There was a guy who had these miniature toy soldiers that would obey his command of grid coordinates. It was a tun bases war game and they would automatically kick down doors and what not. It was pretty cool. There's this semi that transfOrms into a moving base. The front part of it becomes the height of a double decker bus. Oh, and I forgot to mention that I'm on top of it while its transforming, and we're going at least 75 down the interstate. It's funny because my major concern wasn't getting shot by these people diving it, but falling off. I was with a team of maybe 3 or four and I kept thinking "we need to kill these guys quick". I even thought about how if I died it was over...unlike a dream. Well they took everyone out, and I climed into the front part and sat in the passengers seat. This thing had the ability to drive in water and we went down a river and there were a lot of kids fishing. I really wanted to that instead of spy work. One guy told me the fish weren't even edible. It didn't matter to me though. I also saw white tigers on the bank. I was trying to figure out how and why they didn't go out there and kill everyone. By now the guy tells me to drive when we hit land. The controlls are kinda like a motorcycle, but it's super unresponsive. I remember this other dream where I was making music out of the noises that were made when moving the courser around with this game. I think Naiya was there, and she was a little impatient. We started playing, and the. I was sort of in the game. I ran down a hallway and said to a group of people " knock knock", someone said "who's there". I said "Nickle plated 45" and pretended to shoot all of them. Then Alex Trebec is on the phone with the whitehouse and he's trying to set something up where people can come over there more often.
Loads of dreams last night...tried to focus on Kaomea, and I saw her. I was going through her dream journal with my phone in my bed, and dozed off while I was reading it....but I think my eyes were still open. Either way, I had vivid HH of plam trees in my darkened room. It was if they were surrounding my bed. The first dream seems like two dreams are happening at once. The thing about it, when the other one switches up really fast, it's all in black and white....just really weird, and hard to keep up. I"m at some public area, and I think I'm treating someones broken arm or something *dream immediately changes scenes* I'm in a helicopter with Kaomea...everything is black and white. And I don't know whats going on. *dream changes scenes again* I have this thing stuck in my leg. I'm explaining that the Army put it there, and it's for allergic reactions. I can use the eppy whenever I want to, but I never had use for it. I'm slowly digging it out, and I can visualize the tissue in my leg and placement of the device in relation to my finger. I finally pull it out and wonder if there's anything left in it. The pin is orange, and my wound starts healing immediately. Too late to rethink putting it back in there. *scene changes again* We're arriving on the front lawn of the white house. *scene changes again* I have blanket over some girl, and I'm wrestling a demon out of her. She finally stops struggling, and when I remove the blanket...she's pretty calm. I asked her if she remembered anything that just happened, and she was drawing blank. "Good", I said, and took her to her mother who was T. All three of us walked to the kitchen where my friend D's mother was, and I introduced them all. I had a hard problem recalling her name...before I could even question why I didn't know it.... *scene changes again* I'm running down the side of a skyscraper, and gravity obviously has no effect. *dream(s) finally end* At the house I'm at my house with J, and I notice his mothers ex is speeding off in an old orange car that I've never seen before. J was explaining the model and make, and I was watching the guy drive down the ditch before jumping on to the road. Just then my nephews came over, and C had on an army shirt. He was playing with it, and he ripped it up. I asked him why would he do such a thing, and I play wrestle with him a bit and tell him not to do that to his shirts...especially those shirts. *scene changes* I'm in the middle of the air in the world of Dragon Ball Z. I'm showing someone this technique that I thought he should have already learned. There are several floating mountains that I demonstrate on. First I gather my energy, and then I let off a Ki blast. When it flies....I fly faster than the blast itself, and intercept it. The blast hits me, and I use that gathered energey to shoot another blast that's way powerful than the previous one. It obliterates the floating mountain into pebbles. I did this several times before waking up.
