I was in McDonalds with my sis. We were eating. Then suddenly, we have to escape. Some people want to kill or take us. We ran outside. Or rather, I ran outside while carrying her (she was small). They were shooting guns, and I shoot them with magical force. I ran on the street and shot them. We were walking. I was with sis and... someone else. I think it was mom, but not sure now. We were walking, and I saw a huge tree from afar. It was sparkling, like early dawn with dews still fresh. It was beautiful and magical. We were going to that tree. We arrived at the root, me and sis and mom, I think. We were talking. We crossed over an obstacle, and I found books. I looked for books that are interesting. One is a book about Sen. Mirriam Santiago, but co-authored by a few others. We climbed. We climbed up the tree. But then it was no longer a tree. It was a dormitory of sorts. I walked, but couldn't find them. Then I heard a "door" close, and I saw that the wall is actually a door. I opened it, and saw stairs going up. I saw them up the stairs. I followed. We put our stuff in our respective rooms. I was in the room with Cat. An old friend and classmate, JJ, was also there. Then Cat received a call from his mom. We all heard it. She was looking for him, and when he said we're on the third floor, she told him to move to the first/ground floor. I wanted to say it's "safer" up in the third floor, but everybody's packing their stuff already. The place looked (or felt) like Cebu.
Non-Lucid (Side Notes) Lucid (I am just going to post some small fragments from a dream I had last night and the day before.) --------------------------------------- - I was brought to a semi-dumpy psychiatric hospital. I remember screaming and crying because I knew they were going to do experiments on me and use pills isolation to try to alter my mind and personality. - I was in a medium sized dorm room, except my bed was in a rectangular nook area. I looked to my side and saw a black guy laying in the bed next to me and I remember asking: "They let boys and girls stay in the same rooms together?" then I said how I didn't mean that in some perverted way. He smiled and said yes, then went to sleep. - I was in a large office. A head psychologist who I'd been fighting with off and on about treatments was talking with me when I guess I collapsed and was coughing up blood and blood was also oozing out of my head. I remember him saying that I had some sort of infection and that the only way to get rid of it was...for him to find a dried up hornets nest, pee on it then shove it in my mouth??? My P.O.V was like I was watching a movie, then switched back to first person view where I noticed the hornets nest in my mouth and yanked it out. I started screaming how he was crazy and I remember (as if I had another body) thinking that he felt horrible about what he was doing and was scared I was going to die. I don't remember much else from that --------------------------------------- - I was on a plane full of people and someone had a gun. They were going around picking people to shoot off and I eventually got shot int he shoulder ( I think ). --------------------------------------- (From the 16th or 17th, I believe this was...) - False awakening. I woke up in bed, looked around and came to the conclusion that I was dreaming. I did the "poke finger in hand" RC and it worked. I plugged my nose and I could breathe, so I decided to move onward. I walked through my house and out to the car where I drove into town (which changed to a complete different town) and ended up waking up for real a few moments after.
Tiger. Dead? Dormitory. I'm in a bar/club. Donnie was there. Closing time. About to go home. Went out. Donnie has a car, but it's red instead of white. I just thought his company gave him a different one. Trying to invest in real estate. Choosing a place. Fences. Neighbors. Night.
I'm hunting for a new dormitory for the coming school year. I wanted to enroll. I went to three dormitories. The 2nd one was my previous dormitory in Libertad, although now it's situated by the sea. It has a nice view of the sunset. However, Nang Grace, the caretaker, said that there's no more space. I went to the last one, which I actually already paid for previously. The caretaker is an old woman. I have to pay for tuition and the rest, so I went out to look for a BPI ATM. I went to a mall, via a van, but found there's only Landbank. There's an ATM across the street. I saw Olive F. cross the street. I wanted to cross it too, but then worried it might be a no-crossing zone. I looked for an overpass but didn't find any. Looked around the mall. I was with sis. I charged my cell phone in a store, but they had a hard time looking for the right charger for it. But they did find one. Then I worried I might not be able to pay for it, coz I don't have money yet.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in a dark bedroom. The door was open a crack, and there was also a slim window running along the right (my right) side of the door. The door and window opened out to a hallway full of fluorescent light. It was like I was in a dorm room. There was a bed against the wall to the right of the door. There seemed to be somebody walking out in the hallway. He didn't seem to trust me, or else he didn't seem to like the fact that I was around. I myself didn't quite feel like I belonged here. I may have been hoping I could get out of here soon. I was pacing back and forth in the bedroom. I paced toward the door and turned around. I was about to start walking away from the door when the man somehow got a hold of me. He either told me or handed me a note saying that I needed to paint a bench. I knew what bench the man had been talking about. I realized I had forgotten to paint it. This was somehow a relief to me. I felt like now I had a task I had to take care of, I really had a reason to stay here. Before, I realized, I had been almost arrogantly insisting