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    1. #212: Phasing through

      by , 09-22-2016 at 10:23 AM
      Itís daytime and Iím driving a white motorcycle in what appears to be an Indonesian city. Iím driving on the left side of the road. I decide to stop my bike on the side of the road. I think I may be dreaming, but Iím not sure yet and I donít want to take any chances, considering that Iím driving a motorcycle. I try to push my fingers through my palm and it works. I instantly realise that I am indeed dreaming. I decide to get up from the bike. The whole steering section has just vanished, allowing me to dismount very easily. I continuously re-push my finger through my palm and keep telling myself that Iím dreaming. I think of other things that I can do to stabilise the dream. Iím doing good so far. I might even win the challenge with werty52 to have a 5 minute long lucid. I decide to strengthen the dream by focusing on my senses. I drop to the ground and run my hands over the sand thatís on the ground. The sense of touch is very realistic. It feels awesome. Throughout the dream I feel some excitement, but I contain it.

      I am in a room somewhere inside. I have the feeling itís an Indonesian room somehow. I feel the need to RC (perhaps because I feel like Iíve had a FA, though Iím not sure anymore) so I try to push my finger through my palm and it works. I realise Iím dreaming again. I consider what to do for a moment. I donít have any real goals, any actions to undertake. I walk over close to a wall. Then I crouch down on the ground, placing my hands on the ground as well. I decide to let myself phase through the ground. I know that normally this is done with the wall, but ah, whatever. Without putting any conscious effort into it, I slowly start sinking into the ground. I wonder what will await me on the other side. I get about halfway through when I hear a sound that throws me off guard. I assume it to be from the waking world, though Iím not certain. Itís the sound of a mobile food vendor coming by.

      Iím in a similar, or perhaps the same room again. Iím seated in a comfy chair. Iím already considering that I might be dreaming again and perform the finger through palm technique. Iím not fully convinced by the results, because my finger goes through at the edge of my palm, making me doubt whether it really went through or just along the side. For some reason I canít make it out very clearly. A bit in the distance are two white people, a guy and a girl my age. They come over to talk. Iíve never met before. Now Iím performing the same RC over and over, while trying to have a conversation with 2 strangers and trying to make a good first impression. The guy is German and has me using my very limited vocabulary. The girl is from Australia. We talk for a bit more. Eventually I want to get this RC right so I ask the guy to touch index finger tips with me. I figure that this way I wonít be attempting to smash my finger through my hand like an idiot and if my finger passes through his, Iím dreaming. Yeah.. totally normal request to make. So much for a good first impression.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    2. #207: Bookshop

      by , 09-08-2016 at 04:16 AM
      I'm somewhere in a city, together with a white girl my age. We seem to be spies and we're a team. Perhaps we are also in a relationship, though I'm not sure about that. We're about to start our mission. We've definitely done something similar before, because as we start I even say something like "here we go again" in English. We're a few metres above street level and jump a bit down onto a brown wooden walkway (which I think wasn't meant to be a walkway) to cross the road. On this side of the road are a bunch of shops, in a neat row, like any shopping street. The building style is quite old, gothic perhaps. There's grey concrete pillars and presumably arches about 2 metres in front of the shops. We take care cause we spot a police officer outside and there's another one inside one of the shops. Both of them are white, one male, one female. I think it was the female who was still outside. We hide behind one of the pillars. We're right in front of a bookshop and we decide to go in, I think for information. The bookstore is well lighted, everything is bright. It's a neat place. I get a bit distracted by my passion for books. We look around, trying to be inconspicuous. They are having a sale. Every single book is 9 ... euro's? Pounds? Not sure. 9. As far as I remember, only the owner of the shop was present. She reminds me of a university lecturer I had.. or perhaps it's her. A white woman in her 40s with slightly curly hair. I'm not sure of the colour anymore. My partner and I only look, never touching any of the books. We're standing at a low bookcase near the window. My partner decides to go outside to view the books in the window. She gives me a look. I don't remember what type of look. Not to get distracted perhaps? I walk around the bookshop and once I've reached the final bookcase, I let out a small sigh. The owner, who is behind a round counter, responds to it. Something along the lines of "can't find what you're looking for?" I respond with "you must've heard that sigh a lot." She starts asking me about my book preferences so that she can help me out. I tell her that I'll read a lot of things. The last things I've read are fantasy books though. She is a bit uncertain, but finally decides to show me two books. I don't remember the first one (or perhaps the second one). The one that I do remember is a gigantic book. It's got a blue cover. At one point it's open on the very last page and I see a price that says "0.09". I know it's meant to be a price of 9 ... whatever currency. The girl is now back as well and we go through the pages, flipping carefully towards the front. There's no text. It's all paintings. At one point I see a painting of a man's face that a friend of mine made a year ago, only this is much bigger. I'm surprised by this. Did my friend's work get published somehow? Did she just copy paint an existing painting? We continue flipping. Dragon. Some of the pages are torn and the lady says we have to be careful. People have been mishandling this book, causing some tears along the lines of the paint. I like this book, especially considering it's price. There's no way I can take it with me though. I start anticipating a sales pitch from the woman. I anticipate that she will suggest home delivery. Even then, it would take up too much space in my room.
      Tags: bookshop, english, spy
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    3. #203: Airport checks

