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Monday 4/22/13

Last night bed around 12:30am - 5:20am

DR: I'm floating in a hot air baloon over the barren fields near NZ. I ask the guy which way he thinks wind will take us. I see some sacks with what I think is chopped up meat on the fields, but they turn out to be onions. We land next to my parents house. I take a few onions with me. (Watched episode of Futurama, where they leave the sewers with hot air baloon.)

DR: I'm hiding in a house where people are walking around. I think they see me but I don't mind and they don't mind either. I have a small insect that is bioluminiscent bright green. I hold it in my hand, otherwise it would be flying infront of me. I think it's half bio, half mechanical. Like a little spy insect. (Watched Avatar, where little insect when disturbed jumped in the air and flew like a helicopter.)

Nap 8:30am - 9:50am
I'm in India. (Watched documentary about cotton farmers in India.) I'm in a huge house with tons of people. I'm suppose to be one of the babysitters. They show me some rooms, I introduce myself to gramma, other people introduce themself to me. I'm having hard time understanding because of their very thick accent. I lay under cover with one of the uncles. Apparently, it's a custom. The call me closer and I see they gonna sing happy birthday to someone.

Then they gonna show me my room. I come to to small house outside of the big one. There are two entry doors. Between them is a lot of old spiderwebs on dirty, whitewashed walls. I realize nothing will stop snakes and other things from crawling to my room. They open the door to the left for a boy who is suppose to live there. The room is barely two steps deep. He complains about it. Room is empty, just a concrete bench on the back wall, like in a jail.

My room is still under construction. Lots of concrete debree on the floor, dust, white paint, tools, buckets... Room is huge and now I notice light coming in there from right side. There are some chairs and sofas and people are sitting there from other parts of the house to watch tv, that's on the oppoiste wall on some cabinets filled with books and other stuff.

DR: I'm walking along the road at night in Kom. I don't ahve money so I ask some people and I think I can ask the bus driver to take me for free, because he knows my mom. I would pay him later, of course.

I'm walking in different part of that place. I hear a siren. It means some kind of a danger. I have no idea what kind, but alien invasion crosses my mind. I get off the road and start walking in some dusty ditch.

Before this, I'm crossing a river on some kind of a rope suspended between shores. No clue what I'm doing there, but to escape something I drop down. (Watched the axe man and their trouble with skyline cable suspended in air that draggs the timber.)

Sunday 3/10/13 bed 1am-9:30am

Last couple of days I had this strong feeling that maybe my company would ask me to relocate to Bangalore, India. I'm kinda opened to the idea. I was looking at maps, reading relocating websites and I'm actually excided. It's very unlikely to happen, but it's exciting to think about.

DR -
I just arrived to India. It's lunch time and I sit at the table with about 8-10 spaces. There are only 3 people sitting there, but their office mates are arriving shortly. I'm scooting over to give everybody space. These will be my coworkers. One guy looks like he is the boss and he tells me something about food. I'm disappointed that he doesn't talk to me more about what's gonna happen now.

I eat some soup from small bowl. Then they bring plates of deepfried catfish and corn. Someone puts a big piece on my plate and I feel obliged to eat it all.

While we eat, I watch some girls play on their lunch break. They are dressed in traditional colorful saris. I'm thinking if I should wear stuff like that too.

After lunch we go for a run. Some kind of a team strenghtening excercize. I see from birds-eye view some guys putting bushes in middle of the running path to hide there and scare the new person. I see this girl, face sunburned, as she is saying - "I'm going home. Not staying here". I realize that's me and I'm disappointed in her.

I am on a ship moving through a city in India through a canal. My view then switches to third person of another ship in the canal. It is small and white and it moves very fast. It continues does the canal until it reaches a building that the canal,runs through. They enter the building and all of the people jump off who are all woman. They run up the saris onto the second floor and they become frightened of some of the people there. They run out of the mall into a parking lot where they break down in tears. Over the hill to the left of me there is a huge green statue of somebody visible.

