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    1. TOTM advanced ii - lucid 2017 DJ #8 LD #3

      by , 01-10-2017 at 10:26 PM (Journeys through Spacetime)
      Apparently, the queen is moving next door. And her estate.
      I check next door, and a huge beautiful estate is there dreamily. I stare in absolute awe. I some how 'zoom in' and I am in the queen's bedroom. The queen mother and father lie there. The king is about to die. He hands the queen a red battered book, and dies. The queen mother looks like the 50 year old queen, but the queen herself looks 90. The queen mother gets out and proclaims, 'I shall never despair! I am the Queen Mother!'


      WBTB

      I am moving to New Zealand, and my home is being emptied.
      I reach the airport, and there is a grey alien spaceship. I ask myself, 'What am I doing?" I become lucid after approx 5 reality checks. I remember the other tasks, but the dream is too fragile. I touch the ground to attempt to increase vividness, but to not much effect. I see the spaceship, and remember advanced ii and hop on. The interior is like a passenger planes, but the ceiling is glass and see-through. The seats are a vanilla colour, and the controls look relatively easy. I fly it, encountering a few obstacles, which I MAY type up. I land easily, and I am in New Zealand. Out of sheer exhaustion, I vizualize losing lucidity.

      Updated 01-11-2017 at 12:39 AM by 91855

      Categories
      lucid , memorable , task of the month
    2. Black elephant

      by
      gab
      , 10-04-2016 at 05:21 PM (Turquoise Dreams)
      Last night bed at 8:30 or close to 9pm. I'm off today, but I got sleepy and I want to keep my sleep schedule anyway, so I can WILD in the morning.

      Had this dream before 1am

      I'm in New Zealand. Something like an exchange student, only I'm not a student. But I'm in a family I don't know. The woman is getting me things, showing me rooms. It's a long and detailed dream, but don't remember much except this:

      They take me to a large room to meet the elephant. The animal is huge. All black with short, shiny hair. Kinda like beaver hair, just a bit longer. Very dense, black, shiny. I'm standing in front of him and I am a bit sad for him. I'm thinking how I always wanted to touch and elephant's trunk, when he starts moving his trunk to me and he touches my hand with the tip of it. I feel that he is old and smart and I appreciate his touch.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    3. New Zealand

      by , 04-02-2015 at 08:48 PM
      This dream happened about 2 weeks ago. I was in a grassy field in New Zealand. The weather was around 55 degrees outside. The archangel Michael was there, at the time I didn't know he was Michael, he was unnamed. I saw some houses and planned on knocking on the door to see if I could sleep there. Then I said to Mike, I could sleep in this field. He said the weather was always chilly-warm and rainy.

      Then we were at a college of science and I thought I was in the future going to school there. There were a bunch of people and I talked to the guy, and asked him if he knew of any martial arts schools in New Zealand. I was carrying a black belt that was in a bag. He said yes it's run by a guy named Mike (that's how I knew he was Michael). He was carrying a sword. I told him, I'm in the future, I'm not really a black belt, I'm a green belt. I believe that it really was my future.

      Then I was outside and a guy came up to me to attack me, and I gave him my phone so he wouldn't attack me. Then some friends were near me and they ran after the guy to get my phone back. This represents the friendly people in New Zealand that will help me when I move there. Then Mike ran after the guy and stuck him to get my phone back, and I went up to the attacker and started to do a side kick, which woke me up.

      This dream changed my life. It was a vision of the future. I plan on visiting New Zealand relatively soon with my boyfriend, and moving there in 5 years. God gave me this dream to show me where he wanted me to live, and to give me a great future. New Zealand is unique and it's where I'm destined to live. It was accurate to what the weather there really is, I found out, and I can't wait to be there. It wasn't a lucid dream, and it wasn't meant to be. If I knew it was a dream its power would have been stripped and it wouldn't have changed me as much as it did.
    4. New Cameron

      by , 07-01-2014 at 04:21 AM (Fennecgirl's Collection of Dreams)
      Hey guys, I still exist! I meant to write this dream down in the morning, but whatever. Better late than never, right?