      by , 09-02-2016 at 01:57 AM
      I'm in an airport. I believe it's supposed to be London. I'm going through the security checks right now. I walk through an area, unsure of where exactly to go. There are barely any people. There's different checks for citizens of different countries. I'm not to sure which one is for EU citizens. In my mind I have a British passport. I finally pick where to go and am submitted to another check. I realise then that I need my passport for this check, which is in my bag. I rummage through the pockets of my clothing, pretending to be looking for it, when a display shows that they already have my passport. I am asked to sit off to the side with a white, male security employee. Of course I am. I always am. I lay down on something. I feel as if I'm at a psychologist on the couch. The guy starts talking and asking me questions. He explains that they're just gonna check if I'm really the person who I claim to be. He starts with my birthdate. "So your birthday is on the 20th of December?". No it's not. I give him my real birthdate. I realise this is a check. Why not just take my fingerprints? He continues talking to me and I reply. They're stupid questions and I realise it's more about how nervous I react to being interviewed than anything else. I stay calm, as I'm totally legit. He's carefully paying attention to my speech and asks me to speak up and be really loud. I reply along the lines of: ah of course, if I speak louder you can more easily hear the trembling and such in my voice. I have half a mind to continue talking softly. My explanation for my soft talking would be that I've lived in Indonesia, where people talk softly.
      Tags: airport, english
      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. #186: Garden

      by , 08-01-2016 at 03:04 AM
      Garden
      I'm in the same big garden where I really was a few days ago, with a lot of people for an event. Somewhere in the garden I suddenly hear a sound. I don't remember what it sounded like, but upon looking it turned out that a fan had just dropped to the ground. It's a bit distorted due to the impact. Some people have already gathered around it. I think about going there as well, but what's the purpose. I walk the other way. In the mean time I start to think about how crazy it is that Snoop Dogg, this laid back stoner who says nigga all the time, is working for NASA as an engineer. I walk over to my friend Frank, who is playing an addictive reaction based game on his phone. We get to talking and he wants me to have a go at the game. I tell him I'm avoiding it, cause I know I'll be addicted to improving my own score.

      A little bit later, my friend Re is here as well. We're sitting down with Frank. We get to talking about his girlfriend. He uses a different name than from what I was expecting, which throws me off for a moment. The conversation moves to a type of Skype programme. Re's pc is standing on the desk right next to me. I press the Windows key to make the search pop up and start looking for this programme. Totally not an invasion of privacy... In the end my friend San is there as well, and FIFA is booted. I quickly use the username "M", not wanting to bother to use an actual name. I then get to choose the level of difficulty. I think it may have been set in Dutch.
    5. #185: Papua / Guard

      by , 07-30-2016 at 03:28 AM
      Papua
      I'm talking to a dark skinned girl. She has quite short, black hair. I had a reason for talking to her. I think she was behind the counter somewhere. I started talking to her in Indonesian, but apparently she doesn't really speak it that well yet. She tells me in English that she often gets confused for Papuan and that she doesn't like it. I tell her that I understand the feeling, cause it happens to me all the time as well. My skin is lighter than hers though.

