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    1. 7 Dec: Italian mafia movie, tourism and a rich friend's mansion

      by , 12-07-2018 at 11:25 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I dream I am watching and at the same time living in the flesh an Italian movie about a guy who adopts two orphan boys about 2 years old. It is lovely and adorable, until a mobster wants to settle an issue with him and kidnaps the boys to raise them as his own. He tries to make them copies of himself, so they are dressed like little gangsters and he takes them to see all about his business, including whacking other people. The kids are becoming traumatized and insensitive.
      One day their father comes to rescue them with a bunch of men and shoots the gangsters when they were about to climb some staircase to enter a building. One of the kids is so traumatized that he runs away from is daddy, crying, but some of the rescuers go after him. The other kid stands still without a reaction, but when his dad comes to him he bursts into tears and says "papi" (although that's spanish). I also cuddle the poor kid.

      Doing tourism with my mom in Italy. Drivers are just insane, speeding on tight alleys, almost hitting us. We hear a crash. I fly over the houses to get a view. It's a truck with vegetables who went over the pier and landed on a boat. The driver can't believe it. Meanwhile my mom arrives and wants to help him by buying him vegetables, but I don't think it's the best time to do it.
      We go to the historical city center, crazy ladies put pots with plants outside their doors, basically filling the narrow alleys with obstacles on which we trip for a couple of times. We enter a very cute restaurant which is also a b&b and I recognize it from having stayed here before. My mom confirms she recognizes it from pictures. I go talk to the owner and they say I left a big bottle of hemp oil when I last checked out from here. I had been worried the customs would not have allowed it, but this time I will try to take it back with me.

      I am staying at some rich friend's mansion. She is an Asian video artist. She shows me a video clio she did for an H&M campaign, very conceptual with people swimming in the sea and a centaur swimming with them, that becomes a horse on land. She says it wasn't picked up by the brand, because they didn't get the meaning, which was none. I said I liked it, even without any meaning, it was trippy and inspiring.
      She puts down the usb pen with some of her work and we check for some paintings I left in her house last time. I promise to take them with me this time. They are hideous and amateur, but she encourages me to continue doing it. Then she notices the pen is gone and freaks out. I say the only person I saw coming in was a certain guy, part of her team and she goes look for him in the studio. She is furious because she knows he wants to steal her ideas and undermine her work. She yells at him and they begin a nasty discussion,
      I decide to go check the rest of the house. Her amazing kitchen is on a hanging deck over a cliff, with glass walls with view to the town underneath. There's a large spiral stair to a garden below. From the garden, there is a large entrance to a lounge area where I encounter some of her friends chillin'. One of them says he found a recording of me singing a Grease medley and he wants to play it for everybody to listen. I say no, no, I am embarrassed, but he assures it is really good and they should hear. They are VIPs and might help me launch a career, but I run away to hide under a staircase. Another lady, also Asian, comes to sit by my side with lots of bags, says she is leaving for her flight, but feeling very tired and asks to rest her head on my lap for a while. Then some guy looking for me asks me to join back the group, he insists they really liked my recording. Along the way he sings bits of the song, trying to trick me into singing, but there are people all the way on the hallways and I just can't sing in front of people. He understands. Says we will just be watching another friend athlete on tv and not bother me with the singing.
      We watch her on some competition. She is also Asian, very pretty and with some very original outfit and hairdo, unlike anything I have ever seen in sports. At first I thought she was doing pole vault, but then realize it is some kind of new modality, in which athletes gotta climb a kind of metallic ladder reaching the highest possible step, with a minimum jumping movement, like cats do. I think she breaks a record and everyone is celebrating.
    2. Who's the father? A trip to Italy?

      by , 08-19-2018 at 08:15 PM
      Who's the father?

