized. They had managed to pass the force field. It all happened very fast. They wanted to steal something, an object that was in the middle of the hall and they did it under our nose. But when they were fleeing, I used telekinesis to throw things at them, I threw fireballs and I fought physically with one or two. Other dreamers have also tried to block them, but they escaped. The atmosphere was very somber after that.
A bit after we were surprised by a visitor. It was the Dalai Lama who gave us some words of encouragement. There was a guy sitting behind me asking me some questions about if there was some protocol to follow, like how to address him or how to sit in front of him...., I guess because everybody knows I’m Buddhist and I would know this stuff, but I told him not to worry and just be natural.
After the Dalai Lama left us, someone handed us a paper with some writings on and asked us to make a prayer circle and for the health – I don’t remember if it was of someone’s health in particular, but I think it was for global health.

I kissed a girl and I liked it
I was wandering some place looking for a toilet and found a ladies restroom which was full of girls waiting in line. I then saw some toilets that had a sign saying it was for exclusive use of lesbians, people with certain diseases and other awful things. I thought that discrimination was just disgusting. Then I noticed how clean and brand new they were and it occurred to me “Of course, nobody ever uses it, because it would be too damn embarrassing”. But I saw the opportunity and decided to use one of those toilets: they were clean and available! Some fatty girl laughed at me and asked “Hey girl, are you lesbian?” and the only response I got for her was to start singing Katy Perry’s song “I kissed a girl and I liked it!” I was LMAO and I started shaking my booty to the rhythm of the song. That broke the ice and all the girls were really amused and started singing along with me. My friend ZIlla dropped by and took me away saying "are you crazy?".

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Lucid wandering
I think I fell asleep lucid. I was with my BF talking about something and I remind him that we’re just dreaming. I know he hates that I bring this subject up, but I have to tell him the truth. He was more or less accepting it but he wanted some proof, so I grabbed the comic books of Astérix he had on his hands and showed him how the title of the book changed every time we’d read it: I read three different titles, in french, english and even latin. He seemed convinced, which is unusual on him and then I recalled he had already got up in RL, so this was only a DC, that is why it was corresponding to my expectations. Boring.
My lucidity wasn’t so great, so I just went to practice my control of the elements. I threw fireballs at a merchant’s tent I came across. I was feeling so very guilty as the man was screaming, but I wanted to put down the fire with water and only if something really important was at stake, like the livelihood of someone else, then I would try my best to shoot water as well as I shoot fire. But once again it didn’t go as well as planned. I didn’t shoot water from my hands, I just made rain fall over the tent, putting the fire down. I don’t know why my water control always goes this way, but ok. I noticed how the people around were all very angry at me, shouting and looking threatening, so I decided to fly away from them. I flew over a street full of tents with asian merchants. I thought it could be China, but I wasn’t sure. Then I saw a museum of chocolate art and I went inside. It looked like those ice sculpture museums on open air they make in China, but it was indoors and made of chocolate. The floor, the walls, the sculptures, everything was made of chocolate. I got some blade skates and skated through the museum. I noticed this was chipping the chocolate floor, but whatever. I found a portuguese couple sitting on a chocolate bench admiring some chocolate caravels and then I felt this incredible sexual urge taking over me and I had to run to the closest restroom. I locked myself in and I was looking at myself in the mirror and thinking “Don’t fucking waste a lucid on sex!” Wow, but the urge was really overwhelming, so I took all my clothes off and got butt naked. I looked so hot that I had to make love to myself right there! LOL

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