      Guard
      I'm outside of what is supposed to be my dorm. It's a sunny day. I am about to walk into the direction of the building. The guard whom often looks grumpy is sitting outside. He's got the near empty tube of showergel in his hands that I threw out yesterday. Really? He took it from the trash so that he could salvage that little bit? I walk past him and he asks me a question about why I'm moving rooms. He asks me in Indonesian and I explain it to him in Indonesian. I tell him about the dog that's always barking and that someone else living on the other side of the hallway can never hear the dog, so I'm hoping to solve my problems like that.

      Updated 07-30-2016 at 03:33 AM by 71740

      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. #182: Yet another short lucid.. / Shoes & Africans / Water money

      by , 07-22-2016 at 03:18 AM
      Went to bed around 1am, woke up from my alarm at 6am, stayed awake till 7am and then went back to sleep.

      Yet another short lucid..
      Iím in my friend Fayís dormitory, in her room [which is much smaller than her real room]. Weíre in her bed together, trying to sleep. Itís a single bed, so weíre cozied up together. For the most part, I'm facing away from her, and she is hugging my back. After a while I consider this to be odd. Not in a dreamlike sense, but in a 'this is morally wrong' sense, considering that we're both in a relationship and are friends with each other's partners. There are some holes in my memory of the dream. At one point I'm completely nude, just because it is so hot. I feel like she wasn't able to see it anyway, so it didn't matter much. Some time later I put on my blue/white boxers with a red waistband. At yet another moment we're facing each other. She laughs at me 'pretending' to have been sleeping. She's talking in English. There's a point where it just becomes so weird to me that I feel the need to RC. I'm sure now that I managed to push my finger through my palm, but at that moment my view was obstructed, so I wasn't sure. At a later moment in time I have severe difficulties opening my eyes. I know this feeling. It's happened to me before in dreams! It takes me forever to open my eyes. I think it's at this point that my friend is becoming touchy. I resist at first, but as I'm becoming more confident that I'm in a dream I let up. Finally I decide to perform another RC. My finger goes through my palm and I can see it clearly this time. There is no weird sensation though, like there sometimes is. It also took a lot of effort to push my finger through, as if my skin was resisting it. I move my finger around in my palm for a bit. Then I get slightly excited and think about what I want to do. I get up from the bed. There's 2 things on my mind: I want to teleport a friend in here and I literally said something along the lines of "Sweet, now let's make that fireball eh waterball," in Dutch. I go for the waterball. I think to myself for a moment whether I shouldn't take the time to stabilise first. Ah nah, screw that. Ok so how do I make a waterball? I improvise. I put my right hand up in the air, forming it in a half circle. With my left hand I start pushing into this circle, as if I'm trying to move something (water) into it. I can hear a dog bark. Neighbour's dog. Fuck. It's destabilising me. I'm trying to focus and to remain stable, but I wake up. I perform a RC. This is not a FA. The neighbour's dog is really barking.. for just a few seconds.

      I definitely need to read up on stabilisation again, considering how many lucids I've had lately and how quickly they always end.

      Shoes & Africans
      I'm in the room of my dormitory. There are some shoes on the desk that I never use. Including some women's shoes. They're all black or another dark colour. I take them outside with me. I put on one of my own shoes, the black ones. Only on the right foot though. I think I'm wearing white socks. I walk downstairs with the other shoes still in my hand. There's a large gathering of African students downstairs. The hall is much bigger than it is in reality. If I had known that there would be people around, I wouldn't have made a fool of myself by wearing only one shoe. Also, there's this many Africans here? I would've loved to know this earlier. There are a lot of people here I don't know though. I should lock my room. I think I hear some talk in English. That's all I remember.

      Water money
      I'm at the dormitory again. This time there are just a few people, including our non-English speaking guard. Someone makes a joke that since we [the tenants] are paying for drinking water and the guard is also using it, he should also pay. He tells him in English. I ask the guard in Indonesian if he understood, ready to translate if necessary. He tells me he did. He'll get his money. I think it's kind of mean, considering how little he earns from this job.
      Categories
      lucid
    7. #181: Another short lucid / Motor

      by , 07-20-2016 at 12:40 AM
      I woke up naturally around 5.30 am and decided it would be a good moment to become lucid. I went to the toilet and then started performing SSILD.