Good morning, everybody. Happy holidays! Dream #1 I was reading a book (???). The book at least claimed to be historical. It was about a group of kids who had paranormal powers. But the government was somehow involved with the kids. And right after the kids had any paranormal experiences, the government would come brainwash the kids. The kids would be programmed to believe that their experiences had only been dreams. Sometimes the memory of the experiences also had to be distorted, to seem more dream-like. I now had an image in my head. Six or so glowing, yellow spheres were all gathered in a line in a small space, like peas in a pod. All the area surrounding the peapod was black. (I think this last image probably comes from the Christmas Google doodle.) Dream #2 I was at my family's house, unwrapping Christmas presents. I sat on the floor. My mom sat before me and to my right. My oldest nephew sat before me, about a meter and a half away from me. Everybody else was wandering all around the house. All the wrapping on the presents was white. There was also white tissue-paper padding a lot of the Christmas present packages. Pretty soon, in the space between my nephew, my mom, and me, there was a whole bunch of white paper piled up. I figured I should probably work on getting some of this stuff cleaned up before everything got so messy that we couldn't get a handle on it. So I stood up and looked for a trash bag to put all the paper in. I asked my nephew if he had any more garbage bags left. He said something like, yes, he had a whole bunch left. He handed me one. For some reason, I may have walked away from my nephew and my mom, as if I were going to start cleaning up at some other end of the room. But as I was walking away, I realized that my asking for garbage bags was the first thing I'd said to my nephew in the entire time I'd been home for the holidays! I felt terrible. I wondered how I could have been so thoughtless. I was trying to think of a way that I could show my nephew how much I loved him.
Very vivid dream when I took a nap a few minutes ago. Interesting too. The dream started out pretty normal. I was off to school one morning and I was walking with my friends. This school I went to was a sort of museum. It held tons of priceless artifacts, and we were always told not to touch the items. Well, we get to school and some random guy walks up to us. He tells us we need to get these three diamonds or else really bad things were going to happen. My two friends and I agree to this and go into school to set up a plan. The dream skips to the night where we have infiltrated the school and we go up to the diamonds. We open the case and grab them without setting off the alarm. We are standing in the middle of this hallway when suddenly the diamonds are forced out of our hands as they float above us. We are pushed back by a strange force coming from the diamonds as some strange government looking men come up to us. They ask for the diamonds and they promise if we give them to them we won't be hurt. I quickly jump on and grab the diamonds as we make our escape from these men. The next day I begin to feel odd about this. It feels like a movie I have seen before. While waiting for lunch at school me and my friends start talking and I swear everything we are saying is right from the script of this movie I can't think of. We need to find out what to do next to keep these diamonds safe from whoever wants them. As we exit school we are kidnapped and put onto a moving train. They somehow got the diamonds and were going to use them for evil. We push the men off the train and grab the diamonds, saving the day. I then wake up. This is probably one of the first dreams where the story that started in the dream was actually finished!
I was running from the government. They were men in suits watching, waiting, and chasing. I could defy the laws of physics, and that is how I was able to escape - but barely. I could run at unquestionable speeds and leap over any obstacle. They had guns and knifes. It didn't particularly bother me, it just occasionally captured my attention. I know I couldn't completely defeat them for now, but I could escape for the time being. I sprinted until time bended warped around me. Until I had run into another place and era. I saw people standing on a green lawn. The sky was blue and it was a perfect summer day. I had ran straight into a completely different dream. I went from a dreary cityscape to a perfect summer day in the country. I could smell the fresh cut grass and the excitement in the air. I also felt the presence of someone I used to know. I looked over and saw an old friend of mine. I had known him a couple years ago. He was the German exchange student who I became good friends with. I had missed him so much. I leaped into a hug and felt his wonderful warm energy. I knew that this could be a dream, but he wasn't. No dream character has energy that shines so brightly. "I have missed you too much," I told him. We recalled our days of when we knew each other, and perhaps future days of meeting up again. We were interrupted by the damn government again.
1. I'm at the movies with my friends K.G. and C.W. My brother and his friends are there as well, and we start talking about a new sport called "sniper golf." It's pretty much self-explanatory; one team plays scramble golf as the other tries to pick them off with sniper paintball guns, then the teams switch. 2. I'm playing a Survivor challenge game that the host introduces as "capture the bag." The arena is set up in a cross shape, with four sloped paths leading to a high plateau in the center. Two teams of three try to throw bags at a dinosaur statue in the first round, with the most hits winning the round. In the second round, the goal is to get all six bags by any means necessary, and a fracas ensues. 3. I'm at my old grade school when I'm called to the principal's office to see government agents. I'm a little scared, but when I arrive they just want to say hi and give me some candy. I start walking back through the halls, boasting to everyone I meet, when a teacher rolls her eyes and tells me to go home. 4. I'm playing Drummania in an arcade, a game like Rock Band. Towards the end of the song I'm playing, the standard notes turn into a series of walls, which my sticks break down.
