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    1. 3 Mar: Taking part in a revolution at a Latin American country

      by , 03-03-2021 at 02:21 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      At some Latin America country in the 1900s. I am friend of some people who want to start a revolution. They kill the prime minister. Then the counter-revolutionaries kill one of them. They fight back by attacking people at the burial of the vice-president and kill a few more government people. Some of them are also killed on the spot. The surviving dignitaries decide to bury all victims immediately on graves dug up at the cemetery, because they don't want this incident to be known. Meanwhile, I am in charge of taking my surviving friends to an orphanage, where they'll hide out. But on our way there, we are spotted and there is an attempted assassination of us all. Shots are fired, but no one dies. We get to the orphanage and we shut the doors and gates behind. We are expecting a few more rebels to come, but the other side is now entrenched at the other side of the street, ambushing us, so it becomes a challenge. Every time I open the door for someone to come in under fire, I need backup fire. Our enemy keeps delaying the decision to invade the place because of the kids. They don't want to kill the kids in the process. But eventually they devise a plan taking advantage of some older kids, who already work as apprentices somewhere in the outside world. When they are returning and we open the door for them, a bunch of the government soldiers push their way in and start shooting. I hide behind a column and then between the column and a wall and they don't see me. When they all been through the door and deeper inside, I manage to sneak out and disappear in the street with the crowd. My plan is to reach out to another rebel group at another hideout to get their help.
    2. Revolution and Aurora's Concert

      by , 12-06-2020 at 05:02 AM (Oneironautic Escapades)
      12/5/20

      Some large slave revolt where we all kill our masters/bourgeoisie.
      There is a large sword battle at some plantation just after arriving with a large group of tradesmen. It is spanning the outside and indoor docking area. At a certain point I am struggling against an older bald man while holding the bendy blade of a long thin rapier which bends like a fencing sword. Everyone was dressed like revolutionary times though it feels kind of piratey.
      There is a family left after everything dies down who are kind of deranged, the father looks like Andy Garcia.
      They are making jokes at the end about having an affinity for toes and fingers. The father is almost yelling at the family, but still going along with it in a joking manner.
      There is the main master dead or dying pinned to the wall, they exact their revenge in grotesque fashion.
      Talking to the daughter about how she likes her french toast afterwards. She mentions wanting to be charged for peanut butter on it but she wants to cook it for herself when the time comes and to let her know.
      It feels like I'm at a waffle house now.

      I have walked into a neighbor's house down the street for help handling a bunch of things. Including a giant raw turkey on a cutting board. They are mourning the loss of the head of the household who is Dimebag Darrel. The wife is very friendly and she helps me get all of my possessions under control. I leave the turkey outside for a duration of time and when I come back it is missing and someone is complaining that it was just sitting out in the open so they got rid of it. But someone else had donated an even larger turkey so that was very kind. I befriend the daughter in the process who ends up being Aurora. She asks Ben and I to help her perform in front of their church later on. While preparing for the event we realize we don't have any music or lyrics to prepare with. At a certain point I become lucid and tell everyone around me. 'Its ok! I am lucid dreaming right now! It will be fine, we don't need to prepare, I am lucid dreaming it will work out fine when the time comes!' I continue the dream plot to the concert and gather we are doing a sort of 'battle of the bands' style competition. The other duo are doing Christian mumble rap and we are doing a techno-country style. At some point we are dressed up in costumes and have glam makeup on. I have on thick winged eyeliner and a black bob wig. I don't think we ever performed with Aurora but she hung out with us afterwards. She was relieved we did well and she asked me to give her a massage. She sat in a low to the ground gaming L chair. I reached over the shoulders and massaged her shoulders/back for a while. She really enjoyed it but then got self conscious about enjoying it so much. I gather that Ben has left me with all of these people who are kind of like Aurora's posse. No one drives and I am across town not close to my house. I see a Meijer in the distance but it is not the one closest to my house. I decide to start walking back. There are groups of trannies all hanging around outside a dimly lit bowling alley. I gather people think I am a girl.
    3. 7 Jul: I am Jesus but live forever and change sex