      I tried to collect as many different flowers as possible. It was some sort of a competition and many people were there to brag about how big and beautiful their bouquets were. I did have the biggest tho even if I held a baby in my arms I could still be the very best. It was just… I couldn’t figure out who was the father of my child. I was supposed to get a flower from the guy and I had two options. Darren Criss or Byun Baekhyun.
      I went home to Darren’s place and entered the building. But he wasn’t there and it was really dark since the lights were not on. I couldn’t find any flower in there either which kind of made me disappointed. Before walking to Baekhyun’s home I was passing by a bar. I went in there and had a look. Darren was sitting at a table drinking beer. A few tables away I saw a vase with a beautiful white flower with a note saying: “For my one true love.”
      I took it with me, smiled at Darren that hadn’t noticed me and walked home. The other girls that were competing were really jealous of my lovely flower that I had received. Later Darren came by and was really surprised by the flower. He didn’t know anything about it. He said that he wanted to bring a flower but he seemed to forgot about it. I glanced down on my baby and realized it looked like a watch. Like the time was running out.

      There was another dream but I only remember taking the flight home from Italy to get my creditcard and then fly back again. Just so I could return to Sweden the day after with my luggage. The trip was really stressful and very unnecessary.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    3. Why did I die?

      by , 08-12-2018 at 08:53 PM
      Two dreams

      My dad, brother and my foster-brother said that men are better than women on everything. My sister and I got very upset but didn’t had a chance to tell them off. So I poked my brother with a stick in his stomach and yelled: ”Too bad it wasn’t a harpoon!” Everybody laughed and my sister told me I had a sassy comeback as always. Then we tried to do everything to prove the guys wrong.


      I was in Italy, just paying a visit to my old school there from when I studied abroad. I had a looong conversation with the principle who asked me questions... strangly in english but I liked it. We had a really good time. She asked me what I wanted to do with my life and I was thinking really hard to come up with a good answer.
      The principle wanted me to come back, but not sure how tho. She was talking and talking and talking. I realized that I no longer really knew where I was. Wasn’t it a part of my own hometown just right outside the window? I wanted to end the conversation but principle seemed so determinded to keep talking about things I could do if I wanted to stay there, Which I didn’t want.
      She wanted me to dye my hair blonde but I didn’t want that. She took me outside to a balcoony and asked me if there were any guys I would like to date but as soon as I looked. I only saw guys that I already knew. Some even from kindergarden. I refused and told her that I already knew these guys and didn’t want anything to do with them. She became very angry and headed inside again. It was time for her to have a lesson. So I decided to run with my old friend’s younger brother, who I never really spoke to.
      We quickly ran away from the school and tried to get to a bus stop. Suddenly I could hear the principle’s vocie behind me. She was furious!
      I wasn’t far from the bus stop when I stopped running and looked back. The young brother was gone but the principal stood there instead, looking at me with sadness in her eyes. First I thought she was going to beg me not to go but what she told me made me go insane. The younger brother was hit by a bus... the very same bus we were supposed to take to get away from this place. I ran away from the bus stop and kept going until I was hit myself by a car.

      Suddenly spirits appeared on the streets, singing and laughing. But not I, because I cried. I covered my face with the hands and cried as loudly as I could. Until I heard my mother’s voice. She wanted someone to hold the dogs’ leashes and take them to a field. I gladly took the dogs over there and found three presents for each pet. The cat wasn’t there tho. I opened the first gift. It was a perfume bottle... MY perfume. I glanced at my dog that was sitting down and paying attention to the bottle. I realized that I had chose the wrong path and cried because I wasn’t there for my dog anymore. I could not pet him, feed him or talk to him. He couldn’t even see me! I couldn’t help but to cry even harder. I just wanted it to be a dream.
    4. A stranger's proposal

      by , 04-24-2016 at 11:55 PM
      Hi everyone! I had a dream last night! The second I've remembered in quite a short space of time!

      I remember I was myself again, just like the previous one! (I went through a phase of always seemingly not being myself in dreams in the last few years I've remembered)
      Anyway, I was with this boy, in the dream I wasn't sure who he was, just that this random guy started to chat to me. Before I knew it he was asking me to go away with him, and for us to elope to Italy..!