      Another short lucid
      I'm lying in my bed in my room in the dormitory. To the left of me is my Mac. There are two guys in my room. One of them is my dormmate, the other a guy that frequently visits. They are tucking me in for bed. At first I'm ok with it, but after a while they get annoying. They keep on tucking the blanket and touching my head and generally just preventing me from falling asleep. Then it occurs to me that I might already be asleep. I attempt to push the index finger of my right hand through my left palm. It works. I should put more attention into stabilising before doing anything else. I leave my finger in my palm, wiggling it around every once in a while. At one point my eyes are closed. I'm afraid to open them, cause I'm afraid that I will open my real eyes. After a few seconds of indecision I slowly attempt to open them. I believe I can feel my real eyes opening, though I'm not sure if that's true. I'm not sure whether this was still in the dream or after, but I turned around in bed and tried to push my left index finger through my right forearm.

      Motor
      I'm in a city in Indonesia, riding a motorcross bike. The body is predominantly green. Behind me is my girlfriend, also driving a manual motor. I switch gears a few times, though I think not so smoothly. Across the street is a woman who is just getting on her motorcycle. It seems like she has fallen off. I cross the street to ask her in Indonesian if she is doing fine. She replies in English that she is. It surprises me slightly that she would reply in English. I focus on getting back to the other side of the street. My motor has shut off and the electric start won't turn it back on. I switch gears down 2 times. The motor changes gears quite violently. After this I believe to be in first gear and try again. It works.
      Categories
      lucid
    8. #161: Waterfail / Gossip

      by , 06-20-2016 at 12:44 AM
      Bed: 23.00
      Wake up: 06.30
      Now: 06.35

      Waterfail
      I'm having a dream within a dream. In the second layer I start fidgeting with my tooth which is in the upper right section of my mouth. Eventually it comes out, leaving a new tooth which has just pierced the gum to develop. I immediately realise what this means. I start moving my hands to perform an RC, but I know it's not even necessary. Yup, dreaming. After maximum 2 seconds of indecisiveness, I attempt to complete my waterball challenge with werty52. It's a total bust. I have my eyes closed and get thrown out of the dream in mere seconds. I have a FA, without realising it.

      Gossip
      I'm in a shop or something. There's multiple lines. My ex girlfriend is already standing in a line, at the very end, with a black guy close to her. I approach her from behind and rest my hand on her stomach. It seems as if we're still together. The guy starts talking to me about another black guy a few metres to our left. He asks me if I heard the guy. He asks me so in Dutch or in English. I reply that I heard him, in Surinam. I figure I don't want to be overheard by the guy who we're going to talk about, though odds are he also speaks Surinam. I also realise quickly that I've put myself in a bind. My Surinam is not that great, so I hope the guy won't make it difficult. Luckily he switches over to English pretty fast. He says something about it being impolite, but he's talking about it being impolite for the other guy to talk Indonesian..? Meanwhile the line is moving and my ex is asking me what we're talking about. I decide on telling her shortly after, though that moment doesn't come.
    9. #131: Pee

      by , 04-23-2016 at 07:13 AM
      I'm in Indonesia, somewhere in the nature, a jungle area. Something tells me that this is Pangandaran. I'm driving a moped with my girlfriend on the back. We're going back to.. a building or something? I don't know. A bit of a starting base. En route we pass my friend Sander, who is going in the opposite direction. I shout out to him. He's taking a mudtrail straight ahead. There's also a semi-trail a bit to the right. It's a more interesting location I think. I thought about turning around and following him, but I don't.

      My girlfriend and I are at the 'building'. I don't even really remember a building. I guess it's more of a resting area. At some point my cousin and her husband show up, along with their 3 kids. Suddenly I'm standing in the bathroom in my mom's kitchen, brushing my teeth. I exit to greet them while they walk through the hallway. My cousin's husband is first. Awkward handshake cause he's holding the baby. I'm not sure if we talk about motorcycles or that that happened in a later dream.

      I'm inside a building now with some people, including a few of my best friends. I'm sitting on a chair. A few people enter, including a blonde girl. She is somehow pretty and ugly at the same time, making her interesting. I think it's a shop we're in. The shop owner at the back wants them to speak in Indonesian, just as a friendly joke. The girl asks for help from us. I ask her in English what she wants to say. Somewhere early on I figure out she's Dutch, but still we talk in English for a bit more.