      by , 07-07-2019 at 10:07 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am Jesus, but when I am at the hands of the Romans, I escape. They put me in a tent but they don't know I have an invisibility cloak that I use to hide in a corner when they come to pick me up. They receive orders to look far and wide, but then someone reveals that I could be wearing such cloak, so they start reaching out through the air, trying to find me. Others are throwing sand to see if it hits me. It is not easy getting out of their camp. Finally I climb a fence and find a street market with vendors and steal some clothes, because they are now looking for an invisible man and not a normally dressed guy. I escape and live as an immortal. I am a trapeze artist in a circus, then I am caught up in the middle of the anti-fascist revolution in Portugal, then become a left wing feminist revolutionary and I change sex to became a female as I am so impressed with the ladies.
    4. #226. Revolutionaries

      by , 06-06-2016 at 09:38 PM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      I'd led my friends into an abandoned house to hide from the group of rebels. They've found us now, five rebels armed to the teeth against six or seven unarmed civilians.

      Well.

      And me.

      "What's this?" The leader sneers. "Snivelling collaborators, hiding with the trash?" He smiles, and it's an awful little thing. "Get up and fight us!"

      "You still outnumber us, after all," says one of the rebel women, a smile in her voice.

      That won't do.

      The group of civilians are removed with a mental gesture, hustled through the aether. It takes me a moment to think of a place to set them down, where there won't already be a crowd. I settle on the dirt pile next to the Ixburg house.

      I blink, coming back to the now-emptier abandoned house. The silence has been drawn like a bow string, the rebels staring at me.

      "Seems fairer now," I explain.

      The leader swears.

      "You don't understand," he says, anger colouring his voice. "When our enemies came in and overthrew the last regime, they turned my country into HELL. They needed diamonds to fulfil the promises they made to their allies; they worked the citizenry like dogs. This is our chance to set things right."

      "Of course," I say mildly. "By marching into people's homes and murdering families in cold blood. Setting things right. Definitely not starting on the same track your enemies did."

      Face red, the man shouts a war cry and charges at me.

      Updated 06-06-2016 at 11:11 PM by 31096

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    5. 13 Nov: Coup d'État

      by , 11-13-2012 at 12:42 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Something with werewolves.

      Stuck in a reality made only of "me". The floor is me, the walls are me, space is me, there's me all over and nothing else exists besides me. Talk about being egocentric... But it was afflictive and claustrophobic! I shoot some rays from my hands to blast with this reality and to get out of it.

      Something about inaugurating an exhibition with some friends, but to visit it, people have to walk a thin pathway high up in the air. It's not a big success, people get really scared up there.

      Something about a contest. My friend ZIlla wins the 1st prize of 45.000 EUR and the 2nd and 3rd place are disputed between me and some guy but it's about grabbing as much stuff as we can get from a pile they put in front of us. Ok, the problem is that the stuff is exclusively pharmacy stuff, like creams and band-aids.


      Invading some mansion with friends. Something to do with overthrowing a sinister government. But the house is protected by an intelligent system who recognizes faces, detects intruders and shoots lasers at us. One of the girls, who looks like Carrie-Ann Moss, is pierced by a laser in the chest. It is not a fatal wound, but leaves her close to death anyway. We retreat and try to carry her with us, but there are guards everywhere, so we have to hide her at some kind of wooden box in the garden with some bread to eat and we have to leave, promising to come back to rescue her.
      Eventually, me and another guy are caught and jailed, but one day, at an infirmary at the 2nd floor, we manage to escape through the window. We are cuffed to each other, but we manage to run away into the city. Soon the entire city is under siege and we have to hide, so I leads us into some nearby friend house. Although it is a private It is more like a commune. It's always full of people, discussing politics, poetry soirées, etc. My friend lets us in very discretely without anybody seeing and takes us to the attic. At first we just planned to stay a few hours, but he discusses this with 1 or 2 trusted friends and they decide to hide us there for a couple of months, do us a make-over and organize our escape when things have calmed down outside.

      Updated 11-15-2012 at 01:29 PM by 34880

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    6. Labyrint (and the missing H)

      by , 06-19-2011 at 05:33 PM
      I'm having very intresting dreams at the time being, but not so much recall. So I decided to post one of my key-dreams from couple of years back. This really did change something in me.

      So this dream was played in two acts. They both were long and complex.. but I remember the first act only vaguely.