The first dream I had, I was angry at someone. I don't remember why, but it turned into a dream where I was a the father of a bride in India, and my anger made me miss out on her wedding.

Another dream I had, there was a cat that me and my brother Jeremy were playing with. It was a little asshole and kept biting and scratching us. It wasn't as bad as it's mother though. The mother wasn't around, but the dream made me think that we had previously owned the mother for a long time. We called her "Master" and the little one had no name yet. Even though he was mean, I liked him. We played for awhile, even though when I say play, I mean he bit me and hissed.


The later dreams I had... on and off, argueing with my wife and other people. I kept waking up with bad anxiety, realizing nobody was fighting with me, then going back to sleep hoping I didn't have any more of those dreams. But they kept on happening. Last night was kind of a bad night. Hopefully my anxiety doesn't screw with me next time.

Date: 18/07/2012
Place: My bed
Time of getting into bed: 00.30am
100mg B6 before bed, also 60mg Ginkgo & 160mg Ginseng

Waking thoughts in black
Non lucid dreams in blue
Lucid dreams in red

Last night, I woke after each dream as usual to write in the DJ, but was so tired for some reason I didn't record anything. This is not like me AT ALL. I was ill during the day, and had a lot of painkillers so I blame this. However when waking for the day (11.30am) I was sooo tired I kept falling back to sleep, and as I did I had short, very unstable lucid dreams. I experimented with them a bit, I could fall asleep instantly and control the dream, the dream stemmed from whatever I was thinking about as I was falling asleep. It was quite fun.

Dream 1 - non lucid
3 Indian guys on a motorbike come and pick me up. As I can't fit on the bike with them, 2 of them hop off and get a bus. We drive to a small, shack-like place, where I am taken upstairs and sit at a table watching a TV. The man who rode with me sits with me, and gives me an Orange to eat. I lived in India for some time, and often visited places like this to chill out. the locals would give me lifts on their bikes. I feel a hot breath on my knee under the table, and looking under I see a big bull sniffing me. He's not meaning any harm, so I ignore him and he walks away. Later he comes back, sniffing around for food. I throw my Orange peel to him and he gobbles it up, clearly very hungry. He then realised I have segments of Oranges, and comes towards me. I throw a few to distract him, and he runs after them, gobbles them up again and runs towards me, eager for more. I panic, thinking he will accidentally hurt me, my hands smell of Oranges and I'm scared he'll charge or bite me. He does charge, but I jump out of the way and escape.
I fed cows in India when they wandered in the restaurants hungry. I also saw an anti bull-fighting poster before going to bed.

Dream 2 - non lucid
I have trained a cute kitten to do magic tricks with custard creams. People are watching and think it is amazing, but I have a secret trick that makes it easy. I make the kitten count out piles of biscuits, and everyone is impressed.