      It was a strange dream, even my dream self was confused by this person!
    5. Guilty Festivities in Tuscany

      by , 08-19-2014 at 10:57 PM
      Saturday, 17th August

      Moon: 62% illuminated waning gibbous (21 days old) in Taurus

      Tarot of the Day: Knight of Pentacles

      Mayan 13 Moon Calender Date: White Self Existing Dog

      Nostril open on awakening: Left (feminine side/right brain)

      Dream:

      A sprawling Florentine city lay before Matt and I.
      (Matt is one of my best friends,although we do not see each other anymore as he lives overseas)
      We explore the Tuscan city fully prepared up with our backpacks and camping gear.There seemed to be a reason for us to avoid authority on every occasion that they appeared.Why I do not know

      The was an electric charged energy of festivities that lingered in the air,and there many females paraded around the narrow streets dressed entirely in white.
      Woman's day perhaps?

      We reach an empty silo made of large off-beige coloured bricks. Inside we find many thin wooden poles that have their one end firmly concreted into the wall, with the other side protruding outward. We glanced at each other and I can telepathically tell we're both thinking the same thing...
      Monkey bars!
      My conscious perspective shifts to the 3rd person and I watch Myself and Matt climb and swing from one pole to the next,slipping a couple of times but saving ourselves with a swift grab and grasp on the lower poles.

      I find myself in a big open plaza with my black Royal Enfield motorbike,the same one I had when travelling around India.
      A group of excited and most likely intoxicated middle aged ladies are celebrating in a big white double decker bus with the roof removed about 30 metres to my left.Shortly after, they exit the plaza in a frenzied blur.

      There's a cold breeze out, so I lay along the length of the long motorbike seat and cover myself with a blanket.
      Jenna,a petite girl with blonde dreadlocks and piercing blue eyes approaches from behind to chat with me. I can immediatly sense the attraction between us and I invite her to come join me under the covers.
      She surveys the parking lot anxiously, and I can see her think twice about my offer, but eventually she obliges.
      We begin to talk about how body warmth is the best thing to keep warm in this cold weather. This was just small talk as the fondling began to escalate, with me spooning her tightly from behind.
      I stop.I know this is wrong.I know that she has a boyfriend, and a child with the same man. Guilt grabs continue hold of my gut and my primal nature is unhappily halted.
      Jennas initial reluctancey of joining me made complete sense.

      We continue to chat about bland surface layer topics without the previous sexual aura, yet i know that she began asking herself question.
      "Why did he stop?Surely i made it clear what I wanted by jumping under the covers with him??"

      Later, around the lunch table, I see her boyfriend sitting with a black beanie covering his long hair... and his smiling eyes greet me. I act as if nothing has happened.

      The plaza now seemed to be a full on festival,and in the corner of my eye I see my parents,looking startled and out of place.
      I decide to give them some pure MDMA to ease their anxieties.
      "What the hell is this??",my mother asks worryingly.
      "Just trust me and take it.", I tell her as I break the large pinkish-white crystal into two pieces,giving the bigger half to my Father.
    6. Scary river; Past; Italy; OpheliaBlue

      by
      gab
      , 08-02-2014 at 06:16 AM (Turquoise Dreams)
      8/1/14

      Last night bed past 11 - 8:30am?

      DR
      This was very intense. I'm on a shore of a wide river. Think Danube in northern Hungary. The water is very muddy. Some parts seem to be calm, but others have churning waves, small whirlpools and even tall waves going in direction from the shore. It's very fast flowing. Someone tells me that my brother is going to swim across, just because he wants to go to the other side. No serious reason. That makes me mad. Why would he risk his life for something like that.

      So I'm running on the shore, yelling his name out. He can't hear me. I think I see him in the water. Somehow I am now on the other side, waiting for him to emerge. You can't really see him in the water, because of turbulent water.

      I am really worried. Then I see him walking out of the river. He has some kind of a full body neoprene suit, including the hood, and something else over it.

      Now I'm in some kind of a catle, or ruins rebuilt for turists, walking down a hallway built from large light - gray stones and I'm walking on sand.