      APOCALYPTIC PARTY AND MENTAL HOSPITAL

      ACT I - The Party

      I was at this underground festival wich I did partisipate in wakig life many years ago (when it did happen I was in delusional state so the experience there was quite psychedelic also in real life). The parties in dream were parties of apocalypse. All kind freaky stuff happened but in a somewhat "normal" way. I was acting as a ringmaster and tried to keep the spirit up, help people to find their way there and help the world to change. I was wearing tailcoat and top hat (I own over 100 year old tailcoat and did have over 150 years old top hat in waking life). At one point I slipped and fell into deep woodstocklike mud pit and got a moment humblening. I remember thinking how on earth I can get these clothes clean, how much it will cost and is it even possible etc.

      After that and also scattered around the I act I tried to contact people (spent much time in phone etc) so that they would know that parties are happening and get there. I moved in dreamlike manner across the communication lines. In one point I had moved to the town where I live in waking life and I was in phone booth talking to someone in festival. He/she told my that one person I know had arrived to the festival. In the waking version of those festival he wasn't there and I remembered that. It came clear to me that he has arrived from present to parties that were in past. It was absolutly clear in dream that this was what had happened. I became thrilled that things were finally working and the first act ended.

      ACT II - The Sanitarium

      I found myself at the mental hospital. I was patient there (I've been hospitalized iwl). My girlfriend from that time came to visit me. I said to her that let's go to my room so that we can be in peace. So we get to this room and in the back of the room is another door that hasn't been there. We go through the door and after a corridor we come to this room full of mirrors and old paintings. Paintings are somewhat romantic but also impressionistic. All of them symbolise some theme or situation in intimate relationship. Situations are universal and about the crisis, glings, disconent, frustration and situations you end up reliving from time to time (loops). We deside to go deeper into this knowing that they are only loops. So we go deeper this time travelling through mirrors and paintings. Every time we go through one we end up to act the situation in our life, but in some level we are lucid that this is what we have to do to get to the end of this road. After every passage we end up to new room full of, yes, paintigs and mirrors.

      Then we get to this one painting. It's quite small and from 18?? I think. It's a holiday and tourist town in French normandy. There are houses that are cafeterias, inns and restaurants. There is a promande and in the side of it a low wall, by the wal there is stairs that lead to beach. In the middle of promenade there is a phone booth (not realistical at that period of time) and in the phone booth there is a gentleman talking to phone. He is wearing top hat and tail coat. After a decent distance there is a woman waiting for her man. She is leaning to her umberella. We decide to go through this painting. We end up to relive many symbolically analogous sitution from our relationship. In those situations either one of us is talking on a phone or using computer. The other one is jealous for attention that other is giving to outside world and at the same time hoping that he/she could be on computer/phone conncting to outside world. These scene goes on too long. The whole labyrinth that we have travelled inside the sanitarium collapses and we are back in my room. My girlfriend is shouting at me for some obscure reason that I don't understand. She doesn't have any memories of us travelling in that maze of realtionship. She leaves from the room and bangs door loudly.

      I end up wandering around the sanitarium. Group of three or four patient come to talk to me. One of them woman, other are men. They want me to go to a room where some of them live. I'm cautious cause you never know how to trust other looneys but in the end I decide to follow them. So I get to this room and they start to talk to me very entusiastically. They have difficulties to remember not to talk at the same time. They tell me stories and try to make me remeber things that I have blocked out. Their message is this: they are group of reality revolutionaries (not the kind that want to rebel against reality but the kind that want to fight for new, better, reality. In fact I'm one of them. We have done many missions together before. There are many more of us. Some of us (like me) don't remember this.
      As the story goes on I start to remember bits and bits. And as I remember their appereances start to change. I get to see glimbses who they really are. Some fantastical features in their looks.

      After they have downloaded this information to me they say that it's a time of next strike. It's now. So we go to common areas of department, and strike starts. It is a fasion show. So the nurses happen to be caring and motherlike and have allowed the patient to keep little fun. Patients get to arrange fasion show and the nurses are sitting in the audience. Everybody is dressed in blankets and pillowcases and stuff that is avaible. My comrades ask me to sit on a ground and hold a flashlight. So I sit in lotus possition and held the lamp like a torch. I start to get tired and doze off. As I start to get closer to dream (in a dream) I see glimbses of my fellow model patients inner shelves. Not just how they are but who they experience to be. Then I fell asleep.