Dream 3 - lucid fragments

I wake up for the day, but I'm so tired I drift off to sleep, then wake up again after 5 minutes, and drift off again. I do this for about an hour, soon, as I drift off I have lucid dreams. They are short and very unstable and not vivid at all. More like thoughts or daydreams that move into lucid dreams. The following fragments were broken up by waking and conversations with RL people.
I am sat on a bed, talking to a hot guy. I have full control, and know I am dreaming but the dream is not stable or vivid, I just imagine things happening, and they do. I have conversations with DCs mostly, the dreams revolve around trying to get laid as I am pretty horny. I start a sexual scenario and convince a DC to engage in it because I just 'believe he will' because he is part of my own mind. In which turns out to increase the vividness and surprises me because it is so realistic. I wake up before I finish.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am a very rich girl, travelling around with a retinue of warriors through India, looking for lands to buy. I encounter a remote kingdom, fortified within walls, a shadow of its past glory. It is ruled by a celestial being of pale green skin who has fallen from grace and no longer is able to bring good fortune to its kingdom.
Houses are falling apart, farmers don't grow crops, artisans don't do their crafts. People seem to have given up on living. I offer to buy the kingdom and to provide the means to put people back to work. People rejoice and the green king, who is still a bit proud, but is too weak to oppose, opens his palace for us.
Things are getting better, farmers are again in the fields planting, merchants are selling fresh goods, houses being rebuilt. When suddenly we are under attack.
They had failed to tell us that some evil army (maybe from a rival kingdom, or from dark forces from another realm) was the reason of their misery, through its constant attacks and destruction of livelihoods. Me and my warriors rush up to close the gates of the kingdom. There is a sort of tunnel system around the external fortification, which they manage to break and we have to battle them while retreating through the tunnels. We finally manage to barricade the passage at some point, but we need a plan to keep going.
The siege goes on and we are sent to seek the help of an enlightened being. We go out of the kingdom through a secret path and on our quest we arrive at a village on a hill. Nobody seems to talk the same language and nobody seems willing to even talk to us strangers.
Close to a stone wall we take some rest and there is an orange tree on the other side, from where one of my warriors tries to get some fruits. A wasp stings him, but he is compassionate and spares its life. Then a bunch of wasps arise from the tree and fly towards us. We get up to run, but as they approach us, they transform into giant dark iridescent bugs and then fall on the ground in the form of rounded rectangular black magnetic stones. I receive in my mind the information that these are to be gifts to the Buddha that we are seeking. Then in the sky a path of bright constellations lits up and one that touches the top of a mountain nearby is in the shape of a Buddha. Now we have a "map" to follow. I pick up the stones and we start walking.
On our way we encounter two evil witches blocking the path. They look beautiful and they summon quite a few other goddess-looking creatures who completely seduce my men with some magic spells. Possessed by lust they forget who they are and what they are here for and engage in an orgy with these girls. Very few seem to be strong enough to escape the spell and help me going through. Then the witches unleash a storm of biblical proportions. Drops of water the size of apples and hard as rocks, fall on us, sending the rest of the men to seek cover somewhere and dispersing us. I protect my head and keep going despite the pain. Then I see a little angelic girl crying in terror, trying to protect herself under some crevice on a rock. I forget about my intent, I run to the child and take her in my arms down the mountain and back to the village. I look for her home to reunite her with parents. She never says a word, but she leads me to a house. I realize the witches managed to divert me from my mission. Can compassion have become my weakness? When the door opens, I wake up.

Tuesday, 3/13/12 Bcomplex 100 at 1;44pm, 100mg 5-HTP at 11:13pm.

DR 3:12am - big fight, naciz

DR around 8am - VIVID
I'm in India on a busy street, that has a gentle slope. I'm watching and taking pictures of festivities in honor of Lord Vishnu. At one point I'm in an area in the middle of the sidewalk, that has sofas in the square shape and handle bars around it. I'm kneeling on the sofa looking backwards towards some ultra modern, tall, glass and metal buildings. I see the backrest of the sofa is blue and grey and I'm thinking, how clean it is. I inhale and smell the air.
I'm taking pictures of an airplane taking off in very steep climb towards the tall buildings. The airplane is dwarfed by the size of them. It looks like it will clear the building, but then in slow motion, I see yellow sparks from the bottom of the airplane, where it clipped the front edge of the roof. I see it smoking and I can feel it crashing on the other side of the building. Person next to me shows me video on his camera. There I see, that before it clipped the roof, it clipped some smaller tower that was part of this building and that's why it didn't gain enough altitude. Then I hear, that it crashed into a small town of Spiske.... in High Tatras area of SK. I realize, that to do that, it had to take off from Poland, thus I have to be in Poland, but I'm in India.

I dreamed I was somewhere in India, and was preparing myself for a long journey around the country.
I began to walk the path ... there was some obstacles involved, some natural and others not.
I was jumping a yellow wall between two gardens of a poor Indian neighborhood, and when I landed on the other side a bag with food, water and some other belongings was ripped, dropping food and other goods.