This dream was long, I mean LONG. It felt like hours, but I wish I could remember the first part of the dream which explains what I stole. All I remember about that is pricking my finger or pressing some tiny button which was red. I was on the run from some sort of giant corporation, perhaps the government, because I disobeyed them. I was trying to 'drop off the radar' so to speak, disappear from the government and it's control. I believe I stole something very important to them. There was some form of alarm set off by a lazer pen tip, but I don't remember anything other than touching it with the tip of my finger. It looked a little like a calligraphy pen. I got back to my house and I knew I needed to hide, and I couldn't hide inside because the corporation would come looking for me there. I asked my dad what I should do, and he told me to stay outside for the next week. The first thing that ran through my mind was 'What will I use as shelter!', and my dad proceeded to find a plastic storage container with a large crack in it, and told me I should sit in it, that because of the crack I could rock back and forth. I took it out into my backyard and searched for where I should hide. It was very cloudy, and most of the colour was washed out of the scenery because of it. I didn't want to hide in the bushes because they are filled with spiders, but I thought I would be too easy to find in the open. It was a tough decision, but I chose to set up right out in the open on my back lawn I tried to sleep in the tub. It wasn't comfortable, so I used the crack to bust a hole in one end, and put that over my head as I lay down on my side and tried to sleep underneath it. It started raining, but I didn't get wet because of my plastic box covering my head. What a weird dream.. possibly a continuation or precursor to a previous dream I've had where I was going to be killed by a bald man. That makes sense, actually. Odd.
The scene start with the Rusoe family being taken away, and thus the magic is revealed to the government, the scene then changes to my school, where me and Mark is on our chase to find a way to get to safety, before the government finds out that we're magic users as well. At the same time, the school tries to get us to participate in a play, which is a high waste of time for us now, but we must avoid it without getting caught. For some reason the government has found a way to teleport three of their agent, who now look kinda like wizards. We are cautious who we trust of the non-magic users, because we know that they would betray us. As time is running out, we set up a trap to distract the two Cecilie twins that are on our tails, and we make it to the living room, where we are to prepare a magic to get us out of here. Alas, the agents have somehow monitored the couches in the living room, and we are caught. The scene changes to our friend Pyrus (who for the record in a Christmas elf), he wants to help us break free of the agents cages, but is now current in another room, similar to the green on my school. He is hiding in the toilet, trying to figure out a way to help them. But then he gets an idea. He will summon Gyldengrød, who is a more famous, older and wiser elf. Gyldengrød is summoned, and everything seems brighter now. But then, one of the agents teleport into the green to arrest them, but when he sees Gyldengrød, he is intrigued. Claiming that Gyldengrød is a famous drum elf, and Gyldengrød agrees with him, that he is a famous drum elf. For some reason a drum set is now in the green, and Gyldengrød is getting behind it. Now a nice song starts, and Gyldengrød participated, putting in more drum sounds than normal, and it sounds really good The agent is now on our side, after having listened to the music (which is also beauty full), and he suggest, that our best option, is to summon Santa-Claus, Gyldengrød then sends a little prayer, and we wait. Somebody tells Pyrus, that you know that Santa is on his way, when you can hear crows nearing. Pyrus listens, and he can actually hear crows! Henrik comes in, and for some reason he shows a picture of himself and his brother, with their father, except the fathers face has been torn out of the picture. He smiles, and makes us believe that his father is Santa. (very strange part) Santa arrives, and grants us the Christmas wish, to make so that the government never discovered magic, and thus all magic users are free again. A quick cut scene where magic families are gathered again, and everyone are happy. Now, this was a wierd dream, it sounds more like some kind of movie, but it was actually a dream. I think I was lucid in some means, as to minorly nudging the dream around, but I'm not sure that I was fully lucid. Pyrus and Gyldengrød are characters from a christmas movie here in Denmark, that I've grown up with, so they're not uncommon. Mark and Cecilie are students from my school. Rusoe family is a fictional magic family on Disney channel, the dream got much of it's plot from the commercial for next week episode, where the goverment will find out that they have magic, and will try to lock them up.