      The dream I remember best from last night took place in an airport. I'd arrived at an airport where I had to change planes to catch a flight back home. When I asked about catching my next flight, I was informed that the plane I needed to board next would be at an airport in New Cameron. I asked where that was, and the guy I asked showed it to me on a map - I was on that biggest main island of New Zealand, and New Cameron was a small island not too far off the mainland. I asked him how long it would take me to get from the airport to New Cameron, and he told me it would take about an hour, which was bad news for me because I had to board that flight in half an hour. I started desperately wondering if I could manage to get a different flight back home from the airport where I currently was and thought I'd have to call my parents and let them know I'd be coming home on a different flight.

      I woke up and, out of curiosity, went online to look up New Cameron to see if it was a real place and found out that it does exist but not in the same exact location as in the dream - then I woke up and realized that I'd only looked it up in another dream.

      I fell asleep again, and, in the next dream, I was a Pikachu with a human form, and I had to find books in an old library about using electric-type attacks. I don't remember that dream very well.

      After that dream, I woke up for real, told my mom about the New Cameron dream, and went online to look up (for real this time) if New Cameron was an actual place in New Zealand. Turns out (unsurprisingly) it isn't; the closest I could find was a New Cameron Street in Australia.
    5. Teacher's Pet

      by , 03-03-2013 at 09:56 PM (Cinder's Dreams Gallery)
      I have been having a hard time recalling dreams, but this one shocked me, it was a semi-nightmare, I suppose. Now that I recalled it, it is pretty stupid now.

      I'm in the computer class, and the teacher was being butthurt about me not handing it the first assignment from the last term (which doesn't exist IRL by the way) and was getting on my case all the time. For some reasons everyone in the room were from my previous school, but the room itself is something I have never seen before, and the teacher is a New Zealander who speak Thai with perfect fluency. I got him a paper and asked him to get the topic for me, but he started writing up a transfer note (AKA kicking me out of class) instead. I was distressed by this and started sobbing and bowing at his feet while he acted like a smug bitch about it. Then I woke up.
    6. Saw a Friend in Walmart, Visited an Old Holiday Spot

      by , 02-08-2013 at 04:34 PM (David's Dream Journal)
      I had lots of short dreams, some were clearer than others. This is what I remember clearly.

      I was at my local Walmart and saw Nick, a childhood friend but he didn't notice me. He was near the entrance and just looking past me, not directly at me, with a confused kind of look on his face. He also had a wild beard which was strange.

      The next part I remember is standing outside a holiday home we used to stay in at a place called Moana in New Zealand. It was a sunny day and I was talking with my family, enjoying the mountains around me. The mountains were slightly different though; there were more of them and the layout was a bit different.
    7. mum, ocean and my ex

      by , 12-19-2012 at 07:47 PM
      There was a long series of dreams but from what point I remember it from, i'm in a red sports car (not very popular or attractive looking but it can drive fast) with my mum and there is an old lady driving the car. She was blonde and she was at the age where her hair can still be colored and she still isn't extremely old that she can't do much. She was driving the car and she was a speed demon. We were going downhill and were a good distance behind the car infront of us and she accelerates as fast as she can to make the car infront of us get scared and drive faster. Somehow, me and my mum end up driving on a beach in a school bus. She is driving and shes driving on a slanted hill. I tell her the center of gravity isn't right for what angle the bus is at and that we might flip. My mum and I are in the waves and this is a beach from back at my hometown (New Zealand) I was being pulled out rapidly and my mum grabbed onto me to save me from being pulled out into the sea and being drowned. My mum is gone and I am being aimlessly swayed by the waves (recurring dream). Waves are coming from the normal direction of the sea, but they are also coming at me from the land. So the waves were crashing into me from opposite directions. After this happens, I end up being on the beach and I see my ex girlfriend Blair. (I still really miss her in real life, and still have feeling for her. We don't talk anymore and, ive always wanted to start talking to her again). At this point I become aware of what i'm doing but im not necessarily lucid. I go looking for her because she dissappeared from the sprawl of people on the beach. I go more inland and reach into the bottem of my endless bag I usually have in my dreams but failed to find her in there. I find a house that is more like a cave with a door. I knock at the door. The door is really short and I have to crouch to look in. A cute woman greets me and we had a very simple conversation although I couldnt remember it. I am then woken up from my grandma.