      DR
      I'm walking with more adults and kids on some path in the outdoors. On a hill, no trees. We decide to split into 2 groups and I'm leading one group of kids into some summer camp.

      DR
      I'm standing on the city square in my hometown. It's in the past, maybe 50's. Communists rule the country. Everybody is dressed in period clothes and also eqipment is from that era. Some kind of commie action is going on. Parade or speech.

      I look up and some confetti and propaganda flyers are raining down on us. My mom starts climbing on top of a bus or a van that's right behind us. There is a TV crew with camera on top, filming the event. My mom wants to look at the TV screen they have upthere.

      DR
      I'm with my best WL friend. In the dream, I can't remember her name, and after waking up it took me a while to recall it.

      I'm giving her a single rose as a thank you. I gave some potted bluish plant to some other people, also as a thank you. She gets mad at me for giving it to her. I'm telling her that it's from some people that appreciate her's and mine work, and I'm just relaying the message from them to her.

      Then I learn that she changed her name to Ophelia93. And I'm like "whoa, so you are Ophelia, and how about the other Ophelia, and is this just one person, or what is going oooooon?"

      DR
      I'm watching a canal in Venice from some higher vantage point, like a window maybe. I see a gondola with one gondolier. There is a large fish approaching his boat. It's like a giant goober. It's so big and fat and colorful.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. United States Vs. Italy

      by , 05-25-2014 at 06:38 PM
      The government was at war with..I don't remember...italy? At that time, for some reason, the government was moving huge skyscrapers with helicopters. At that time, I was in one of them, so I accidentaly fell off. The building was collapsing, but for some reason when I hit the ground I was alive. I ignored that (lol) and then the building was collapsing behind me. I was stuck in rushing water, and I had to jump between tight bars and debris platforms. This jump was huge, and as I jumped everything wen't in slow motion. Everything got REALLY vivid. Then it went back to normal as I grabbed the bar and the building was so close to crushing me.

      After that, I guess the government was switching out newer flatscreens with older TV's. They weren't TV's though, they looked like computers. I dunno.

      KEYWORDS:
      War
      TV's
      Skyscrapers
      Crushed
    8. Italy, Liguria, again.

      by
      gab
      , 05-17-2014 at 01:18 PM (Turquoise Dreams)
      5/17/14

      Last night bed before 10, but couldnt fall asleep - 4:50am

      I'm Italy, Liguria. One Italian tells me this, while I'm looking at postcards to buy. The cards are nothing special. Some rocky shore, some dry chaparall mountains. I'm asking something from a guy at a train station. He starts laughing and replies to me in Italian, something like he is Tony... and Italian and why do I think he knows what I'm asking or speaks the language. To my surprise I speak Italian a bit too, or maybe more like just some international words and we communicate a bit, laughing.

      I'm at this train station at the end of the dream. It's the end of a trip for me and I'm meeting up with others to leave. There are 2 small, maybe 7-9 year old kids trailing me. We are some friends, or have some deeper connection. They don't want me to leave.

      Even before that, I'm telling someone that while we were in Mexico? (Italy), there was a big earthquake, not like a 6 something, but 5 something.

      Before that was something, about mountains or hills. It was a long dream, I woke up from it, said "great, a dream" and went back to bed. Have to by me that pen with light I saw on amazon for the gift money I still got there, so I can write them as they happen.
    9. Italy, again

      by
      gab
      , 11-28-2013 at 10:54 PM (Turquoise Dreams)
      11/27/13 Wednesday

      Last night, bed at 2am, no meditation

      I'm in Italy. Second time in maybe 2 weeks. I'm at the docs, looking at some ships docked. One of them is military ship, that serves as a museum. Suddenly there is an explosion on it. I see red flames and black smoke. It's already third explosion in the area. Some kind of terrorist attack. (Watched NCIS episode with explosions and terror attacks)

      Still in Italy. I have a puppy in my arms. He is not mine, but perhaps rescued. It's a beagle. He has flees, so we are taking him to the vet. Come to a building, with patients waiting on chairs outside and in the doorway. I try to talk to them in Italian. I want to know if I can buy something for the flees in the pharmacy, or if I should see the vet. When we walk inside, the building is huge and modern. medical personal walking busily in the hallways. We find the vet and he takes a look at the dog. Then he puts him in this room sized plastic tube. Kinda like a huge terrarium. It can fold in the middle, one side can slide in the other side. We are thinking about buying it for the dog. Trying to figure out, if it will fit on the back of a pickup. I see the price in italian lira and it's like 39000. I see that in some places it's broken and fixed with black tape. So I'm telling my mom, we could buy it, but not to pay for it more than 1/5 of the asking price.

