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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG
01:30 GMT

Hacking a secret society temple
On an underground cell. My dad is sitting on the floor, looking hopeless. My mom and BF are also there. I am there to save them, but right now I also focused on opening a kind of secret vault on the stone floor. There’s a tiny iron ring buried on the stone, but I manage to turn it and start a mechanism that opens the stone slab, exposing a hole on the floor with a box. I take out of it tiny metallic plates with tiny precious stones incrustations. They look like chips, not exactly jewels. People around me ask what it is. I seem to know exactly what it is but no time to explain. Then I also open a secret passage on the stone wall and tell everybody to go in. It is pitch dark and they hesitate but there’s someone coming and I tell them to hurry. I manage to close the passage door just behind us, but our captors saw us. In the dark we can more or less see some very old stairs carved in the rock that go up. I take the lead. The stairs are very imperfect and I warn people to be careful. I clear the way from the giant spider webs and finally see some light. The passage ends on some place with a loosely fit wall slab. I push it a bit to the side and it leads either directly to outside, where there’s a parking lot or to just behind a column on the main entrance. Some of us manage to go to parking lot, but soon appear some guards and we can’t go there anymore. So the last of us, including me and my BF, have to go to main entrance and try to mingle with the crowd. There’s a lot of people around, because this is some sort of big event of some secret society, so we split and try to pass undetected.
I end up in some oval room with amphitheatre seats around. Three guys in capes and hoods come inside and everybody bows to them. I do the same and sneak out of it very discretely, because once they start whatever they are about to start, I will get stuck there.
I pass into another room, bigger, and more elliptical. Some ceremony is taking place here, but there’s an area for observers – like a small amphitheatre on one of the sides of the elipse – and I see my BF sitting there. Because it is the perfect time to escape but he seems to have chosen to sit there till the end, I decide to go meet him to warn him we must go now. But then I can’t say a word, I can’t make any suspicious signs, because we’re surrounded by these people from this order or society and they are all sitting straight, looking to the front, not saying a word. Through very discrete signs I make him understand we should go immediately, but some girls sitting below us look back and notice something strange. They ask me all sorts of questions, which I dodge wonderfully, but one of them didn’t buy it. She knows I don’t belong. But she won’t make a scandal, she knows I’m trapped. I review in my head how many steps to the parking lot, where the car is and I feel the adrenalin rush. I know as soon as we get up, the girl will warn about my presence and guards will be after us, but I must escape, because I have the whatever-it-is-that-I-stole.

3:30 GMT

Lesson on LDs to dreamers
I enter a dream which I recognize as having had before waking up but didn’t recall then. It had to do with being in some classroom and it being invaded by wasps. First one, then two, then we are all trying to escape from them, cause an entire colony entered through a hole in the ceiling. As we go out and close the door, our teacher promises to go back and get our stuff for us. She gets some guys to go and when they come back they bring dolls. Each of us had a doll which is delivered to each seat on a new classroom where we shall continue our lesson (?).
Then on the new room, there’s a long table, with the dolls on and we seat, more like to have a meal than to have a class. All of this is absurd and I slowly get lucid. Then I start talking to the nearby colleagues – I don’t know any of them, a girl and two guys. I am looking at their faces which are very clear and don’t change even when I look away. I tell them about lucid dreams, that I am currently having one and that I think they are not DC’s but actual dreamers. They seem surprised but interested. They ask how do I know it is a dream and I sank my arm on the table. They find it so cool and try to do the same with no success. I explain they first have to believe it is a dream and teach them the nose pinch RC. I do it at the same time as the girl. I tell her I am feeling my RL body breathing very clearly but she tells me she can’t. But I tell “OK, yet you are breathing although you’re pinching nose.” Sometimes you don’t feel it right away. Then she says she is starting to feel it. She looks very focused, she smiles and... I wake up.

4:30 GMT

Ecovillage sanctuary
On some ecovillage on a remote area. It is somewhat closed and hidden from most eyes and it is kind of a sanctuary. I am listening to a lady with long hair who lives there and she explains that when the civilization collapses, everybody will turn to places like these and hope to be welcomed. But she says they can’t open their arms to everybody, so they’ll only be open to people who had previously a connection to them and contributed to their project, for example with donations. I find it a bit cold-blooded, but I totally understand and I start considering doing just that.