      A bit later on she decides to sit on my lap. My girlfriend is in this time room, so I wonder for a moment how this is going to go down. After a few seconds I realise she is in fact sitting on the lap of the woman to my left and her feet are on my legs. Her feet.. while she's wearing dirty shoes with some mud still stuck to the bottom. I think "takroe maniri" to myself [rude manners in Surinam]. I don't say anything for some reason. The woman on who's lap she is sitting does. She changes position so that she is still resting her legs on me, but not her feet, something like that.

      There's a big brown, old-looking bookcase. For some reason it's been decided that this is the ok place to pee, so I do so. The blonde girl is looking at me from an angle where I'm sure that she can see quite a bit. First I make an effort to conceal myself, but then I think 'fuck it'. Later on I go there to pee again. Somehow my aim is bad and I manage to splash myself. I can feel the warmth of the pee dripping in my pants. My hands are also wet. I dry them on a towel to my left. I'm feeling quite uncomfortable.


      I woke up immediately and went to the toilet shortly after. I couldn't fall asleep for another hour at least. In the beginning I felt very uncomfortable as I couldn't shake the feeling of having peed my pants, even though that didn't really happen. After that I had a load of short dreams about a lot of different things.
    10. [25-01-2016]

      by , 01-25-2016 at 10:53 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      I was in school. The classroom was heavily crowded. One of my classmates was having an exam at English lesson. He considered one question, but then another classmate whispered something, waved his hand and a puff of gray smoke shouted out of his hand, and striked the exam classmate on the head. This removed all of his knowledge from his head. Rest of us laughed. I recall that during casting, he muttered "Domus durbentia -'Dementia!"
    11. #77: Jayapura / Toilet / Tesla

      by , 01-25-2016 at 09:07 AM
      I went to bed around midnight. Woke up around 08:00 but was still in a daze. It's now 08:45.

      Jayapura
      I think this dream starts out as a video and eventually I'm actually there. It's daytime and I'm in Jayapura, the capital of Papua. I'm there as a tourist. I see cars and mopeds going about. The traffic is not too bad. Somewhere I find a simplified map that mentions 3 bridges which are all worth the visit and which are quite close to one another, in a straight line. I start walking and end up at a rock formation.

      A bit further I'm not sure where to go. There are 2 or 3 local boys about 12 - 14 year olds hanging about. I want to ask them in Indonesian which route to take. I can only fully recall using the term 'mas'. Damn, I guess that gives me away as being Javanese and not from here. One of the boys replies in excellent English. Aaaaand fuck. They know I'm a bule [foreigner] and now they're gonna (over)charge me to tell me where to go.

      A bit further in time there are a lot of people. The only one I can distinctively recall is my classmate Rai.


      Toilet
      I'm going to the toilet in my student home, the one on the first floor. I merely need to pee. I close the door behind me and want to lock it, but the lock has been removed. I decide to pee anyway. When looking again, I realise that the lock has been replaced with a newer, white lock. For a moment I think something of it, but I let it slide.

      Tesla
      I'm in the driver's seat of a Tesla, steering wheel on the left side. My mom is sitting next to me and there is an adult man sitting straight behind me. I'm test driving the Tesla, but at some point a remark is made about me taking a driving test. The Tesla is cool, but it has no chill. I gotta step on the brake real solid to stand still and if I don't it takes off like a monster. Because I'm not switching gears and because it makes so little sound, I continuously drive much faster than I think. At some point I'm backing up and preparing to drive away from what looks like a football stadium. I take it slow, because there are kids about. One kid's ball comes in front of my car and I know the kid will go after it, so I stop completely. Before the ball hits the right headlight, a kind of force field activates that prevents it from doing so.

      I'm driving on a small road through the woods. I can barely see anything, which isn't due to the woods. My vision is just compromised. I either say it or think it: my vision is more often compromised in dreams. It will all be fine once I'm out of the dream. I don't stop to think about the implications of this though.