      It was a long time I have spent in Italy this time.
      Tags: explosions, italy
      Categories
      non-lucid
    10. Photos in Italy

      by , 10-12-2013 at 07:11 PM
      A brief nightmare - I'm at my mother's IRL house, the lights won't turn on, and this is dangerous. I consider whether this is a dream, but decide it isn't. I'm thinking that dreams and waking life feel different, and while dreams might feel real, you can't mistake waking life for a dream. So I don't do any reality checks. I do, however, do my anti-nightmare Apollo trick, but I feel a bit self-conscious about it, since I'm awake, and in my mother's home, and she'll be able to hear me. Afterwards I realize it was just one burned out light bulb, and there's no danger. Outside, it's incredibly bright, even though it's night - the sky is clouded over, and I wonder whether it's a full moon, but it seems too bright even for that. There are incredible gusts of wind, very inviting. My mother comes down to the front door where I'm standing and asks if something has flooded - there are occasional waves splashing over the wall at the edge of her yard. She says she used the incorrect settings on something, and it's caused things to get out of alignment, putting stress on the whole house that will eventually break it down. She needs to go outside and correct the settings. There's a ram standing in the street, looking at us; I point it out, and she says they always come in pairs. A herd walks down the street, from the same direction the waves came from.

      I'm online, reading a conversation between several people, with one of them promising to scan some information about Renfield.

      (Woke up. Back to sleep.)

      I'm taking a train from Rome to Boston, going over a map and coordinating plans.

      There's a guy on his way home from a war, making what he thinks of as a 'deal' with whoever's listening, God or whatever else - he just wants his childhood neighborhood to have survived unscathed. If that place was bombed, what was the point to any of this?

      That same guy is at a party, there's talk about political factions, blaming the faction that 'has the princess's ear.' Although this guy doesn't realize it, the princess in question is there at the party, disguised.

      (Woke up. Back to sleep.)

      A rich family is discussing inheritance issues after their father's death. His illegitimate daughter from one of his many affairs, a very sweet girl, is the source of a lot of jealousy.

      I'm walking down a street, and through the cracks in a fence I can see statues and ancient temples. I find a way through the fence and walk around, admiring them, wishing I had my camera with me; then I remember the camera on my phone and start taking pictures.

      I walk into a building with a walkway overlooking vast, dark spaces, and I take pictures of those, lighting them up, resulting in beautiful abstract images made up of points of light. One of the spaces overlooks an opera company rehearsing, and there are a few people sitting around here watching, they don't welcome my presence but they don't stop me from taking pictures either. Another space contains a field of snow, and there's a beautiful woman lying there, dead or unconscious, beside some broken wooden boards. As I'm taking photos of her, I say "Nostradamus" - the name of the opera being performed. A woman next to me, one of the ones who'd been watching the opera, asks me how I knew its name; I say I hadn't known until I said it. The woman lying in the snow wakes up, and climbs up onto the walkway. I offer her my arm if she needs it, she looks unsteady - I sound overeager to myself. She doesn't take my arm.

      Outside, the woman asks me how long I'll be staying in town. I'm thinking that I'm stuck here until I can find my portal home; out loud, I say it'll be a few days and I let her know what part of town I'm staying in. She reminds me of a promise I'd made to her, something involving her uncle, and she walks away.