Dream | Non-dream Background: This was my Friday-to-Saturday's night dream. On Saturday, I go to the same supermarket I dreamt of. However, in my dream, it is a bit different -- it's organized differently. I was already in the supermarket. Everything was all black, but I hit someone. I heard some guy saying: "Hey, this is our private meeting, get out!", but then, the whole shop lit up and I saw LOTS of people arriving. There was an official announce (government) but I can't remember what it was. I was at the enter of the supermarket, and decided to buy a few things. The first foods I saw were different types of ham. There were two or three rows of them, but one weird thing appeared right up: two rows of video games... most precisely Warcraft III Collector's Edition. I didn't realize this was wrong. I could have gone lucid :/ My parents and I went to the hanging wardrobe where we'd deposit our coats for free, exceptionally, as it was one of the supermarket's offer. It should have cost us $686 precisely, but we only paid $6 'cause they said 6 out of the 7 coats we deposited had hoods. This is all I can remember from tonight. I'm quite surprised that the stand with the video games and the ham at the same place didn't tilt in my head... Furthermore, I looked a long time at the video games, which is even more annoying ^^. Anyway, I hope I'll soon have a lucid dream! I was already in the supermarket when my dream started, clearly at the enter. I saw lots of people. Apparently, there was something going on -- I could not know what it was, but the government had announced something.
A group of people, including myself, have stumbled upon a heavily guarded government secret. As a result, we are all on the run from the law. Secret agents in gas masks are hunting us down. We break into stores for food and supplies. I can't remember much more of this dream, just that the government secret that we discovered had something to do with chemicals being sprayed into the sky. Also I remember listening to the Pixies in the dream.
I found myself standing in a lift, the doors closed, and I started going down in the lift. It was going down really fast, past many floors, in a matter of seconds I was around floor number 300. The lift stopped, and the doors opened, I was thinking "hmm this must have inertia dampeners or something because I should really be splattered all over the floor". A japenese guy entered the lift and the doors closed. The lift continued going down, this time I started to feel some G's. I asked the jap guy "how far down does this lift go? china? japan?" he just laughed. It stopped at around floor 561, I decided to get off even though I was sure this lift could have easily gone down an extra 1000+ floors at least, I just didn't want to risk being 'caught'. We both got out of the lift into a corridor, he started walking to the left so I went the opposite direction (so there was less likely hood of me getting around undetected), there were quite a few people around, I could see a couple of business people, mothers & children. I continued down the corridor, stopped to have a look at a sort of atlas photo on the wall which showed a planet similar to earth except all the continents were shaped differently and had different names. I continued on down the corridor only to end up in a shop that sold toys for babies/kids. So I turned around and started heading the opposite direction and then the dream ended. --------------- This could have been anything, a place in the future, a secret underground installation, or even a spaceship. I never got to see the outside. I wish I had more time to explore in this dream, try a few other floors out see what they have. In my opinion, it was probably some kind of massive spaceship (one of many) that contained a part of humanity's civilization going around finding other planets to colonize (and the atlas photo I saw on the wall might have been one of the planets they had colonized. Very Interesting dream to say the least.