      -frag
      Im in this temple thingy. I remember having sex multiple times with this girl i know from my highschool in real life.
    8. Trek

      by , 10-29-2012 at 04:52 AM (Cinder's Dreams Gallery)
      A dream fragment. I remembered more but I didn't write them in. I forgot to recall.

      I've prepared food and other essentials for a trek through Mataki, in New Zealand. IRL I went here to the Mataki Lodge (my school's property) once last month. For some reasons I have to do the walk again and I'm going with the same teacher who led my group, except that this it's just me and him. I walk out of the Lodge and he was waiting for me. I really don't want to do the walk so I'm quite relieved when I woke up.

      Spoiler for Additional Details that would only make sense to me:

      Updated 10-29-2012 at 04:54 AM by 50816

      Categories
      dream fragment , non-lucid
    9. Investigating in a school, spotting Link, Tea in New Zealand, and reading my dream records.

      by , 05-24-2012 at 12:27 AM (My Dream Records)
      Black means non lucid
      Orange means semi lucid
      Blue means lucid
      Red means dreamcharacters talking
      Purple means possible shared dreaming person
      Green means notes


      Got it? Great! Now enjoy reading my dreams.



      Dream #1 School investigation, and spotting Link.


      Im walking with two beautiful ladies. One is a black chic with long curly black hair and looks like Janet Jackson. The other is a white chic who reminds me of Julia Roberts. We are walking down a hall talking about investigating the school, because someone here is not doing there job correctly or something like that. I walk past a guy who looked just like Link, He was talking to this asian chic, and this black chic. Link had a blackpack on, and he was wearing some black pants, with some black and white sneakers, and a white shirt with buttons. His hair was cut, and he seemed to be telling them jokes about something.

      He had a very calm personality, and seem to be quite popular with a few people he left the class with. The women i was with were telling me that we have to find the teacher who is not doing his job right. I follow the women and the dream suddenly shifts.



      False Awakening.


      Im asleep in my 2nd house, and wake up from my chair and fix me something to eat. I decided i had a taste for some fried fish with a mango salad so i started to fix that. I suddenly feel like i am not supposed to be eating because it feels late?
      I question this a bit, and start looking for a clock. I hear my celphone alarm and wake up from the dream.




      5:30 - 5:50 am. Did plenty of subconscious training, and plenty of reality checks with my totem.




      Dream #2 Tea In New Zealand, and discussing dreams with a lady.

      Spoiler for Theme Of The Dream:



      Im walking with a lovely looking Aussie, who is showing me around her neighborhood. She looks to be in her early 30's, had curly reddish hair, she wore bergundy blouse, and black pants with tan open toe sandals. She invites me in to her home, and we sit down and talk about dreams. She heads to the kitchen table, and asks me...

      "Is it possible for us to meet again soon? I would love for you to meet my nephew, he is really interested in dreams."

      "Certainly."

      She comes back to the living room with two tea cups on a tray. She turns on the radio, and that song from the spoiler bar is playing.

      "I can rememeber playing this song when i was a little girl, and falling asleep to it."

      "Well i must admit, it is a very relaxing song.

      I sip my tea and we start talking about dreams, and being able to share dreams with other people. I mention to her has she ever used a totem before, and she says...