      I go to see her uncle, walking through the streets of a city in Italy, old alleys where cars are off-limits. I want to find a place to stop and go through my phone, delete some photos, make room for more, but most places are closing at this time of day. Finally I find a bookstore that's still open and I sit down. On my phone, I'm looking at a menu for creating shortcuts on your phone, arranged in the shape of a stylized butterfly.

      Updated 10-12-2013 at 07:16 PM by 64691

      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare
    11. The Cabana Race

      by , 06-21-2013 at 10:30 PM



      Level of Lucidity: 3
      Level of Clarity: 6
      Level of Realism: 4
      (levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

      The transition from being in the warehouse to being here was rather smooth thanks to a lucky and proper DEILD. I opened my eyes and looked around. There were all sorts of restaurants and businesses connected in a sort of "Little Italy" sort of feel. Narrow streets and small buildings. I walked into what seemed to be a large mexican restaurant, sort of cabana type place. There were no tables or chairs. I walked outside through the back into what seemed to be a normal American parking lot. My grandpa was standing there. I lost all lucidity by this point and had fallen into "Dream Viewing" mode. I asked my grandpa something, and he kinda smirked. We both got inside of a blue Toyota Highlander, and I started driving. He told me to pull into another parking lot so I did. He told me "go crazy." I asked him what he meant and he told me to start driving however I wanted. I noticed that the Highlander had changed to a white Toyota Camry, both of which are cars my grandparents own, so I didn't think too much of it. I floored it. The Camry started picking up speed as I approached a corner. I turned the wheel hard right, freeing the grip of the rear tires, then yanked the wheel to the left, to counteract the cars rotation. A successful drift. My grandpa smiled and said "Again."

      We did this for a bit until I noticed a small road that seemed to lead to a forest from the parking lot. I sped down it, but it suddenly was no longer drive-able, it turned into a small, narrow walking trail. I was forced to back out a ways, and then decided just to leave the Camry there and try to go find the highlander. I told my grandpa to stay in the car, and lock the doors. I looked back to what was the parking lot, and it was now the interior of that cabana. I saw the highlander parked over in the far left corner and started walking to it. I looked down for a second to make sure I didn't trip, and when I looked up, the highlander had turned into one of those little cars that babies sit on and scoot around on.



      I continued walking to it, and then sat on it and inserted the Highlanders key into it and cranked it up. It sounded and drove just like a normal car, but it was hard to sit on because it was so little. I picked it up and faced it towards the Camry parked near the entrance to the woods, and ran and jumped onto the little cars seat, flooring it. The car took off as fast as the Camry would, and the back end of the little car began to scrape onto the ground, but I let off the acceleration a bit and leaned forward and the car had all four wheels on the ground again.

      By the time I got to where the Camry was, the Highlander had appeared right in front of it (towards the cabana not the woods). My grandpa was in the passenger seat of the Highlander and nobody was in the Camry. I thought "Strange..." Then just as I was about to get in the driver seat of the Highlander, my grandpa was instantly in the driver seat. He seemed to have functionality of his legs, which in real life he does not, and began to drive the car slowly in reverse. I walked with the car, holding the door open with my left arm just in case he got his foot stuck and couldn't move it or something. After walking with him driving for a bit he told me to get the Camry and pull it around into the Cabana. So I did. After I got over there, he told me we were going to have a little race, and to get the cars lined up. I said okay and started walking over to the Camry... but again it was moved over by the entrance to the woods. I walked over and met a nice woman who was a bit large around the waist along the way to my car and told her what was going on. She smiled and looked seductively at me and said she'd like to race too. I said alright and told her to pull her car around. She said “Alright!”

      Once I got to the Camry and hopped in I decided I’d just race with my little toddler car, and drove over to the cabana with it. Once I got on the car the environment changed again and when I turned it around there was a small narrow bridge/walkway with a big block on top of it blocking most of the walkway that was moving from one end of the walkway to the other. I almost ran into the block but managed to go around it, and then found myself in the cabana once again. I had a look around and my grandpa was in his car at the front of the line and behind him there was a line of about 5 other people in their own car, as if there was about to be a full on race. I pulled up in my little toddler car and noticed that lady from before was standing next to a lowered truck that resembled a Nitto Offroad Racing Truck, and had wheels that extended beyond the body for enhanced handling.