Celebration of mission acomplished
After a good succeeded mission (I guess the temple one?), I meet with some group of people from alternative underground movements I know. We’re all jammed into a very tight place, like a secret office bunker we have. It’s so crowded there we can hardly move, but we’re partying. I’m the hero of the day and get congratulated. But there’s some girl who is totally jealous of me and just wants to humiliate me, so she posted pictures of me on the wall. She says it’s in homage to me, but they are private, familiar stuff that wasn’t supposed to be exposed. On one I am totally fat with my belly showing (I wonder when that was???). She looks at me defying but I smile and go over it, totally not caring. We’re celebrating, so I hug her. She feels touched by my attitude and she looks embarrassed. She asks me sorry and ask if I believe she can change as a person. I tell her yes, she smiles and then she leaves. I sit and start writing on my DJ, once again forgetting to first wake up.

5:30 GMT

Guy looking for Celia
At home with my BF. Some guy knocks on the door and I open. He asks for Celia. I say she doesn’t live there. He doesn’t believe me and insists this is her house. I try to recall who she can be and tell him she did indeed live there before us, but now we’re the ones living there for more than a year. He still can’t believe it and gets really angry. He gets inside without permission and starts looking around. My BF does not believe his attitude, but I make a sign to chill. I tell the guy I will look in my contact book if I have her number, so he can talk to her and find where she lives now. But I don’t know her full name. He tells me she is Celia Silene. But as I do this, the guy is picking up some papers we left on the table and starts making innuendos that my BF’s signature does not match in different documents. I say “Sorry, and what are you insinuating with that?” He says he is not saying anything but I read in his mind he thinks we’re liars and somehow kidnapped her or worst. He sits on the sofa and will not move any time soon. I ask my BF to be patient as I go look for my agenda.
Our home is quite impressive, big, beautiful, stylish. Then I see we have a backdoor open and some people standing there. I am amazed at the house design – it is Japanese like, with a porch all around and sliding doors and we even have an altar full of golden Buddhas, turned to this backdoor. That is why some people are there. They look like Inuits. They are a couple with two girls. They are admiring the Buddhas and ask if they can come in, but I explain this is a private home, not a museum of some kind. Still, I tell them we will gladly welcome them there some other time as we have a “guest” in the living room that we have to deal with. I then cuddle the older girl’s head and she looks totally pissed off and gets away from me. I say I’m sorry and I wonder maybe it was just her teen attitude. Then I do the same to the youngest, but she also reacts badly and I feel stupid.

7:00 GMT

Mission:
I infiltrated some base with my sister. We had some shortcomings and fixed them. We also had a list of things to accomplish.

Thoughts: Unfortunately, I couldn't recall any more details of the base, the shortcomings and the things that we had to do

Napoleon's Tomb and Fish Sticks:
Far in the distance, there is a large building with a dome at its center. It was black and yellow all over with yellow being the dominant color. It's pretty much close to, if not the building that houses Napoleon's tomb in France. There are two chinese people(husband and wife) that are standing a far distance from this building and they were asking about breakfast, to who I have no idea. In the distance separating them from the building, there were large light brown fish sticks. They were like dominoes standing there and curving a bit towards the building from the left and right sides.

Mission:
I was on a mission to secure a specific type of airplane for my return journey home. The plane had to have small screens* in the back of each seat to get some good entertainment for the time to fly by. I made it to some building, possibly their HQ. It was circular inside. My dad tried to help him, but, he ended up messing the form and changing the food order instead. I think I saw what appeared to be the pilot and his assistant as I navigated the building. I think I did end up getting what I wanted. The plane was about to take off and we flew for a bit because of the bad conditions which included cloudy, very dark and a lot of rain. We then used pods which have seats for one person only to fly through some wormhole which was shaped similar to a spider web but the lines were curved like a circle instead of being in a cusp.
*See thoughts for more details

Thoughts: Interesting dreams and they seem to be incorporting elements of real life into them. I saw the building housing Napoleon's tomb that day or before and I was hoping that the plane I fly back home had those small screens since they do pass the time much faster. For those who don't know what I mean by that, there are some planes that have small screens in the back of each seat. They give you access to a lot of different types of movies to watch as well as some games, songs, etc.... and I find that they usually have great movies to watch such as iron man, spiderman 3, train your pet dragon, etc.... which I've watched on these planes.