      Plunge
      It's daytime and I'm in a car with 3 of my friends. I'm in the back to the left. After a while my friend rushes towards a parking spot near the edge of a stone dock or something similar. There is nothing to prevent him from going into the water. I'm afraid that we'll go in for just a moment, but then it's all good. We've come to a complete stop. Suddenly the car leans forward and we fall in anyway. I take a deep breath as we hit the water. The car is instantly filled up. Seemingly with my eyes closed I undo my seatbelt and open the door. Somehow I do the same thing twice, as if wanting to make really sure I'm good to get out. I felt a sensation at some point, though I can't describe what it was.
    12. #72: Class / FA

      by , 01-20-2016 at 09:26 AM
      I went to bed between 23:30 and 00:00. I woke up around 08:00. It's now 09:00. I wrote down some keywords for every dream.

      Class
      I'm sitting in a well-lit classroom, not very big. The lecturer standing in front of the class is my thesis supervisor. There are quite a number of people, though I can only recall 3 of them specifically. I think the class was conducted in English at first, but Kristen switches over to Dutch to talk about a specific issue that concerns only 4 of the people in this room, including me. One of the people who it concerns doesn't speak Dutch though. Kristen rambles on for a while and asks the opinion of the other 2 Dutch speakers involved (i.e. me as well). I briefly give my opinion and then state that this discussion might best be saved for later. I look at my supervisor and I see a small sign of approval. I say something to the person seated to the right of me. Something about that Kristen probably is insecure and that's the reason she is like this. I can hear the other Dutch person saying the same thing.

      FA

      I'm not sure where I am. I am holding my phone in my hands. I'm on whatsapp, talking to a classmate. I tell her that I had a dream and now I need to type it out to not look like an idiot. Damnit I don't wanna type it all out. I can't just give keywords either, cause then she won't understand.

      Fragments
      Ľ Something about me scanning banana's the way you would do in the supermarket...

      Ľ I'm in the same classroom again. I'm sitting somewhere on the left side. It's my birthday and people start to sing for me. Someone poors me a very sizeable beer.

      Ľ My little brother says something along the lines of "ok yes, sorry, I deal drugs". A bit later on my mom allows him to leave the house. I can't believe he's just allowed to leave and that he's not grounded.

      Ľ All I can remember from this one is that I'm talking with my mom in our local language.

      Ľ I'm showing an awesome lamp that I own to my classmate. It's a white, battery charged lamp. There are multiple openings to charge it from. I notice a big red switch on it I've never seen before. You have to turn the switch. I do so and the brightness of the lamp changes. Sweet! This is exactly what I had been missing from my lamp. The price of the lamp is pretty high though.
    13. #50: Cousin Jesus / Robe change / Joke ruined / Out-handsomed

      by , 12-06-2015 at 10:48 AM
      Couldn't fall asleep again. I also was too lazy to get out of my hammock after I woke up.

      Fragments
      Ľ It's night. I'm on a deserted beach with perhaps 2 friends. There are some very big rocks laying about. Not too far away is another island. It's Lombok. For some reason I'm under the impression that I'm in or close to Thailand. I think there were also 2 girls somewhere.

      Ľ The only thing I recall is someone talking to me and using the Indonesian word for 'news'.


      Cousin Jesus
      It's daytime and I'm standing with my cousin on bridge in some small city. We're playing around with a couple of tennis balls. A few times one of them falls into the water. One time I parkour my way down some walls to the wateredge and grab the ball out. Another time it's too far from the edge for me to grab, so I consider letting it just float to the other side so I can grab it there. My cousin does something else: he just runs across the water to grab a ball. How the hell did he do that? Or is the water so shallow that it only looks as if he's running on water? I'm considering doing it too. I can see him shaking his foot once he's standing on the grass again, cause his shoe got a bit wet.

      Robe change
      I'm chilling with my friend TD in a living room. We're not doing much. Just eating chips and what not. I feel like it might be getting a bit late, like 10pm. She says that we should go out to buy some more chips. I'm wondering whether she really wants to buy some chips or whether she is just trying to get me to leave.

