non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP Attending some teachings, some place up in the mountains with an amphitheatre. Some old students and western lamas are conspiring to betray my teacher. They are exposed and they are sent away. Joakim was not among them, but he concerns me a lot. I know that he is no longer a buddhist, has some new non recommended friends for company, so I suspect he is around only to cause harm. I stay close and keep an eye on him. New series on TV with Keanu Reeves. He plays a lawyer with a split personality. He sometimes dresses up to match the personalities, but it is highly disturbing. One of them is a dog and he wears a dog costume and walks on four legs and looks weirdly like a real dog from the uncanny valley. Some other of his personalities are of black guys and he paints himself in black face. The makeup is so perfect that all we see is really a black guy, but we know who's underneath and I am shocked that he is actually doing this on a show in 2022. Then an episode in which he is the dog becomes a real life experience for me and I meet dog Keanu on the street. Although I know there is a person in there, I pretend I don't know and I pet him and talk to him as if he is a lost pet. He never says a word and then he runs across the street away from me and enters a bulding. I go after him. I walk through a long twisted corridor and I see many families gathered in rooms, mourning their loved ones, or just visiting them and realize it is some kind of hospice. Dog Keanu disappears at the end of the corridor and I get lost inside the last room, only to find my mother and my aunt Ludovina laying down in beds. At first I think they are restrained because my mom has an eye mask and for a while it seemed like she had a mouth gag. Turns out she is just taking a nap and she wakes up and moves freely. She explains that my uncle Francisco managed to get some legal document saying they both are insane and needed to be committed so the hospital complied. But she says that the situation is being solved right now and she is just resting before she leaves this place. Then my dad and aunt Lisa arrive and they say they just challenged the decision and are awaiting their release. Then both my uncles come by to confront them and for some reason I have a really big heavy pan on my hands and I threathen to smash it against their f-ing heads if they come any closer. They actually get really scared and go to a corner at the back of the room. Their kids also come, namely João, Sara and André and they are shocked with my behaviour but I also feel that they understand it. I hear my uncles talking in the background with other people, arguing they need the family money because sometimes their kids go hungry. I feel sad for my cousins, but it's their parents fault and not my mother's. I wanna reach out to them, but every one is staying quiet in their places so I decided to do the same as we wait for the legal fight to unravel.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP In Romenia, visiting some hospice with a couple friends. We are on a mission to retrieve something that was left behind or kept there in a specific room. We are welcomed by some people who look like retired Hogwart teachers and not doctors. They guide us through a labyrinthic sequence of corridors and strangely low ceiling rooms full of old books and show us a large map on a table, pointing to where the room we are looking for is located. Apparently it is not marked on the map so the mystery persists. We stay for a while until they figure it out. I get bored so I go explore a bit on my own. I take a path that leads me to an exterior passage to another section of the building. It has a wall to my left and 30 mt below is an inner patio with some trees and the access gate from the outside. I enter the next section of the building and start climbing some stairs but there is literally a trap door on the floor in a platform between 2 flights of stairs and I see a greenish light coming through the gaps of the door and I hear growls and bangs on the door. I run away with fear. I then meet my colleagues at a cafeteria on the patio below but then I sit at one table while they sit at another, because they are meeting some other person and need an available seat. They welcome a fascinating young guy who works there, maybe a doctor or an intern. I watch as they talk and then they point to me and he comes to join me at my table. I see immediately by his style that he is narcissistic and thinks I will fall for his charms right away. I can tell he is used to have the girls at his feet. I am indeed very attracted to him but I play a different game: when he sits and says hello, I just give him a nod and a slight smile of acknowledgement and keep on drinking my coffee kinda ignoring him. While he talks I pretend not to be interested or impressed at all. And I feel like he is actually getting aroused by me being a challenge and also that he suspects that I am playing with him and he is enjoying. He then invites me to go with him inside the halls of the hospice again to show me something and I feel like I will ruin my strategy the minute we walk alone through those corridors. I feel like either him or me will throw the other against the wall and start kissing and neither one will offer resistance.
First dream I went out of school with classmates, and we took my sisters car. I was a passenger while one of them was driving. He barely missed all those cars on the road, and police quickly reacted, and stopped our car. Then we were interrogated. The policeman was reading our notebooks from school, and asking questions from them. When it came to my turn I, quietly as always, said: - Amsterdam is a capital of Amsterdam! Then the policeman said: - I thought that it was a capital of Austria! Then another policeman came. They both were taunting us. I jumped mad, and told them that I have some random spinal malformation. I then said: Surprised!? They both nodded their heads simultaneously. Second dream It was in a hospice. Art exhibition was arranged there. Ill kids were making their own art, which later would be shown in another exhibition. Visitors were allowed to contribute in their art. After a small walk, I decided to take a pencil and draw some darker shades on one of the works. They were fitting to the composition, but the kid painting it was dissapointed. A few months later we drove with siblings to another hospice, where that kid was placed after the exhibition. My sisters were touched by the look of this small, ill child. I stood expresionless, even when the child was staring at me and crying. I was visiting it through the whole years, and he became some kind of brother to me. I was giving him advices, and telling him what awaits him beyond the walls of the hospice.
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