[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of November 18-19, 2010.] Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake] I'm in a theater, watching a film that turns out to be really scary and disturbing. The film begins with one Congressman sitting behind his desk in his office, while another is standing in front of his desk, calling him out on his shenanigans. The one behind the desk dies of a heart attack a few seconds after the one standing up finishes ranting. The ranter then starts an investigation of the one who died. At this point, the film's narrator says, "The more he found, the more he refused to see." The Congressman performing the investigation stays in one place [I think it may have been the dead one's office, but I'm not positive] for such a long time that he eventually survives by cannibalism. One of the things he finds while investigating is a bag of marijuana, which he goes through, looking for cigarette butts. At the end of the film, there is a message from his family, left in vinyl-cling letters on the window: he got out and is now getting help. The film ends, and I exit the theater and walk down the long flight of wide steps leading up to it. The theater is located inside Disneyland. [I've been having dreams featuring bizarre versions of Disneyland since I was a child, but this one really takes bizarre to a new level.] It's a beautiful, sunny afternoon. I walk through Fantasyland and into Toontown; the two share a long, open border with each other, with no transition point or hard line of demarcation between them. Riding on a moving walkway, I go past a turnaround mechanism for the Skyway - the big wheel that keeps the cable with all the buckets attached to it moving and allows the buckets to turn around and go back the other way. It is at ground level. The cable is there, has buckets attached to it, and is moving, but there's no loading/unloading station there, just the turnaround mechanism, all by itself. I walk past Mickey's house. The path through Toontown dead-ends into a section of the queue for the Roger Rabbit ride. I decide I might as well stay there and get in line, now that I'm there; it was only about 4:00 P.M. the last time I looked at the time, so I have plenty of time to enjoy myself. [D'oh! Should have RCed.] I get in line, walking through an opening into the enclosed, indoor space where the queue is. I walk past a group of Cast Members who are singing a barbershop-quartet rendition of "Stray Cat Strut." I wait for them to finish, then tell them that I know where I'm supposed to go to get to the back of the line, and I'm not taking cuts in the line. They understand and let me pass. One of the Cast Members lets me get in line in front of him. This puts me in line directly behind Gary Coleman and some other little people. We introduce ourselves to each other politely; he goes first. I realize that I'm dreaming just as it's ending, when it's too late to do anything; I can already feel my real body. I'm at a high school, in a room that has chairs in it, but no desks (possibly the drama classroom). One DC is talking at great length to a group of other DCs on the subject of her facial reconstruction surgery. I pull up a chair, joining the group, and listen. I introduce myself to the DC who has been talking. As we're shaking hands, she introduces herself to me as Anne-Marie. She says that she's ugly, and I automatically answer, "No, you're not." [She reminds me a little bit of real-life friend Dawn B. from college, now that I think of it.] She has dirty-blond hair in a ponytail, pale skin, and sunken, brown eyes. She has a black eye on one of them. I know nothing about her appearance is her fault, though, and I like people to be happy with themselves, so that's why I told her she wasn't ugly. In reply to my denial that she's ugly, she says, "Oh, are you another furry?" I answer, "No, but I am an anime fan." I know that she's an anime fan, too. We chat a bit more, and the conversation ends with our agreeing to eat lunch together. At the end of the conversation, I have another “Oh, yeah, I'm dreaming” moment. The realization comes easily and naturally, the only specific trigger being that I'm in an unfamiliar place. [I had been MILDing again, so when I found myself lucid dreaming, I accepted and realized it readily because it was what I was expecting.] I take a look around. The classroom is irregularly-shaped, high-ceilinged, and sunlit from skylights. Visual clarity is good. I get down on the floor to feel the carpet, which is short, institutional, and gray. I start crawling on the carpet through the room, remarking to myself aloud: “I don't have any energy today. It's my own fault; I should have gone to bed earlier.” My dream body feels just as tired and sluggish as I know my real one does at this early hour of the morning. I've never experienced this in a lucid dream before, so I find it strange, so I comment on it and come up with a logical explanation for it. “Why am I wearing this heavy backpack, anyway?” I say to myself, because, I realize, I am wearing one. It feels just like the ones I carried in junior high and high school, so it must be full of textbooks. I take it off, one strap at a time, and let it roll off my back and onto the floor. “That's better... a little,” I say. I can feel the absence of its weight, and I feel a little less tired, but not totally back to normal. There is a full-length mirror on one side of the room. I stand up and go to look at myself in it. My hair is wavy again, and this time, it reaches all the way to my waist. “Oh, cool!” I say. “That's so pretty! I've always wanted it to be like this!” [While it certainly was pretty, I know very well that actually having hair that long would be really impractical... but, yeah, there evidently is a part of my mind that misses having long hair.] I'm wearing a bright sky-blue T-shirt with pink hearts and gold and silver swirls and sparkles on it, and a long, blue denim wraparound skirt. While looking at my reflection in the mirror, I reach for the outer flap of my skirt with my hands and try to touch it, but I can't feel anything there. When I look down at the skirt itself and try again, though, I can feel it. [That's a pretty cool and interesting difference between dreams and reality, and more (anecdotal) evidence that whatever you concentrate your direct perception on, your mind works harder to create.] I woke up after that.