      I'm standing in the hallway at the frontdoor. TD has turned into Anggie. There's a table standing in between me and the frontdoor. The frontdoor is open and Anggie is peeking outside. She is wearing a sort of nightgown-ish dress with something over it. Suddenly it's a shirt she's wearing. She takes it off. She's just standing in her bra now and I take a quick peek. Next she takes her bra off. I take another peek. She is very casually changing clothes, not caring about me being present. Somewhere along this moment I was shirtless as well and fumbling to get my shirt on. I had my shirt and my backpack on the table.


      Joke ruined
      It's daytime and I'm somewhere outside in a city with my best friend. A streetsales person comes up to us. First it was to talk to my friend about something non-sales related. I look away from the guy and look at him again and suddenly he's got his notepad and what not to write down our info. Yeah that's not gonna happen. The guy says something about a cinema. My friend isn't sure of which cinema he's referring to and I tell her it's the one we went to together a while ago.

      I'm walking with my friend. This salesguy is semi-following us on his moped. We decide to take a left to shake him off while he's not looking. We continue through an overpass tunnel. In the mean time I'm telling my friend about Anggie getting undressed in front of me. She says something and I try to say something along the lines of: "hey if God wants me to look at boobs, who am I to look away?" But I fumble with the words. Joke ruined.


      Out-handsomed
      I'm in a house with a garden. The house is so big that it may have actually been a public building. At three different moments three handsome looking actors walk in, looking their finest in their suits; Matthew McConaughey, Iain Glen and I can't recall the first one to come in. I feel some envy: I wanna look that good! Iain Glen strikes up a conversation with a slender black woman. I'm standing in the garden, watching as Jordy starts talking to a German guy who looks very much like him. They are talking in English. It turns out to be his boyfriend. There was some trouble between them, but it's all cleared now. I walk from the garden to the kitchen and I pass the place where Iain Glen was talking to the black woman. They aren't there anymore. I bet they are somewhere private. In the kitchen is my family: my mom, grandma, aunt, perhaps another aunt... My aunt makes a comment about me doing the dishes. Yeah yeah, but first I gotta find [can't remember]. I use it as an excuse not to do the dishes. I don't like the way my aunt tried to get me to do the dishes.
    14. #46: Japan / Heated bikes / Fashion / STD wings

      by , 12-02-2015 at 08:52 AM
      Japan
      I'm in Japan, visiting my Indonesian classmates from last year. We're somewhere outside and it's already quite dark. I recall Tina being there, who for some reason is in a wheelchair. I also remember Re. Next to her is Kristen. Re, talking in English, invites me to join them somewhere, though I don't recall for what or where. I tell her that I can probably join, but in which city will it be? My classmates all live in different cities. Re doesn't really understand the question, even after repeating it. I explain the question to Kristen instead, hoping that she can explain it to Re in a way that she will understand. Nor is present now as well. Apparently she and Kristen don't get along anymore. They swear at each other a bit. Inside I'm cheerful about this. Those two together annoyed the hell out of me.

      Heated bikes
      I'm at a party/gathering, I believe with my family. One of my best friends is present as well. He says it's about time for him to go. I look at a regular looking analogue clock on the wall. It's around half past something. I've made up my mind to leave around a quarter to.. whatever time it is. 15ish minutes later. I tell my friend that I'll also leave soon. He leaves straight away. I see him out. I think it's peculiar/rude that he doesn't bother saying bye to the others. The place we're standing in is quite odd. It's a open space with bicycles stalled on the left side. I suppose I'm alone already, cause I check the bikes. *sigh* My little brother has left the heating open on some bikes. I turn the knobs to turn it off. I take a look at my mountainbike. There's some ducktape applied on the frame near the front wheel. No way. Did he fuck it up? And I bet he'll deny everything.

      Fragments
      Ľ I don't recall where I am. I recall getting my red hoodie and examining it before putting it on. I end up doing the same thing you do when you're using a USB: 3rd time's a charm. After the first time turning my hoodie around I think it's odd that I'm still wearing it the wrong way. I just checked to make sure of it. Come on.

      Ľ I think there was a scene which involved my mom, though I can't recall what.