Suddenly a typically Indian-looking kid (dark skin) appeared, he had a dirty white shirt, and helped me get the things that had fallen from the bag. He built a cardboard box, and he put it all the food in that box and gave it to me ...

I started thinking about the difficulty that I would go to cross the country with a box and not a backpack.

I am some a future version of our world where severe economic recessions and war have devastated most countries and much of the human civilization has reverted to Mideieval era technology and feudalism. There are pockets of technological advanced socities still in existence, but they have isolated themselves from the rest of the world with cities surrounded by walls and drones to kill people trying to break in. Many countries have become lawless and chaotic because religious zealots and warlords and their tribes fight for land and resources, including most of North America, and at the beginning of the dream I am fleeing my home and I end up on a ship headed to India.

I though India would be just as chaotic and poor yet fortunately there is religious tolerace and peace, and unlike most other countries, there is often running water and electricity availble in some cities. I end up living with a friend who fled North America years ago and she shares a cramped apartment with several other families above a rare bookstore which went out of business the day before I arrived. The first floor then becomes a communty meeting hall for the small village and the local Imam (who is also the head man of the town) gathers people every night to talk about relevent issues and to bring his television in so everyone can see the little bit of international news that is broadcast every now and then.

One night the broadcast is interupted and highjacked by a powerful and rouge warlord in Iran who claims to have a Doomsday Machine, which will obliterate all other countries in the world except his and he is going to set it off on the next full moon, a few days from now. To prove the effectiveness of his machine, he turns it on the Australasia continent and literally wipes it off the map. The remains of the continent are smoldering boulders and much of it falls into the sea or is completely unlivable because it is desicated wasteland. The crazy warlord gives no ultimatim and so later news reports tell of how many places become even more chaotic, mass suicides occur, or alternatively some places that were so violent and dangerous before suddenly become peaceful as people resign themselves to their fate.

Some how I meet a man who has just come into our village who claims to have worked on the Doomsday Machine and fled Iran when he learned what its true purpose was. He has made copies of the three electonic keys needed to gain access to the machine and shut it down, but unfortunately lost one in Pakistan while he was fleeing. He gives me the other two keys and a map of the place where he lost the other key and sends me on my way. I easily cross the border into Pakistan because there are so many people heading towards Iran, trying to get in, that no one really notices me.

The small village where the lost key supposedly is lays in the ruins of what once looked like a very industrialized and technologically advanced city. I search many abandoned and decrepid old office buildings and come across a gathering of people sitting in what used to be a cafeteria or something. The floor is tiles and the roof is high, and there are rusted counters and sinks all along the walls. There are no tables and chairs any more and everyone is sitting in a circle around a few men and one woman. The men are talking about making peace with yourselves before you die and the woman sits silently admist them and yet seems to emit waves of warmth and compassion that penetrate the heart of everyone in attendence. She is filled with great love for us all, but also with a great sadness and a feeling of helplessness. She is ancient and beyond any human entity in the world and I think that she is a Goddess of some kind. She is weaving black hairbands and wristbands with scraps of yarn and passing them out to everyone in attendance.

I recieve one and instantly the location of the lost electronic key appears in my mind, as if the information is being chanelled directly to me from the goddess -like woman. I head up to a higher level and find it hidden in a desk in what looks like used to be some rich CEO's office. When I go back downstairs to the cafeteria, everyone is gone and the place is dimly lit and covered in dust, like no one had been there for hundreds of years. I still have my hairband though so I know the experience was real.

