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19.02.2011

Cash drop hour!! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was attending a class of something. It was probably a class about ESP or some sort of psychic stuff that I already archive and use on a daily basis, I cannot remember well.
The teacher was pretty eccentric and I was feeling bothered because the teacher was trying to teach me something she was well aware I already archived.

We went to some sort of beach with the entire class. The teacher told me how to do some kind of energy work, but I told her I knew well about it. While we were waiting for other students, a red parrot flew by me and turned into a dark red pigeon. It stopped by me and the teacher stared in amazement. I started to pet the pigeon and it started to purr like a cat. I was surprised of such situation and looked at the animal. It was a cat, a beautiful red skinned cat. It almost glowed. The cat was asking for love and purring very intensely.

Suddenly, I waked to a kiosk with a stage. A sat in the stage with a few random psychics that I do not know in waking life. One psychic told me to create a PSI Ball and throw it to one guy or gal in the public. I did. My PSI ball hitted a guy who woke abruptly from his chair and grabbed a can of coke. He drank the whole can in one gulp and died. I was surprised of what happened. Another psychic threw a PSI Ball to other gal in the crowd. She stood up and grabbed a can of Red Bull. She drank it in one gulp and died as well.

A third member of the crowd got hit by another PSI Ball, but before she could grab a can of a soda, I threw a bottle of water. She drank from it and did not die. I told the other psychics that sodas were not good. From here, we did some sort of manifestation against soft-drinks distributors.

I walked to my neighborhood and I saw a few DC (both adults and kids) picking up cash and stuff from the floor. I saw a small banner that said, "Cash drop hour. Next event at 2:45 PM" I figured that some rich people arrived to throw free money. I went upstairs, home, where I met with a random DC. We were watching some TV when she realized that more people was dropping cash. I ran and exited my building. I grabbed a $1,000 bill before it scape, but it had a white face, so it was fake. I focused on picking up as much cash as I could from the ground. However, I arrived late. I realized that at least I could pick up some cash. I had a few $10 bills and two $500 bills. I was happy because I could pay of some credit cards I have some balance left. I also had some credit vouchers from restaurants and some Magic the Gathering cards. I ran home and when I arrived to show the DC all I gathered, I had none. Both the DC and I ran downstairs and exited our home. We saw some people picking up stuff from the floor. The next cash drop event was going to take place in a street, but my friend did not want to go.

Suddenly, the dream rewinded itself to the beach. I realized I just been there, so I turned lucid. My level of lucidity was very low and I had little control over the dream and the plot guided me. I recalled the Cash drop hour and I wanted to be there first, so I decided to teleport there.

I arrived at my street and I saw a TV where they announced that several people was dying fast. I saw it was the kiosk where I was with those psychics. I felt sorry for them as I knew the solution, but I wanted to be there first so I could take some cash to the waking world.

I saw a few kids with a big stack of Magic the Gathering cards. One of them told me, "I got his amazing card. It is some awesome! I might throw it at the cash drop even to make it more interesting!" I asked the kid to show me the card. I replied, "It is just Liliana Vess. She is a nice planeswalker, but I got a few of those... she is work about $10... nothing to freak out" The kid showed me some useless cards and some other good, but not big dollar cards.

I wondered when the cash drop was going to start. I was not sure how long the dream was going to last and I wanted some cash. I asked to myself if I really could take any cash at all.

It was sunny and I wanted to do something, so I decided to draw a portal with my fingers like I did in the past, with no success... I did not focus really into the task as I wanted to wait for the cash drop thingy. I snapped my fingers twice in order to summon Dreamer, but I neither put a lot of effort, so it failed. I had no control on this dream and I was neither thinking straight. While I waited for the event to happen, I woke up.

My dream began at my ex's house, though I didn't recognize much of it. He was apologizing for getting me sick. People were walking through his room and leaving through the window, and I remember thinking how odd it was. I tiptoed on the border of lucidity, but I don't think I crossed over. Suddenly I found myself in another house...in someone's living room. It was O's place. It was night and he was sitting on this dark leather couch watching tv. I walked over and curled up next to him. It felt so natural, as if this was something we did every night. Sexy details omitted. We laid together on the couch, and I just remember feeling content and protected.



The dream changed and I was in a scene from a movie, still just barely on the border of lucidity. I watched as the main character from Ink spoke to someone in the street. He was standing outside his car, as though he had just been in an accident. He was speaking slowly and seemed very sad. Although he wasn't dead, the view kept focusing in on his nose. I remember making a comment to someone next to me that I couldn't get over the fact that he was wearing a false nose. I think I was speaking telepathically with Edge, although he wasn't really there with me.



The scene transformed again and the same man was flying at incredible speeds through space. The stars were leaving trails of light behind him. He had one fist out flying superman style, the other arm was also out in front of him. It moved backward as he put is hand forward and began collecting energy with his hand as he flew. He was summoning energy from all around him and I could see a cloud of glowing blue light, like lighting, forming in front of him. There was a tremendous amount of energy in that blue light. He was fighting something. I couldn't see what it was. It may have been his own shame. The cloud of energy exploded and the darkness of space was lit up like a supernova in every color. I could feel the light reflecting in my own eyes, and reverberating throughout my entire being. It was there. Knowing.

Suddenly his entire body became superimposed with grid lines, as did the universe around him. He fell and landed with an enormous thud into a world made up of grid lines, almost pieced together like legos. There was a soft glowing blue ambiance. He had transformed into a huge inorganic sort of being made of these grids and blocks. He was still fighting...something. But the whole time I just watched and contemplated the beauty of the scene. I remember thinking how amazing it was...lucid dreaming...and how difficult it was to help others who haven't experienced it to understand. I remember thinking that *I* had flown through space and collected that energy cloud...which burst into a supernova in space. I remember thinking how different it was to actually live the experience rather than merely imagine it. It was just so beautiful. I remember thinking that they'll never understand.