Dream 1 - Mission Space

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream began in a mall-like situation. I was in a hallway, similar to the atrium of a mall, but the walls were much closer even though the ceiling was high up. I was walking towards an open box-like space in this mall 'hallway', with my sister and my father. The walls and floor were of a typical mall location: tile, slightly dirty from people walking on them all the time, with off-white walls.

That's when I saw the Mission Space sign to the left, just before the opening. It looked like the picture above, but at a smaller scale and less bold, as if the colors were less saturated, or paler. I didn't think anything unusual of this, even though the only Mission Space ride is at Disney World. The next instant, I eagerly asked my father if we could go on. He said sure, and so all three of us got into the single capsule (click here to see what it looks like in real life). It looked the same as that, except that the four seats inside the capsule were all closed off from one another, separated by a thin wall. So once I got inside, I couldn't see my father or sister. I paid no attention to how I managed to get inside, into the middle seat even though I couldn't recall the walls coming out or opening up to allow entry.

Then, the simulation started.

I recall it looking shockingly similar to the real thing, except that the screen in front of me looked like a slightly fuzzy television screen: one of those with the slightly convex screens with bits and pieces of static all over, and it was not as clear as it should have been. I even felt slight G-forces, or something similar to that, as the ride took off. On the screen, I saw the end of a straight roller coaster track, and then I felt the beginning of forces acting against me as the simulator began working. But soon enough, I felt the dream fading. I began to lose my sense of touch even though I was holding two handles on the sides of the ride, almost like a numbness, and my vision was getting dark. I suddenly realized that was is a dream, but unfortunately, it was too late. I resolved to DEILD as soon as I got back in bed.

Dream 2 - DEILD

Type: DEILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

It worked. I managed to think clearly enough of the inside of the capsule, where I was inside my last dream, as well as imagine the senses of touch, smell, and sight regarding the ride. I ended back up inside the ride. Now, I just had to get out of it. I panicked for a second, but then I summoned a big red emergency button. It looked like one of those glass ones, with very red coloring and a slight light emitting from it. I pressed it and the ride capsule opened, front-first. I got up and walked straight out of it, and I realized now that I could do anything I wanted. I shouted "yes, I DEILDed!" as I usually do and started running towards an exit door that I summoned. I could see, in the corner of my eyes, a couple DCs staring at me like I was a psychotic person, but I didn't stop to explain; I had precious time to spend in this dream. I turned a corner and I emerged out into a city-like area with a large brick building; tan bricks, some triangular roofs...

But then I woke up.

Morning of November 6, 1996. Wednesday.



I opened one of my journals randomly and noticed that it included the usual instance of precognition (of which I did not always record in detail as it was too common - in fact, there were days when it was almost continuous on a conscious level, but spontaneous and usually impersonal).

I have that November 6th (Wednesday) in 1996 was a “good day” but had recorded a strangely negative dream of being a homeless person; an “old drunk”, I think (which is about as far from my real nature as conceivably possible) of a completely different background (white Australian, I think), and being yelled at by a Korean woman from a nearby church mission. I do not understand what she is saying. I am mostly sleeping on the sidewalks in a larger city - not exactly sure where, perhaps Sydney. There was no reason for me to have dreamt this.

On the next day, Thursday, November 7, 1996 - I had gotten a completely unexpected missionary-type letter from a Korean church. We had not gotten any other letters of this nature and we had not been living there at that address that long. Normally, though, precognition of this particular nature unfolds within the same day, often an hour or two after waking. Similar events have happened often before throughout my life, sometimes involving me taking on the odd emotions and ideas of a letter or cassette tape I had not gotten yet and did not know was on its way. In one case, I actually found myself inexplicably yelling about something (I did not even seem to be “me” at all in mood) when I lived in Wisconsin and some of the exact phrases I used were on a cassette tape an adopted sister (A Snowbird, from California) sent me that I had no idea she recorded - from a disillusioned male (relating to Native American rights) talking who I did not even know and regarding some of the same detailed unusual events. Events like this have happened continuously throughout my life, both picking up on someone before I knew of them (even “unwillingly” projecting their mood), and some sort of remote viewing from an unknown consciousness that seemed a part of me - usually with exact details of an “already known memory” of what I could not have possibly known.