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I am in a large building, a mall. It seems to have two primary sections that consists of a tower like structure including a parking cellar. Between the two tower sections is an elongated section of one or two stories, there are cafés and similar non-hard-goods shops. It is dark, there are a lot of people around that I know. We are there for the bar environment – it is as if it has a clubbing space inside one of the towers towards the ground floor. I am slightly on edge, flaky and restless – though not in a debilitating or severe way. The affective state I think is a result of me being confused about the interior of the building I am having a hard time finding my way about.

In the clubbing area there is a mixture of objects, some that seem to create a square or night-time-economy like feel, like outdoor lamps, signs tables and chairs. But there are also couches and fabric based furniture. There is a dim, but warm light surrounding the place, though the outside bar I am headed towards seem to be illuminated more intensely than the rest of the place. Kaiser is at the bar, I think he is waiting for his father to arrive. I go to sit down.

There are a few instances that occur, though I know not the temporal order.

The first is a reminder that I will have to get out cash, specifically pounds, as it will be easier to pay in the bars and shops if I have maybe 20-30 quid.

I am walking about in the overall mall structure – aware of the two towers layout – but I am confused as to where to go. I seem to find a lot of hallways meant to be behind the shop facades.

I am on the top of one of the towers. The light is grey, dusk. I am on a circular parking lot. There is a huge swing door providing entry to the mall, though it also seems like it is for the cars parked there.

I am walking around the circular lot. There are a lot of ethnic minorities – young people – walking about. They are wearing loose clothing, sweat pants and hoodies and generally seem to come across like gang related individuals. I feel anxious, on edge – constantly monitoring my surroundings to check if they will be attacking or approaching me – paranoid. I keep walking around and I start seeing people looking at me. In particular I remember two people wlking from the peripheral ring towards the centre of the tower, they glance at me and they seem intent on me as well.

Then a car come driving in – it is a light blue, almost turqoise or maybe that is the colour of the parked car, maybe both of them are this colour – and it rams into the side of a parked car. From my perspective there is no doubt it is deliberate. The driver gets out and approach the parked car's owner. I don't see a lot more. I turn around, anxious to get away, I start making my way around the lot towards the swing door entry. As I am making my way around I notice some obstructive structures, like spokes between the centre and the peripheral. As I am walking I notice that by now all the people are looking at me and walking towards me at a slow, but steady pace. And so I speed up and make my way inside.
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When inside the dream shift theme. I am now in a dorm, a row of beds standing on both sides of the room. It is rather bright and everything in the room is pretty much white. I get the sense I am on like the top floor of the building. In the other beds there are people I know, from my high-school class in particular, but maybe also others from primary school.

Looking up to my left towards the door of the room I see Kirsten Busk enter the room. She looks about smiling asking what we are doing, and I sense she is keen to get moving.

“We are tensing off” – as you would following a yoga session, I say. A woman, next to Anne, turns her head and nods to me and indicate that it was a clever remark.

I am lying next to Anne Tøtrup. She is trying to kiss me, yet I miss the cue and when I try to revive it she is non-compliant. It is a playful encounter, mirroring the general atmosphere and my affective state. Young, free and uncaring – and a tad rebellious against the teachers who are there to make sure we have a safe field trip.

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There is a skip and in the next room there is a similar set-up to the one just described. Except there is less white, more oakish dark colours as well as light tree. I enter the room and head towards the end of it where the beds are no longer separate but conjoined, which gives them a longer resting area to lie on. On the bed there is a light blue and white striped mattress running the entire length of the bed.
There is a guy with me – he seems dependent on me, or following me to some extent – and I say: “Well we might as well head towards the back, it seemed to work well the last time” in reference to the previously described aspect of the dream. And so I start working my way back.

On the way there I stop up and I see Esther van Santen get in one of the beds. I stop to think to myself “That is Esther” and at the edge of my consciousness I am ware that she is dead.
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There is a brief session of running parcour, or more specifically I am looking for ways to do it – thinking I am awake. In the end I am at a rectangular exit/window at one of the towers, there is no door or glass in it. I close my eyes and expect to start soaring, feeling anxious.

Dream - Lucid

I fell asleep, and knew I was dreaming almost immediately after entering the dream. It felt unstable and dim, as if I was only very lightly asleep. My mom and brother were there in the house as well.

I wanted to get out of the house. I tried to phase through some things to do so, like the ceiling and the door, but all were solid, and I couldn't get through no matter how hard I intended to (this is something I've done successfully many times in the past; I don't usually have this much trouble phasing through things). I decided to try to phase through a window instead. I went up to it, and slammed my body into it. I didn't phase through, but the window fell out, leaving me an opening. Woohoo! I went outside.