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Good morning, everybody. My dream recall has been terrible over the past couple days. It's probably because I've spent hours each night watching all the different versions of RC Succession's Transistor Radio on YouTube. Hitto kyoku! So these entries will be pretty fragmented. Dream #1 I was watching a scene like a theatre production or a large-scale movie as if I were actually in the environment without participating in it. The scene focused on a woman who stood atop an enormous, colorful temple, which was somehow inside a much larger building. The temple was as colorful as a Buddhist or Hindu painting. It was decorated to the last inch with beautiful flowers in plates and vases. There may even have been colorful foods decorating the tables. The woman walked out of a room at the top of the temple, turned right, then sat on her knees on a cushion, facing the wall to the left (her left) of the doorway. (The doorway and the top room looked more like in a Mayan temple, not a Hindu or Buddhist painting.) My view was from behind, above, and just to the left of the woman. The woman didn't look normal. She was probably a dark blue. She probably didn't have a complete form. Her body may have had a stony look, like Jack Kirby's version of the Fantastic Four's The Thing, except with a feminine figure. She may also have had chakra markings delineated on her somehow. The woman was breaking some kind of law or rule by meditating. Apparently meditation was forbidden. So now there was a group of high officials heading out to capture and arrest the woman. But there was also a group of men who had taken it upon themselves to protect the woman. She was a hero to them, possibly because her meditation had some kind of power. I was now among the group of men, acting as a part of the group, not just watching. The men looked big and tough. One of them may have looked like Russell Crowe. We stood at the bottom of the temple, before a beige-colored stone gate. But it also felt like we were standing in a messy living room. I was happy to be helping the men. But I was also afraid. I was afraid of getting hurt by the officials. But I was also afraid of looking stupid with my usual clumsy actions. I may have said something regarding all this. The man who looked like Russell Crowe may have looked at me in disgust. Dream #2 I was in my great-grandmother's living room. The room was filled with dim, yellowy light. The floors were strewn with sheets and blankets. I was with a few other people, possibly co-workers. We had just finished some task. Now we had to go to another task. But we had to change our clothes first. We were all running around to different rooms, as if playing a game, looking for the new clothes to wear. I was in my great-grandma's guest room (which us kids would sleep in when we'd spend nights at her house). I was taking off my pants or putting new pants on when I noticed that C, a guy from my work, was in the living room. I could see him from the bedroom because the walls now, apparently, only went up to about my waist. I thought C was going to accuse me of not doing any work because I was in the middle of changing my pants. I thought I would explain to him that changing my pants was actually a part of my job. But suddenly a cat with a black body and white belly and paws jumped down through the circle my arms were making with the pants. C was amazed by what the cat had done. I was amazed, too. It seemed so random that the cat would jump down through my arms like they were a hoop. Either I or C may have wondered if the cat had been trained to do that. Dream #3 I was out on a street corner across the street from "my apartment building." It actually looked like the street corner at the beginning of Youth without Youth, except with really wide streets, as if the streets were somehow an entire horizon. There were a lot of young men and women out on the street with me. They were all beautiful and well-dressed. I had thought that this might have been a bad time for me to go out and do whatever it was I needed to do. Either it had been too early or the sky had been too dark due to clouds or else the clouds in the sky had been presaging a storm. But now I looked up into the sky to watch it clear smoothly into wispy, white clouds. I was amazed. But I also had that inconvenienced feeling, like when you realize that you now have to do something for sure, no excuses. I thought that if everybody knew how lazy I was about getting moving, they'd dislike me. I was about to cross the street with everybody else. But the sky suddenly clouded over heavily. It looked worse than rain: it looked like a terriible storm. I crossed the street back toward my house instead of heading in everybody else's direction (which would have been crossing to the corner caddy-corner from my house). It was already beginning to rain. I thought something like how lucky I was to be so close to my place, especially because I hadn't brought an umbrella with me. My building was a beautiful, peach-colored, stone building. I remembered that there was a woman who lived in my apartment with me. I knew she was planning to go outside for something she had to do. I thought I would warn her not to come out. The sky was almost black. It looked like the storm would be terrible. But I knew the woman would go out anyway to do her thing. I may have thought that I would at least offer her my umbrella.