I follow the throngs of refugees headed for the Iranian border, but it is extremely dangerous as criminals and other unsavory characters prey on the desperate people. Many people are robbed of the few belongings they have, and many more or killed or tortured for fun. No one is safe from being kidnapped or raped and almost all who make it to the Iranian border are immediately turned away and have to go back and face the human monsters waiting for them outside of the border crossing. Those who make it into Iran do so because they bribe the guards with everything they have. I have nothing to offer so I have no idea how I am going to get in. One of the border guards asks me for my hairband and as I pull it out of my hair I see that it has turned to gold. I am let into the country and finding the Doomsday Machine isn't hard because it is being advertised on fliers and billboards in every street corner and I head to the capital (in my dream it was called Karachi, which is not the capital city of Iran but a port town in Pakistan).

The dream becomes fuzzy and I cannot remember much more. I do end up shutting down the machine, but there is no big confrontation with the warlord or anything heroic like that and I thought this dream ended kind of anti-climatically.

11 Sep 2011

We were on holiday in India and we had just arrived in a small town on a train. The train was horrible in the sense that there was no security and it was dirty and a little crowded. After arriving, we became more like native Indians than tourists. We were new to the area but living like locals. There were these special electric lanterns which cycled through three different levels of brightness. The dullest was barely enough to illuminate the ground in front of you, the middle level was bright enough to see and be seen but would not blind anyone and the brightest could illuminate everything to the horizon. I decided that I wanted to go for a walk and mum insured that she accompany me since this land was new and dangerous. My brother and father ended up coming along also. It was night time and we elected the middle brightness level. We left the village and climbed a hill to a low ridge along which ran the main road through the area. There were few cars on the road. Having crossed this road a field opened up before us. We knew that somewhere in the field was the railway line on which we had come in. We walked out into the field and came to the line. There was nothing on it so we crossed. We came to a second line and found a man stuck in the rails but left him there to die because we did not want to get caught up in his business. We continued and crossed three more lines. The was a train in the distance on the first but we crossed anyway as we had plenty of time. The second had a train much closer but I judged that we had plenty of time at the speed it was traveling so I crossed but my family waited for it to pass. The third was much closer again and I would have been hit and died if I had tripped but I still risked it and survived. There were many more but I do not remember specifics. All I know is that the trains were either packed full, dirty and old or completely empty, clean and new.

Morning or noon. I was with friends. We were traveling. Walking from a gymnasium of sorts into a small area. We have a guide. An Indian guide? We were going to walk over a "sand dune," but I decided to walk around it. Then from afar, an old, bearded tricycle driver said something in a language I did not understand. I started to think we were "caught," or something.

Then our guide started walking to that direction. Then driver moved his tricycle near us. In his tricycle was a pregnant woman in white dress. I asked our guide what happened. He motioned for us to ride the tricycle. I took the "backseat," the seat behind the driver. The rest of the gang took their place inside. I realized we were supposed to ride a jeep, but maybe this is faster.

Riding the jeep, it suddenly turned to night. We were going through the countryside, or so it seems. I can see the surroundings quite well, and not just a black area. Trees, etc. The red "roof" of the tricycle that I'm holding on to slid out, and I almost fell out, with upper body leaning all the way back. But I didn't fall. The Korean driver profusely apologized. I told him it's okay.

Morning, around after dawn. We passed by an area with some small bodies of water. We found small animals, and specially penguins. For some reason, I loved penguins, and I looked forward to playing with them once we got down the vehicle, which has now turned into a low-flying plane.

We started landing. When we landed, it turned into a helicopter for the vertical landing. We landed on a sandy area.

Chase. Running. A thief. I was with two girls, one is younger than the other, inside what looked to me like a Counterstrike game location. I chased after the thief, using the opposite direction, but found no way. I followed the thief's trail instead, and found it led outside. I looked for him, but he already got away.

I was able to reach an area where there was a cleaning guy, setting up stuff. I asked him if he saw the thief. He said he didn't.

Then I suddenly "see" a dark area, with bonfire. There was a leader, who looked like he's a tribal leader from Africa's shamanic past. He has bones dangling on his body, and white streaks on his dark body and face. There was a guy who arrived and offered to sell him a tiara. He said it's worth 24 karats, or something. The chief looked at it and was happy. Then I told him it doesn't look expensive, and might just be a toy. The chief started having second thoughts, but the thief already left.