      She began telling me about all the customizations she’s made to her truck and how it’s the best car in the fleet of racers. I asked if I could drive it and she seemed hesitant at first, but then I told her that it’s ok, I’m a professional drift car racer, and she agreed.

      Just as I got into the truck I awoke.

      Updated 06-21-2013 at 10:38 PM by 63661

      Categories
      dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid
    12. -My Trip to Italy-

      by , 07-26-2012 at 04:33 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      It would seem as though I've been traveling in my dreams as of late. Anyways, here we go.

      -My Trip to Italy-

      Using the same method I used to get to Japan in my dream previous, going on a plane that had opening sides, we made a surprise visit to supposed Italy. I myself have never actually been to Italy before, but it didn't really look anything like Italy, but more like some place I'd find a few miles from where I live now. A good point of interest was this field that was large and had a lot of dead trees in it. It had dry grass on most of the area, and it was quite relaxing to look at. Other than that, I saw a lot of my friends in this area. I didn't quite get how me, my brother and my friends could be in the same exact part of Italy at the same time. It seems preposterous now that I think of it. Our hotel room was small and overlooked the same area that we landed from the plane. I don't remember doing much other than walking up and down the streets of Italy, and maybe some shopping in-between, though that's a maybe. My dream ended without me leaving the area, it would seem.
    13. Traveling the world

      by , 05-20-2012 at 12:29 PM (Dreams from the northern)
      20th of May
      31st LD
      Dream.Lucid.Comments/awake

      This has to be the best lucid dream i've ever had, because it contained a good plot, awesome places and best dream control i've ever had. So here it is, enjoy. Before the lucid dream, I was riding a horse to school, don't know why just did. Dream skipped Now I was in a church (a tour of somekind), it was italian like. That was when i knew it was a dream. There was a show of somekind, I wasn't too interested about, so I left and went outside. The yard was like a park, I walked away from the church, but I was somehow led back in to the church. I knew someone was going to murder everyone in there. I ran, but every door infront of me closed, when I finally reached the last door, I had enough time and ran through the spot between the two closing doors. I was outside on the grass with the sun shining over my head. I heard screams from the church and everyone on the outside ran away from the church, I was no exception. I tried to fly but it was no use. Dream started fading away...
      ...but with my experience from 30 earlier lucids, I managed to keep the dream. Now with a completely new dream scene, I was in china. I jumped on a boat and started rowing it, I had a hard time getting to the bigger water area. There an idea about a wave came to my mind and without a warning my boat crashed. I went with the water and had my most vivid experience in a dream, I could feel the water in my mouth. I panicked and started losing the dream, but dreams won't get away from me that easily.
      Now with a convenient side-effect of changing dreamscenes. I was standing on a dock and I knew someone was after me. A chinese bad guy saw me and started running after me, I ran a while and somehow felt completely exhausted. I said: "Stop", and he replied: "What now?". I asked him: "Why don't you chase that guy?". There was Jackie Chan running (like in the movies), then he shrugged and ran after him. Now I walked to an alley and I was surrounded by three thugs. Then I tried my dream powers and they worked. I made slash with my finger through the air infront of one of the thugs, he just laughed. I looked at him with a smiling face, he had a confused face and looked at his lower body. He split in half. Then was the time for the other thug to receive a beating. I shot invisible "punches" from my hands. Strike after strike, he was pushed backwards and couldn't take it anymore and fainted. The third thug was still left unharmed and I shot a laser through his head. From my hand of course.
      The dream scene changed and now I was in Italy (I guess) again, but this time I was in Venice. It was night time (this was the best place in the dream), then I walked to a cave, where I found a statue. Walked outside and there was a huge demon . I punched him in the arm and ran. I delivered the statue to some guy. After that I calmed down and saw my friend. He said to me: "In your next dream, you could do some of the tasks you've set for yourself.". I shrugged and watched the moon and the stars. Slowly the dream faded away.