      "You see this necklace? I have my husbands initials imprinted on it. He died years ago."

      "Im sorry for your lost."

      She tells me that she uses that necklace as a totem. I reach in my pocket and grab my hawk coin totem. I show it to her, and explain to her how i became lucid in many of my dreams.

      "We seem to share a common interest in dreams."

      (She chuckles)

      "Goodness i know. Im glad you are here, you are such a nice guy."

      " Thank you. You are a very lovely woman yourself."

      We exchange smiles and we start arranging a meeting again with one another. and the dream fades and i wake up.



      Final dream Frag. Looking thru my dream records.

      Im in my current home looking thru my dream records, and writing notes down in my file.
      Thats all i can remember.
    10. Wood as a Recording Medium?

      by , 04-03-2012 at 10:10 PM (Ultra-Rad Dreamage Supreme)
      This dream started off with me walking through a shopping mall. As I was just strolling along, a girl standing out in front of a store walked up to me and said she needed my help. She was about my height, my age, had dirty blonde hair just below her shoulders and a slight New Zealand accent (which was totally hot).

      She was trying to explain her dilemma to me, not in a frantic manner, but rather cool and composed. It wasn't making sense to me for some reason, so I ended up telling her to just take me to the problem so I could see it for myself.

      We walked out into the parking lot and there was an airport shuttle van waiting there by the curb. I jokingly asked, "You're not going to kidnap me and rape me, are you?" She laughed and said "I like that, but no." (Liked the joke, not raping people haha) I appreciate a dark sense of humor here and there.

      We arrived at a dilapidated old building surrounded by a chain link vence. The vence had a wooden or tarp screen on the inside of it so you could not look beyond it. As we walked into the gate, the area opened up into a messy junkyard. Old rusted cars, discarded appliances, it was all there. For some reason I specifically remember seeing a green 90's Subaru Forester.

      We came to a dimly lit room where there were wide wooden planks running across one of the walls. The planks had markings and notches etched into them. The girl went up to them and ran a dry washcloth across the wood and music started to play! Right out of the wood! It was an electronic-indie type song... Which was ok... but the cool thing was that this chick somehow managed to record music directly onto wood. No speakers, nothing; You somehow plugged the microphones into the planks (I didn't get a look at the interface between the mics and planks), recorded, and just ran the cloth over the planks and the song would play.

      I was completely amazed and immediately started asking questions. Apparently she played all the instruments herself, recorded and mixed the entire thing. I grabbed the cloth and ran my hand across the etchings. The sound of the cloth sliding across the wood made the song sound like it had a phaser/flanger effect on it.

      I was in love. If there's one characteristic I find more attractive than anything, it's intelligence (humble intelligence at that). Smart, kind, gorgeous, New Zealand accent, inventing new recording mediums that defy the laws of physics, sign me up. Dammit dreams, why do you tease me!!

      I suddenly remembered that I had come here to help her out with something. She told me she actually didn't need help with anything, she just wanted to show her crazy "wood recording" to someone who would appreciate it. Radical.
    11. 30 Jan: Fight the Jaguar & 1st encounter with my DG