I was back with the two girls. I verified with them that the tiara is a cheap toy.

I was in a prison. There were only individual prison cells, separated by walls on either side, and one "gate." I was with friends. I was guarding the prison. There were two guys in the prison who I know. I discreetly set them free using the keys. More people were put inside. The guard after me was stricter.

I was at home, at night. I was waiting for a friend to contact me. He lives somewhere across the street. We were contacting each other through text. I recalled we were talking in the coliseum before.

I went to the mall. I was going to meet them. I changed my sim card for some reason. I was waiting for them at the food court. There were three of them. It was Cool and his two best friends. They took the seat a bit farther than where I was, so I walked to them and took a seat. They were talking, and eating the nachos. I tried to ride along with the conversation, and ate some nachos. But then I started to wonder why I seem to be ignored.

Then Cool said something to his guy best friend about getting some nachos, to which he replied, "I would, if this guy (he said a term or nickname but I forget) would just leave the food alone." I was surprised, and so I told them my name. They just looked, still not recognizing me.

I become hysterical, and then realized I was in a dream. I cried on the seat, and they just left. I was just acting to see how they would react. I then thought, "So that's how they would treat me." I then looked around. I told myself "I'm in a dream," and I tried to stand still and not do anything to lose lucidity. The environment changed to the streets, no longer in the mall. I was looking at people walk by. There was a small, one-story building in front of me, and to the left is a plaza of sorts. The sun was shining from that area, which seems to suggest that's the east side. Or maybe it was setting down and that's west.

I started to start losing consciousness, so I rubbed my hands. Then I noticed my sister arrive from behind. She looked unhappy (as usual), and she was going to give me something in a plastic bag. I tried spinning around since I've read it changes the place. Now it's night, in a garden/plaza type of place. And my sister was still there, still looking as unhappy as usual. I just took the plastic bag and she left. There are still people around, but it's already night, with the usual yellowish posts.

For no reason at all, I started running around and jumping. I lost lucidity, and I forget this part of the dream.

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NOTE: I left the music playing randomly until I fell asleep around 11:30 pm. It stopped after 30 minutes or an hour after. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, with the music still playing, and did a midnight adoration. Went back to sleep and had this dream. This was before the alarm went off.

I did around 3-5 reality checking throughout the day, mainly hands and words/time, and reminding myself to stay still and rub hands or spin around once I have a lucid dream. I also did nine conscious breathing counts before sleeping, and then visualizing a previous dream.

Buildings in the desert (possibly india,china), possibly post-apocalyptic future setting,

- does anyone recognise these images from dreams
- has anyone seen a sunburnt man with a robe gaining access to these buildings in the desert

I have memories of three fragmented dreams, all rather random...

Fragment 1

All I can remember is I'm out in the middle of the woods, at some log cabin home where this hippy type man and woman live. They are drug dealers, apparently. The man takes my passport and makes a break for it in his station wagon (complete with wood panel!) I chase after him, crying, panicked.

Fragment 2

I'm in an Indian themed love hotel searching for someone

Fragment 3

I'm lost in a labyrinth of underground train and subway tunnels. I keep changing trains trying to find my way, but it just gets me more and more hopelessly lost. I ask for help but no one can help me or understand me. I eventually find my ex (he's wearing this strange crepe type white shirt that has a 'stylishly' ripped V neck. He's laughing and nervous because he's lost and confused too.

I don't know which factor it was this time that helped me remember my dream. I made a few changes this time. I woke up to a gentle alarm at 1am and again at 5am. I had one planned for 3am but I guess I didn't set it, or I turned it off in my sleep (I do that sometimes ).
Also this time I drank some Mugwort tea before bed, and chose to leave out the brainwave and subliminal message apps, sleeping au natural so to speak.