      It has been a while from my last lucid dream, but this was worth waiting. Hopefully my lucid dream count will go sky high, when the summer vacation starts. The dream recall could have been better. Watching the moon propably came from my task to go to the moon. Many places in this dream came from watching The Amazing Race yesterday. And the church from looking at a few pictures of an italian church.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    14. January 15, 2012 Pursuit in Italy

      by , 01-15-2012 at 05:34 PM (Jenos's Garden of Dreams)
      This dream happened a few months ago, but I wanted to write it down because it's my most vividly remembered dream so far. And also quite interesting.

      Non-lucid: Don't ask me how i know it was Italy, I just knew. I am sitting in a car in an alleyway. It's really bright out, in fact, there are no shadows at all. The car takes off full speed, the person in front driving through what looks like a market-place. The local DC's are getting angry with the reckless driving, but most ignore it. Next thing I know I'm standing in the center of town with a good friend of mine. We seen a man on a horse with a sword and bolt. The man on the horse, who's wearing black robes and whose face I don't remember (I think he was a representation of "The man in black" from Stephen Kings "The Dark Tower" which I am currently reading), hacks at my friends head. She's dead, I begin to run over to her, but then turn and run the other way as I realize the the man is now coming after me. Sure enough, I'm stabbed right in the back of the head. I fall stomach to the ground, and this is where the dream get's weird.
      I start rising out of my body, spiraling upwards as the man rides away. Now I'm in some giant, blueish cube. Before I go any further, I'd like to point out that I am an atheist. In this cube, there are many floating, clear platforms with people climbing up them, some sort of "stairway to heaven" I guess. I huge man, and I mean absolutely massive, speaks to me. My best guess is that he was a representation of God, because I constantly find myself questioning my own beliefs. He tells me that I can either go back to earth and spend eternity as a spirit there, or I can spend eternity in the cube. I choose Earth because, hey, at least there's things to watch there. The dream ends immediately after I choose earth, and I wake up.

      Updated 01-17-2012 at 12:33 PM by 52385

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    15. Betrayals and Accused Masturbation

      by , 01-12-2012 at 04:49 PM (The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict)
      This is by far my best-recalled dream since I started over a week ago, and was definitely the most interesting (if slightly disturbing).
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      11/1/12
      I am in some European country, probably Italy by the way it feels, with one of my best friends (Luke, an old rugby teammate), my dad, and my former head coach, Kiwi. [Rugby tour perhaps? My dad always used to love coming along and pioneering the drinking games]
      The four of us are looking around some sort of touristy ornament shop when another close friend/teammate, Ant, and Luke's dad (also a former coach) walked in. Despite us all being friends, no one says hello to either of them (I didn't recognise them initially) and the atmosphere gets a bit tense.
      Luke's dad asks why none of us didn't greet them before Ant looks at Luke with tears in his eyes. I knew instantly that Luke and betrayed him in some way, presumably over a girl. [Incidentally, earlier that waking day the three of us were commenting on a picture of the two of them, in which Ant's goofy grin ruins Luke's serious stare]
      We all leave the shop and I discuss the situation with Kiwi as we walk through some ancient-looking ruins.

      Later, I'm back in a hotel with my mum, dad and sister, as well as my old head of sixth form from school (who had morphed from Kiwi). A hotel staff member explains to my dad about damage to a note in the cupboard under my bed. He gets the note out and it's two pieces of crumpled lined paper, with what I explain are my shopping lists and one 'to do' list. [I had recently made both those lists at uni, and the bed resembled that of my uni room]
      Strangely, my dad tells me not to worry about the 'rerun thing', which makes no sense but I know he's referring to the Ant and Luke situation (not that this makes it any more understandable) and asks me how much he should pay the hotel for the damage to this note. I realise everyone thinks I crumpled it by masturbating on the bed, of which I'm 100% innocent, but I'm too embarrassed to mention it, especially in front of my sister. Instead, I go along with it and tell him to pay £100.

      Updated 03-31-2012 at 07:38 PM by 52203

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
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