      by , 01-31-2011 at 06:13 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

      23:00

      The Jaguar from the Shadows
      There’s a legendary monster terrorizing people. It is a large muscled black panther or jaguar that moves in the dark and in the shadows. Old legends tell that an army of samurai fought this monster and sent him away from this world, but he is back from the dark place where it was exiled for centuries. He attacks a city and kills every being who gets in his way. I have a brief contact with the beast, when our shadows cross and I feel like I’m being slashed by his claws. I realize on that moment that I might get a chance to win a fight with him, if only I stay away from his shadow or keep my shadow away from him. I find an axe and by trying to stay under direct light, making no shadow, I fight him but I only cause him minor injuries. After a tiring confrontation, the jaguar disappears as a dark smoke to unknown place. Later I am working on an underground lab with a team, on ways to fight this beast. Some cocky guy comes in offering his help, but because I didn’t like his attitude I sent him away and get back to work. He comes back later, with a different body, a bit looked like Matthew McConaughey. At first I don't recognize him but once he starts talking I realize it's the same guy. I wonder who he is and why he is being so persistent, so I let him stay this time. I was interviewing a bunch of guys anyway, to join the team, so I decide to give him a try. I send him down to the lower level, where some colleagues are running some experiment which demanded opening a tunnel to an underground system we think might be the hidden den of the beast. I tell him the door is jammed and I want him to go help close it. By then we were not so worried, because it was not expected to be dangerous as we had a good surveillance system and the tunnels were apparently safe at the moment. But once he gets there, they are surprised by the sudden invasion of the black panther, coming again as a black smoke and materializing once inside the premises. I hear the screams and see a distress signal blinking, so I go check it out. When I get down there it’s all damn quiet, lights flickering, I realize something got wrong. I hide and I see the jaguar passing by, accompanied by a sorcerer. I don’t know this lower level so well, but I find some abandoned room where I hide. Inside it I find an old crazy lady who apparently sleeps there. I first feel I should get out of there because she might start talking and giving our location away, but instead she makes a sign to take cover and she saves me, by hiding me when the sorcerer comes by. She shoos the sorcerer away by pretending to be both obnoxious and harmless. Then the guy who changes bodies comes by and takes me out of there. I thank the lady.

      1:00

      Snoring guy
      I think I wake up because someone is snoring really loud by my side. I wake up in a bed with some guy by my side. I am confused. Did I go to bed with some guy and don’t recall it? I try to see his face, but I’m scared of what I’ll find out. I finally see his face and I have no idea who he is. But we happen to be sharing a bed in a unfamiliar room to me. I feel tired so I just want to sleep and forget about it. I put my earplugs I find over the bedside table, but somehow it is not making any difference. I still hear the snoring and I can’t rest. I push the guy and wake him up. He says “What!?” and I complain he is snoring (let alone “who the fuck are you?”). He says it is not him and in fact I still hear snoring although he is awake. He shows me a guy sleeping on the floor, it is my friend Belchior and he is the one snoring. He says he came in late night, had no place to sleep and asked if he could crash in the dorm. Oh, so it’s a dorm. Belchior also wakes up, we say hi and he says he is sorry for dropping by like that, but he brought along a TV that we can use (and he points to the TV) as a compensation. This is getting boring so I then really wake up and realize it is my BF who is snoring out loud by my side on the bed.

      3:00

      New Zealand, Nepal, Japan and bullies
      Falling asleep I got stuck on some hypnagogic imagery of giant waves hitting some scarps followed by a large group of mountains covered in green grass. I have a certainty that it is in New Zealand. I get into a dream from here. I am climbing those scarps, for sports I guess, but soon the waves are getting higher and higher and me and other people are really running up the scarps to escape them. We reach some small plateau where we find some nice hostel. By then we are in Nepal. I see prayer flags hanging near the front door. We are tired and hungry and we go inside. We find the place lovely. I start taking pictures, but some lady guests there don’t want to be on the picture and they complain, so I have to stop. I sit outside in a terrace with my climber friends. We are eating boiled eggs. There’s a girl in the group who is very pretty and she is blind. The waiter who is serving us is mentally challenged and I guess he feels empathy with this girl because of her disability and he digs her completely. So much that he is only serving her and obsessively asking if she wants something else. There are other costumers waiting to be served and he is ignoring them. We find it cute and amusing, but the girl is totally pissed off. She wants him to leave her alone. He only goes away when his boss scolds him from behind the counter. The girl then leaves and we accompany her to a place nearby where she is going to meet her actual BF. We think he is a bit of a jerk, but she seems to like him. The streets we walk are clearly in some Eastern country, like China or Japan. Once we leave her with her BF we come back to our table, but we still catch a glimpse of them making out inside the shop or studio where he works.
      Back on my sit, I’m carefully taking the shell of an egg and I put it on the plate for a second to look to the side because of something we’re talking about. A group of people is passing by the side of our table and some bully takes my egg and eats it. I feel irritated with his attitude and I get up to confront him. He looks oriental and he is brown belt in karate or something similar. He is not a big guy and somehow I don’t feel so intimidated, but I’m aware he might be able to kick my ass quite a bit. Also there are other bigger guys in the group who are also martial arts practitioners – they are wearing their uniforms. I don’t care, I stand for justice. I tell him what he did was really wrong and ask him to say he’s sorry. Of course he is not and he couldn’t care less about my feelings. Then I get a blow in the head and when i get to turn I see the taller guy trying to play cool, like he didn’t do anything. This really annoys me. I call them cowards and childish and I get ready to fight them, but they don’t seem to want to fight me, just bully me. I give up and I tell “I just want to tell you to drop dead, but because I’m much more civilized than that, I instead wish you all the best for your life and have a good day!”. And I really felt it, from the bottom of my heart. There were some ladies accompanying them and they smiled very impressed that I had been classy and mocked them for having been taught a lesson of good manners.