Dream 1 - Fragment

I don't remember this one really, just a vague recollection of living in something similar to the Jersey Shore house () and feeling really overwhelmed with the drama. I remember a distinct feeling of being sick of trying to take care of all of the people in the house.

Dream 2 - Much more interesting - My Indian Wedding on the Día de los Muertos

I have the feeling that this dream was quite long, but I only clearly remember the end of it.
I have dark skin, eyes and hair, which feels a bit strange to me as in life I am quite pale. In my head I reconcile with the fact that I am Indian and then think nothing more of it.

There is another woman with me, a fairly young, yet older than me, professional whom I know to be a plastic surgeon. She is mentoring me, training me to be as brilliant as she is, or at least I get the feeling she is headhunting me to do a fellowship with her.
I seem to have fallen out of favour with her scientific mind because of my faith in some Catholic type religion. At this point I become aware of the surrounding environment and "feel" of the place I am in. It's close to what I have seen on documentaries for the Mexican Day of the Dead. I notice there are red rose petals everywhere too - in the air and all over the ground. I feel like I am in some sort of temple room. I feel like this is a wedding, more specifically, my wedding.

We are purifying me for the holy sacrament, I am fully dressed and draped in beautiful fabrics, cleansed. The professional woman comes to me and kneels beside me, moving the red cards that are scattered there on that specific spot on the floor. I know those red cards are there to represent evil. I sense her disapproval, but I am surprised that she quotes some scripture to me. She purifies herself and then tells me that she plans to adopt me so that I may avoid immigration issues when I come to study with her in Canada.
Then the sound of my alarm.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

23:10 – Sleep

Again in India
I’m with my parents on a house looking over a hill and we see a crowd of men outside very agitated. They are manifesting, angry about something. Not at us, but the fact they are so close is a bit worrisome. We fear they might start a riot and starts damaging our home.
We go outside try to understand what’s going on. I understand their situation and agree with their demands. I also shout some words of support and my father tells me to shut up – what am I thinking? I ask if he doesn’t agree and yes, of course, but these guys should do something about it in a peaceful and diplomatic way, not with riots. My parents decide to leave and not stay there anymore, predicting problems.
We then go through an earth road by the side of the river and I see beautiful Indian girls in their Saris and boys flirting them. Then I go through a succession of images from India, buddhist monasteries and so on.