I was then walking down the road outside my house on a sunny day. My mom and my brother were there too, I think walking a bit in front of me. I, of course, had to fly. I got a running start, hoping this wouldn't turn out like earlier when I was trying to phase through things and having no success. I took off into the air, and was flying! I looked down and saw my mom and brother walking on the road. I was up over my neighborhood, flying over roofs and beautiful green treetops that were starting to turn with the seasons.

I was then starting to slowly lose height. I tried to think myself back up higher, but it was proving to be difficult. I finally gained a bit more height back, but it wasn't where I wanted to be; I wanted to fly as high as the highest treetops! I kept trying to think myself up there, but I couldn't get any higher than I was. Besides, I was starting to sink again.

I then briefly thought about myself being so high up, I could see the curve of the Earth; almost up in space! I thought I shouldn't be afraid of this height, because I'm dreaming, and I can't get hurt.

I then remember being outside someone's house. I decided I wanted to go in and explore. But first, I really needed to RC and make sure I wasn't awake (as if flying wasn't enough). I checked my hand, and I had 5 very short, stubby fingers, which then enlongated a bit, and I had 6. Yeah, definitely a dream.

I decided to try to phase through into the house. Of course, this wasn't working out too well. I finally got frustrated enough to where I finally phased through, and everything turned black with lots of purple flecks overlaying my vision (a common thing for me to see with my eyes closed anyway IWL). I also felt a very interesting sensation when I phased through, one I can't ever recall feeling before when phasing through things. As soon as I stepped into the door and things went black, I felt this warmth overlaying my body, like a soft, comfy, warm blanket being draped over me. I've felt that when meditating before, but never in dreams.

Spoiler for Explicit content:

I was then in a room that looked similar to my grandparents' old, old house, with this tall chair in the middle of it. I sat on the chair, and for some reason, started to grind on it? I then had an intense orgasm, and woke up.

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I was in my room, and so were Blake and my dad. My dad was sitting on my bed by my chest of drawers, and I was standing by my mirror on top of my dresser. I was changing clothes for some reason. I told my brother and dad to close their eyes. I then felt that I wasn't wearing a bra. Weird. I took my shirt off, and put on a light blue bra. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and it almost looked like I still wasn't wearing a bra, but it was just extremely light blue. I felt kinda weird, but I trusted that they weren't looking. I then said
"Well I guess you can open your eyes now," before I put a shirt on.
Eh, whatever. They're my family, I doubt they'll look anyway.

My dad then said something, and I turned around. He had opened up my second drawer in my chest of drawers, and apparently, I had Barbie dolls in there? He was brushing the naked Barbie's blonde hair with a toy brush. I also noticed the top drawer was slightly opened. It had ashes in it from my pipe. I figured if he saw it, he wouldn't really care much, so I stopped worrying about it. He then said something inappropriate about the Barbie, about how he put it back in there.

I was then looking through one of the windows by the front door, and I saw these flyers, one with Blake's picture on it, and one with mine. It looked as if I was sitting with some friends in an auditorium, and my hair was shorter, like it was when I was younger. I got excited, because we had tried out for something, and we had made it! I called for Blake to come and look.

We then stepped outside to read the flyers as well. There were two lists posted. I saw Blake's name on the first one, and pointed it out to him. He was doing some technical work for a play or some kind of show. I then looked at the other one, and replacing the picture of me from earlier, was a picture of me naked from the shoulders down. What. The. Fuck. Who got this naked picture of me? Where? WHY?!? I was baffled, confused, and insulted. The picture then started to move, and it changed its angle to being from the bottom, showing my butt and my vag as I walked. Wow. Privacy=violated.

At any rate, I had made it into the same play or show Blake was doing the technical work for.

I'm in my room on the 5th floor. The room has a light blue light.

I am at the entrance of the room looking. To my right I have my bed, and to my left there´s a sofa, the sofa is like a kind of bed.
There lays three or four people, including A.

The other person is a woman who does not have more than 18 years old. It has medium brown skin and long black hair.

She has a nice body.

I start flirting with her and A laughs in approval.

I read a book that appears next to me, and on the book there´s the word "Lulullu" and I know that this is her name.
I begin to kiss her and I touch her lips with the tip of my tongue, she loves that and gives me a french kiss...

Suddenly she takes the blanket off her and decides to come to bed. A smiles and leaves the room.

Lulullu is in bed with me, she´s reading a purple paper, and she tells me in russian: "We may as well stay here until 2 in the morning doing nothing, or we can see the effects of an explosive sexual penetration ..." and he laughs mischievously for me.