      Whalers
      I become half-lucid and as I turn my back on them I face a park. It has a beautiful hedged garden and I try to fly over it, but it doesn’t work. So I walk up a hill by the side of the garden. On top of the hill I watch night falling and a sea bay with boats floating. The sea is getting very revolted and the boats are being violently shaken. I am then on the quay where other people are to, watching the boats in the storm. I ask if they’ll be ok and I’m told they are used to it and are not in distress. Actually they tell me they are working right now. They are whalers and are catching whales on the bay right now. I then see it, they are trapping and killing some small species of whales. I don’t want to see it, so I run from this bay, but find myself inside a building from which I can’t get out, with a large panoramic window over the bay. They are slaughtering the whales and I scream “Murderers!!!”. Two ladies who are tourists there and are also not enjoying the “show”, look at me like saying “well, it’s their custom, we can’t judge them”. I realise they wouldn’t understand my point. I’m vegetarian and I suffer with the killing of any animal, but in my own country people slaughter millions of animals and I don’t go around the streets calling them murderers, so why should I do it here? I decide to just leave after saying some prayers for the whales. But then I’m told the only way out is to go through two boats stopped on the quay. My friends from the hostel are also around and also want to get out of there, so we all go over the deck of the boats. But when we’re on the second one, it starts moving. We freak out, afraid it might go whaling and takes along. That would be too much! My friends turn to me “Now what!?” I don’t know, so I wake up.

      5:40

      Comet or asteroid
      There’s something in the sky heading towards Earth, like a comet or an asteroid. It’s clearly visible in the sky and people are feeling desperate. I get the clear feeling “I’m going to die soon” and although it doesn’t totally freak me out, I still feel a bit uncomfortable with the idea. I’m with my BF looking at it and he asks me “Didn’t you had some friends or knew someone who knew about this? Don’t they have a plan? Can’t you talk to them? Aren’t some aliens coming to save us?” I find it funny that all of sudden all the conspiracy theories are no longer looking silly to him. But I tell him no, there is no one to save us and no plan B. We have to accept it. I feel at peace. Then, on that very moment, the asteroid or comet makes an abrupt 45º change in course, drawing a V in the sky and moving away from our planet, like it had bounced on something.

      6:30

      Save the children
      ... Passing by some kindergarten. Stop to look at a shelf full of figurines. I like particularly two dolls, of a male and female twins. Then the real versions of the figurines appear behind me and ask me if I’m enjoying the dolls. I ask if those are doll versions of themselves and they confirm, amused. They have a bunch of them.
      ... I am half-lucid and for some reason I get involved in a fight. Some guys with pitchforks and clubs come inside this building and I am trying to protect the people there, specially the kids, so I fight for them. I get some improvised weapons made of strong sticking out wires. I mostly knock them out and get their weapons, but try not to kill anyone. In the end only a lady is left standing and she wants the kids to commit suicide. Because they ignore her, she threatens to kill them. Of course I won’t let that happen. I never understood what this was about.