3:30 GMT

Town of Denn
I’m going down a hill and find myself on this earth road by the edge of a large crater (more like a canyon). On my back and on the other side of the crater I see buildings destroyed by rockets and bombs. I then realise there are men hiding behind some broken windows, with guns and realise I’m in a war scenario. I decide to do a RC. I realise I’m dreaming and feel no fear. This time I remember the tasks I have to accomplish (Hooray!) Which one I do first? For some reason I didn’t feel like taking an elevator, so I decide to shrink to the atomic level. I do my best to shrink, but all I manage is to reduce maybe 10 cms. Damn. Continued trying and didn’t reduce size. Not to lose lucidity in vain, I decide to do the RPG task and decide to jump on the crater and use it as a portal for the RPG dream. I close my eyes on the jump and when feel my feet on the ground I open my eyes and I’m there!
At first I found it a bit different from what was supposed. I mean, the sky was bright blue, the houses of the village were all white and there was a general sense was of a happy sunny place. In front of me, downhill, I could see beautiful planes and hay stacks. On my left I saw these streets with white houses aligned downhill. On my back there was the main entrance to the village – through an arch, leading to a higher hill on top of which there was this big white building that at first looked like a church, but it had banners and flags and was for sure a fortress or castle. On my right also downhill there was an alignment of stands covered by tents, of what looked like a medieval fair. This fair stretched to the main entrance of the village with a few open air stands. That’s when I realised: this is the town of Denn, although in my version it looks a lot like the traditional villages from the Alentejo province in the South of Portugal.
Lots of people were moving around, all dressed in medieval clothes and I approached one stand to see what they were selling. I have no idea what it was, but now in retrospective, it might have been arrows – they had boxes full of these pointy metallic spikes with what seemed to be tiny dragon wings on their back tip. Don’t know. Then I saw a mirror on one stand and decided to see myself there. That’s when I realised I had my normal look, wearing an aquamarine dress. No! I had to enter my character, so I looked for a more private place with a mirror to change myself. I entered the main village street, right behind the stands. There was a kind of tunnel on my left, between houses, leading to an inner court and because there was nobody around, I went inside and found a room that by chance was full of “antiques” – I guess in this context, they were useful working instruments - including a large mirror. The light was very dim, but I could see my reflexion quite well so I started changing my look to my warrior me. It all turned out quite well, but for some reason My face also changed and I was now a red haired girl with a long braid and tiny brown eyes. I was cute, but a bit annoyed of not looking more like myself – I wanted black hair and big brown eyes. It took me some time, but I finally got it. Meanwhile I think I lost very precious time. I need to be less obsessed about how I look and just keep going.
At this point a guy comes in and I realise he is the king! And he is totally drunk. I wonder what is a king doing drunk in such a place, that looks like the backrooms of the servants – oh, maybe I actually know...
He starts hitting on me, saying he never saw me before but that I’m hot. I avoid him, moving around the room and he is insisting, trying to catch me. He thinks that my running around is my way to arouse him. I feel tired of this, want to go look for the tavern, when a group of people come inside all worried. They were looking for the king, afraid he was doing something stupid (as he was). As they try to grab him and take him away, I decide to sneak out before they start asking questions.
I go deeper into a hallway I find connecting to other deeper rooms and I think I found some kind of kitchen – everybody is so busy carrying stuff from one place to the other, it’s very hot and there are these servant boys taking a rest in a very dark corner with a few wooden benches.
I sit with them for a while, no one ask me questions as they are either too busy or just plain tired, but then I wake up.

Birthday party
I tried going back to the dream but ended up on a different one although with similarities. I looked in a mirror and I was dressed medieval, but this time with beautiful jewels, like a queen or princess. I was in a country house in the province of Alentejo – it was the house of a friend with whom I’m starting a business. Today is my birthday (it really is) and I am having my party at his home. My mom and a fiend are there, my dad, a guy I almost dated in high-school and Riverstone and Nighthawk are also there.
This guy from high-school brought me a load of presents. I don’t immediately open them and take them to a room. Everybody is gathered in the living room. We are chatting and eating and then my friend future partner is discouraging me from following our initial plans. He says maybe I should do it on my own and not be his partner. I am totally surprised and disappointed because until now he showed no hesitations whatsoever and all the reasons he is giving me are just BS. I try to change his mind but he just asks if I can wait, because he needs to take a shower and we continue later. I say ok and he leaves. I am chatting with someone else when he appears, all naked, in front of all the guests, totally cool about it. My mom and her friend turn away their faces, laughing embarassed. He was on his way to the shower but he forgot something and found totally natural to go butt naked to get it.
Then I decide to get my gifts from the other room and Riverstone follows me. He is already drunk and going through a jealous phase – he grabs one of the gift package and starts guessing what’s inside, starts tearing away the package and I get upset and tell him to drop it – it’s my gifts, I open it and if he has any problems that some guy is covering me in gifts it’s because he is a child. I take the gifts to the living room and start opening them. I notice that Nighthawk is also mildly embarrassed that he is not the one giving me the best or the most presents and I think “God, so frivolous! This is not a competition.”
I don’t remember what were the gifts but then we all got drunk or drugged or just sleepy, because I woke up later on in the bedroom, and everybody was sleeping on the floor. I woke up people and they left. I stayed only with the guys. No monkey business, we just staid sharing whatever trip we were experiencing. My sweater was totally sweat and I went to the toilet to change it when I saw myself in the mirror and noticed that my make up was also all messed up, so the trip must have been good.

5:40 GMT - wake up