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG 0:00 GMT – Sleep Enemy of the State I am in a future world. I’m wanted by the government. I’m considered a terrorist and an enemy of the state, only because I hang out with environmentalists and activists from human and animal rights. I am currently being chased because I participated at some action for animal liberation. I tried to delete my tracks, but they are still after me, so I am driving high speed for long time. I pass by paved roads, desert roads, off-road, railroads, highways, always speeding and making really cool (dangerous!) manoeuvres to pass other cars or obstacles. It feels like a racing game. At some point I even drove high speed on water (on a boat, I guess). But after some time I am caught at a road block, where people are being mass detained. I am taken into a kind of camp where we are lined up on queues: they call our name and tell us to go to a designated queue (with a number). Then we’re arranged in groups and put on some facilities and given a password – each group has its own password and we can’t share it with people outside the group. People are kind of brainwashed because they are accepting all this as a game as if they are in some kiddie camp instead of a jail. Some day, after being there for a while, a lady comes to me and whispers that she has some papers she must hide in a safe place and she trusts I will find such safe place, because I know people. I do talk to a few people and find one who has a safe locker where these can be hidden. I don’t know what they are about, but I know it’s important they aren’t found by the guards. Later on I’m on a porch over an inner court. It’s damn cold and rainy. My mom comes up, for visiting me. But I am already heading inside, cause I can’t stand the cold. I tell her to come inside, but she on the other hand is feeling hot and wants to get some fresh hair. So I have to stay inside with my head sticking through the door to talk to her. When she finally comes inside, I sit over some low table that is in front of a sofa where she sits. A lady guard appears and scolds me for that, so I sit on the sofa to, feeling eager to get away from here. 5:40 GMT Group of backpackers sleeping over I’m alone at my late grandma’s house, on her office, writing. It’s quite dark and I realise it’s already night and I haven’t locked the front door. I go there and when I am closing the door, I am scared by a guy coming out of the kitchen’s dispensary. Right after I see a whole group of people with bags and backpacks coming from the next room. They are speaking foreign languages and don’t immediately notice me. I see a note from my uncle saying some group of researchers were dropping by to sleepover. Only now he tells me? I turn to them and this first guy is looking at me anxiously waiting that I say something so I tell them I will help them settle in and then he says “Ah, so you speak! Nice to hear your voice.”. Why that comment? It’s not like he said hi to me and I didn’t reply... Fragment about DV I was reading DV posts and there was a new RPG task which was described in two short sentences and was something totally outrageous - which unfortunately I can’t recall (it would be fun to know). I felt upset that I haven’t yet managed to do the latest task... 7:00 GMT Great wall of unknown place On a square of a beautiful old town, trying to take a picture of myself doing a V sign with my fingers when a couple offers to take the picture and I accept. I notice that I can’t really make the sign with my right hand – my fingers are stiff and don’t bend. Still they take the picture, I thank them and go close to them o get the camera. Then I see a sightseeing platform behind them with a marvellous view over mountains and valleys and a giant wall stretching from around this city to way beyond what my eyes can see. I make a surprised comment that I didn’t know this city was located so high and that there was a wall like the China’s Great Wall here. They smile and tell me I shouldn’t really miss it and I decide to go there right away. Surreal water cube Then I’m flying over the globe and I remember seeing Staten Island and the Statue of Liberty, the shoreline, ferries, cities, then a gap and later some lush green marshes, Christ the Redeemer satue in Brazil and beaches. I land on a beach in Brazil in some shallow waters. I see the waves hitting the sand and I decide to rest under some square shade covering an area on the sand. I am there enjoying the warmth and calmness when a wall of water rises and comes to hit the beach. I am scared by it but I also control it so I make it go around the place where I am. So, under this shade, no water enters, forming a cube of water all around. There’s total silence and a sense of wonder for this surreal image. Organic book I’m on some office, different from all others I’ve dreamed so far. The building is square with a central square staircase around which the open space (which should be a corridor) is an office, with desks all around. I am working on something related to Organic when, coincidentally I see Marcopolo coming up the stairs. I am sure he saw me and I go meet him as a good host. But when I arrive where he is supposed to be, he has disappeared. Only the people who were coming with him are there. I think he is avoiding me. One of the ladies of his group offers me a book still about to be published that looks so cool and is full of funny stories and jokes about the organic and environmentalist movement. I go back to my desk to show it to my colleagues. 8:00 GMT – Wake up