that I didn't have to be here, as if I was better than this place. But now that I had a task, I could focus on the task and keep a humble outlook on where I deserved to be. I was in a living room with a few other people, some of whom may have been my family members. The living room also felt a little like an artist's studio or workshop. The floor were concrete and paint-spattered. The walls were bare white plaster. The light was a very harsh, raspy incandescent. There seemed to be a TV blaring somewhere. And everybody either seemed to be busy or distracted. I knelt down to a wooden bench about knee-high and maybe three meters long. The bench had been painted white. But either the paint had started chipping off or else the paint job I had given the bench had been so bad that I'd missed patches of the bench altogether. So I needed to fill in the unpainted patches with white paint. I was painting the bench and thinking about painting. At first I may have been doing a good job of painting the bench. But at some point I may have wondered if it really was a good plan to put new paint among all the stretches of old paint. I didn't think the old paint and new paint would look very good together. Then I realized that the paint I was laying on the bench wasn't actually "sticking." It would disappear only a while after I painted the patch. It seemed like either the paint evaporated away or like the paint just sank into the wood. I then realized that I had forgotten to lay a coat of primer before I lay the coat of white paint on the bench. But I didn't have any primer here. I stood up. I had to head out and grab some primer. For some reason, Lewis Carroll was in the living room. He may have been the last person I said goodbye to before I went to grab the primer. He may have said something encouraging about my painting job so far. I was now walking around in the parking lot of some huge shopping center or mall. It was either late night or early morning. Some of the stores were open, including a huge grocery store that didn't have any doors on its front, just a huge opening. I walked past a few huge stores. I seemed to be confused about what I needed to get. I either couldn't quite remember what I'd needed to get, or else I couldn't figure out where I needed to get it. I now remembered where I needed to go. But the store was closed, and it wouldn't open for a couple of hours. But I needed the stuff now. I needed to get back home and paint the bench for something like a birthday party. But I wasn't going to be on time. I somehow knew this. I suddenly remembered that I needed primer. It suddenly dawned on me that I could have gotten primer at any time during the past few days. But I'd waited and waited and never gotten it. Now it was too late. I was desperately disappointed with myself. I had done stuff like this before in my life. Would I ever learn how to just do things on time, instead of always waiting until it was too late? I was about to start crying, I was so disappointed with myself. But, right then, I got a call on my cell phone. It was my mom. She very quickly told me she'd speak with me in a moment. I then heard her getting on the phone with someone else. I dropped the phone from my ear and thought, Oh, god. Here's another one of these calls where my mom gets all dramatic and then tells me something that isn't bad or dramatic at all. I put the phone back to my ear. I was walking past a store, another store with no doors, just a huge opening. So I walked inside, thinking I might be able to find something, maybe primer. The store actually looked like some kind of home improvement store. My mom appeared to be talking to some kind of hospital, even though I couldn't hear the person my mom was talking to. My mom said something about trying to get information about my brother. He had been taken to the hospital for some emergency. I thought that this sounded serious after all. My mom had some information on my brother. She gave it to the operator, to find out where my brother was. The info was like a room number or something. The operator put my mom on hold. My mom came back to talking to me. She said, "Your brother has thrown himself to the ground." I understood this to mean that my brother had attempted or committed suicide by throwing himself off a multi-story building. I said, "No," in a flat, but panicked voice. I was about to lose control of myself and start pleading, "No, no, no!" into the phone. But I didn't I was too afraid that the hospital operator would hear me (even though I couldn't hear her), think I was being disruptive, and hang up before giving my mom any information on my brother. I walked over to an ATM to get some money to buy whatever it was I was here to buy. As I walked over to the ATM, I pulled the phone away from my ear. I had some web page regarding the hospital on my screen. The text was black, with some passages of text in tan-orange lettering. The screen was kind of like visiting or facilities information. I kind of got the impression that this place wasn't a hospital in the conventional sense. As I got to the ATM, before I could even slide my card through, my mom was back on with the operator. She said something like, "He did? When? Well, it would have been really nice if someone had told me this earlier." It was obvious my mom was terribly sad and angry. She wanted to burst into tears. But she kept her temper with the operator, sounding pretty well composed, though slightly irritated. I understood, before my mom even got back on the phone with me, that my brother had died. The hospital really only called to tell my mom this because they couldn't hold onto the body. They needed someone to take it away. Otherwise, they might never have called my mom. My mom told the operator she'd be right back. She put the operator on hold. She got back on with me and said, "Your brother died at 4:15 AM this morning."
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