      First encounter with my Dream Guide
      I am now fully lucid. I go outside by climbing some stairs to a door, through which the attackers came inside. I decide to call my Dream Guide again, hoping to be more successful this time. I rise up in the air, hoping that in the sky I won’t be bothered by DCs, but two guys come after me, one flying and the other becoming gigantic to reach me. They nail me down on the floor, but I decide I won’t fight or get distracted. I keep focused on my goal. They hold me down but I look into the blue and white clouded sky and I make an appeal to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas to designate a dream guide for me! Then a beautiful girl comes in my rescue, riding some kind of hover-bike. She is Japanese-looking, dressed in a white leather-like biker outfit with some red stripes in the front. She has a cute round face and a cute short white hair. She gets out from her sky-bike and picks the guys up as if they were feathers and throws them far away until they simply vanish in the distance. When she does this, red stripes of hair appear in her head and her outfit turns into red with white stripes in the front, so the opposite of before. It’s like her wrathful version coming out. I thank her and I ask for her name but she makes a sign like she wants me to shut up and not ask any questions. She never said a word. She just picked me up and took me across the dream as if it was just an hologram. She leaves me inside some place, like some cruise spaceship. It is definitely Japanese populated. I see japanese kids gathered in some kind of dinner to my left, then some tofu restaurant to my right and I keep walking through this deck-like place and I find a weird sado-maso role playing place that is becoming quite oppressive and unpleasant. I wonder why my DG took me here and why did she disappear so quickly. What did she mean? The dream is closing in, I feel uncomfortable. So I remember the ease with which she pulled me through a dream to another without the need for walls, portals, whatever. Then I thought maybe what she was trying to tell me was to stop being addicted to artifices: I have been able to get out of dreams just by wanting, so what's keeping me from doing it all the time. "Just get out!" So I did! I crossed this dream as if it was just an hologram hovering in front of me.

      7:30

      Updated 01-31-2011 at 06:30 PM by 34880 (add some title)

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , memorable
    12. New Zealand

      by
      kim
      , 07-13-2010 at 06:41 AM
      I'll start off by mentioning how I slept last night with pen and paper by my side, in hope that I would write down keywords of my dreams throughout the night. But instead of doing this, I dreamt that I wrote keywords down, haha. Typical

      So, I was in New Zealand with some random people. AK was there and she kept leaving the shed unlocked because it no longer contained things that were of value to her. In there was just my clothes and stuff. She'd taken out her photography equipment.

      Outside of this shed, we were in a group of about 10, and walked on a path around this grass courtyard thingy that had some large machine-looking apparatus that was either a furnace or a rocketship.
      The boots I was wearing were made of a thin, black, fake leather and they were too big for me. So I was looking around for a peg to secure them, otherwise they would've just fallen down. Luckily the place our group walked towards had a clothesline with several blue pegs on it. There were a few different types and some were broken. I chose the best one and secured the boots.

      SJ was in my group. She commented on my boots, although I recall not what she said.

      So after walking around the grass courtyard and arriving at the place where the clothesline with pegs was, we were about to go to some next stage.
      There were security guards preventing us though.

      Then the guards stamped us one by one on our hands as to give us permission to go. They used the Bunnings (some large hardware store company) stamp that I have in my room IRL.
      They had stamped my left hand but it was in a slightly inconspicuous position, so I got them to stamp my right hand. They then wrote "pipe" on it too, because all of a sudden I was apparently carrying a flute of some sort in my left hand.
      Another girl they stamped decided to write "New Zealand, fuck yeah!" on her hand below the stamp.