      Fashion
      There's a kind of mini fashion show going on. There's only one guy who shows 1 outfit. It's more of a funny play than a fashion show. I was involved with the idea of the content of the 'play'. The guy puts on a sweater/hoodie, walks around a bit, then places himself in front of a mannequin and pretends that this mannequin is violating him. Then he walks back into the dressing room and takes the hoodie off. He comes out and announces to the people present [despite me not seeing a single other person, I know they are all colleagues] that there are more clothes up on my highrise bed which they can take with them for free. By the time I go up on my highrise all the clothes are gone already. Damnit. Hey! They also took one of my shirts, which happened to lay around here. I think about it for a moment and then decide that they've taken the blue shirt of Kareem Abdul Jabbar. The thinking process in my mind is a bit odd, though I don't realise that. I climb back down and think about how I'll announce to the others that I'm missing some clothing. The others are already gone though.

      STD wings
      There's a girl sleeping in a tent. I think she's sick and trying to recover. She has gotten wings, angel-like wings. I think a potion that I made had something to do with it. I'm standing/walking in front of the tent. It's daytime. The wings can be transferred through biting someone. I consider having her bite me, but I dismiss that thought as I might also get a STD that way. Talking about STDs, I should have myself checked out. A few metres away from me are some people chilling on the grass I believe. I think the cat from Digimon which can turn into an angel is also lounging there.
    15. #17: Lecture / Car / Languages / Boring sunset

      by , 10-23-2015 at 09:01 AM
      Non-dream
      Non-lucid
      Lucid

      Dream 1: Lecture
      I'm sitting in a lecture hall. It's one of those classrooms where the rows to the back are way higher than the rows in the front. I think the lecture was already over. There are just a few people left. I myself am somewhere halfway to the back, perhaps a little bit further. I remember a girl sitting a bit further to the back. Also a classmate whom I rarely talk to because I don't care for her too much is there. She asks me how I'm doing with the final assignment. Ow man.. I'm too busy with the exams right now to do the assignment. I walk with her a bit, down the steps. She mentions that the assignment is already due this week Thursday. Wait what?! Isn't it the week after? I'm fucked. I realise that I need to go back to my seat instead of walk out with her, cause I'm barefooted and my shoes are still at my seat. I end up having the attention of the girl in the back for just a split second, while I'm standing in a row that's further to the back than hers. I do a diveroll [parkour move] over a row of seats.

      Dream 2: Car
      It's daytime and I'm sitting in the car, back row to the right. On the left is my girlfriend. The driver's seat is on the left side of the car. Cas, someone who I haven't talked to in years, is driving. In the passenger seat is at one point his ex-girlfriend and at one point a different girl. We are driving to the airport of Jakarta. I've got a sort of comfortable foetal position going on. At one point it feels like I kinda pretend to be asleep, but eventually I actually do fade in and out of sleep [in the dream only, I didn't really wake up]. I think about having to spend 14 hours on the airplane back to Amsterdam. So long... I don't really remember the conversation, if any. At one point we were just there. I do remember being able to look at the girl in front of me as if there was no chair between us. I also remember an oddly shaped part of the car, underneath the dashboard.

      Indonesian cars have a steering wheel on the right. Also, this car [kinda beat up] is definitely not Cas' real life car.

      Dream 3: Languages
      I'm chilling with my housemate and Indonesian classmate, both girls. We're at one point at 'home' [it doesn't resemble our home] and at one point standing in front of it. My housemate has a lot of thick fantasy books, which were left behind by the last person who occupied the room. Nice for her. She has some stuff to use to her liking, or just sell or whatever. We're outside, but it feels like we're just sitting.. on the ground perhaps. My housemate spends about 90% of the time talking in Dutch to me, which I think is mean to my classmate who barely understands Dutch. I try to talk mostly in English. I don't remember my classmate talking at all. My housemate justifies talking in Dutch by saying that there's no need to talk in English if my classmate doesn't participate in the conversation. I explain that it's a vicious cycle that I've experienced myself in Indonesia: because people speak a language you don't understand, you don't participate. Because you don't participate, they continue using a language you don't understand.

      Dream 4: Boring sunset
      I'm in what's supposed to be one of the rooms I lived in during my time in Indonesia, except it's much more luxurious, with a balcony and such. There is ok-ish scenery with a sunset that is supposed to be beautiful, but right now [while writing] I don't think of it as such. I remember I promised to give my friend pictures that I made from my window. There's another guy in the room with me.. and a baby, a boy. I film the baby, who does some funny stuff.
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