Note: A few more fragments of dreams from last night… *Government Goons* I was flying around, it seemed like I was continuing the previous dream. I still didn't realize it was a dream. I felt like I had spent quite some time using these powers I had discovered to help everyone. I had averted several disasters, stopped some assholes from releasing a bio-toxin that would have killed every living thing within a 100 mile radius of where it was released, cleaned up some pollution that was harming a group of whales and sunk a whaling boat… basically I had earned myself quite a name (even though they didn't even know my name) as a hero all around that planet. I received a call from help from a building, something about setting off a dirty bomb… so I went to check it out. When I got there, however, there was no bomb, no threat, just a bunch of idiots in suits. Government lackeys. One of them said he hadn't known how else to get me to come. I was annoyed at him for the false alarm. He said he had to talk to me, it was important. I figured I'd listen a bit… He continued talking and basically said he wanted me to work for the government. Um… no. I said I would like for him go over to the window I had broken to get in and jump out, but was that likely to happen? The office was on the 54th floor of a skyscraper… The man said for me to be reasonable, there was a lot of money in it for me. Money? He was pissing me off. I wasn't interested in money! What would I need money for? I told the jerk to go fuck himself. I headed for the broken window. The man was behind me, demanding that I stop. He grabbed my robes (I was dressed as an Assassin) as I was taking flight, lost his balance, and fell out of the window. I realized that when I heard him screaming on his way down. I looked just in time to see him hit the ground with a sickening THUD noise. He was, of course, dead. So he had walked to the broken window and jumped out after all… *Eegee's Pub* I was on the street in a downtown area. It was a normal looking city, could have easily been any city in the US or in multiple places around the world. I was feeling kind of hungry. I wanted something to eat. I went around a corner and I spotted an Eegee's sandwich shop there. A nice sub sandwich sounded good. I looked in my pocket and saw that I had some money in my pocket. I had a twenty dollar bill, so I went into the Eegee's to get some food. Inside the restaurant I looked around at the posted ads on the walls to see what kind of sandwich looked good. I was wondering what drink I wanted with it. I saw a poster for drinks. There were several kids holding various alcoholic drinks. I saw my mother was in the Eegees. I asked her if kids should be used to advertise alcohol? My mom said it was no big deal since the kids were drinking the virgin forms of the drinks. *We All Scream for Ice Cream* I was in a mansion. It was clearly obvious that the people living there had a lot of money. Everything was so fancy. I wondered why I was there. I wasn't lucid, and I was hoping I wouldn't get in trouble for trespassing. A man came downstairs. He looked right at me… then away. Either my presence there was completely acceptable or he didn't see me at all somehow. I followed him. He went into a dining room. He sat down at the end of a large dining table with two children. A boy and a girl. He rang a bell, and a maid brought them ice cream sundaes. Those looked delicious. The man passed one to each child, kept one, then asked the maid what she had brought for herself. She looked confused. The man said in this job, she would have to get used to things. When he asked for food to be prepared, she was automatically invited to join them in eating it. The hired help was always invited to take meals with the family. The more, the merrier, was what he always said. The maid looked a bit uneasy, but she went and brought back a sundae for herself. She sat down with the others to eat it. At first she looked really uneasy, but soon all four of them were talking like a happy family. It was then that I noticed a little girl hiding behind the curtain at the far end of the room. I immediately knew she was an orphan. She was hiding in the walls and attic of the house for shelter, stealing food from the family to eat… but what she really wanted was a family. So she just stood there, looking longingly at the happy family eating ice cream, silently crying. I was also certain that if the man were to see her he would welcome her to the table to share ice cream with them. I found out no one could see me at all… but I could have some effect on things. Just enough to create a draft which blew the curtains away from the little girl, revealing her hiding place. The man spotted her, and she immediately looked terrified. The man took what was left of his sundae with him and slowly approached the girl. He was trying to coax her out. He finally set the dish of ice cream down and backed away, still encouraging the girl to come out.
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