      I wake up to this large dog licking my neck and get scared. Wait a minute. It's not a dog but a dragonlike being whose tail is around my neck. And it stays there. I'm still among the models/patients and the nurses are watching but this freaking dragon stays there and freaking nurses are staring right into it. So I realise that reality is quite leaking. Divine intervention (lights and stuff) put this large book into my lap. The books is about cracking the code of reality. I open it from random spread. The other page has this chart about history: years, periods, rulers and things. The other page has a map of time were every time periods are not separeted by time but by geographic distances. There is island called 1960's and a city called French revolution with suburbs that are like American independence war and other too. Large nation called Archaic and everything else. When I read the both pages simultaniosly the timeline of world starts to collapse to a one hypermoment where everything is simultaniosly.

      I open the book from another spread. It talks about multidimensional masters that have reached the fifth dimension and effect the world from there by telling stories. They use codenames to let the awake people know what's the story about. There are names of waking world playwrights, songwriters, comic writers, book authors, poets and other. Code opens up who they really are, who tell the same story, what other aliasses those master use in waking world. As I read this code the optional storylines start to collapse in one hyperstory with all possibilities. I got this strong sensation that now the reality is really open. Mental hospital has mostly faded away. We (and there are many of us now) desided to make one last effort to really crack reality up.

      (this part is very hazy.. so I don't even remember how I experienced the last effort. Was it a party, orgy, battle, chessgame or what.. maybe all at once)

      We win (kind of). Reality has changed into Orwellian Nazi Germany where our side wears uniforms of SS officers. Some of as start losing their memories and act like their roles. I'm alarmed and depressed. Something must be done. I pick up a piece of paper and start writing. Asking questions from remaining resistance about what should we do. After I've written those things the letters reshape into answers and suggestions. They so me this one sigil that I remember from somewhere and suggest that maybe we should use it. I think for a moment and then agree. I use the sigil and the dream collapses. Error message appears in English (it's not my native tongue). I'm not sure was it a mental or visual text. It says:

      FUNNY THING JUST HAPPENED
      THERE IS NO FANTASY THAT HISTORY HAS FOREWARNED US
      YOU HAVE TO CONSTRACT EVERY PARSEC OF STORY YOURSELF

      I wake up and have this surrealistic feeling for the next couple of days
    7. Disturbing, Driving, Running from the Revolution, Pleading again

      by , 04-05-2011 at 05:21 PM (Brainy Vapours)
      Disturbing dream about a girl who was murdered, her body brutalized. I prefer not to remember any more details about dream

      Driving on the highway, going really really fast and getting scary amounts of air off the hills. Asking for a haircut in exchange for giving someone a lift.

      My Step Father works for some form of government that is hated by the people. My Mom and I hear the news that there is going to be a revolution and we become scared. We try to convince him to runaway with us but he refuses. We run around the house in a panic gathering up our things and the boy's things. My Step Father is resolute in staying, but in the end he helps us pack up the car.

      My Mom has decided my man doesn't really love me because I am not shy and cute, so I plead with him.
    8. 15 Dec: Reptilians

      by , 12-19-2010 at 10:17 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

      22:30 GMT

      Revolution
      Some revolution is going on but I have a hard time telling the good guys from the bad guys.

      2:00 GMT

      Tiny world inside the bathbub
      I’m in the bathroom and I see my cat’s head coming out of the drainage hole. I don’t have a clue how's that possible but I fear he might be trapped in there and I want to help. I break the tub and I put my hand through the hollow interior to get the cat. But instead of finding the cat, the interior of the tub walls have divisions and it is like a miniature house, with tiny figurines that come to life. I then become part of the action on this little world.

      Injured animals
      A cute puppy appears but he’s injured in his head and bleeding. I take care of him and as I clean the wounds, he becomes a man. He lays down to rest. We are now in my grandma’s kitchen. Then my dad is also present and he tells me he thinks he is not going to survive. But the bleeding seems to stop so I am hopeful. I then hear what seems like another injured animal screaming outside but all I see is some kids doing something. As I fear they might be hurting an animal I go screaming at them, saying I will call the police. Then I realise they were doing nothing wrong and there's no animal and they look at me like I’m some crazy lady.

      3:20 GMT

      Reptilians I
      I was accepted at some kind of college fraternity or secret society group. We are on what seems to be an improvised court of law. We’re wearing the college uniform. I and another girl are new to the group and we’re a bit lost with the whole ceremony. We have to repeat some kind of oath and the other girl is so nervous she messes up. They are a bit harsh on us, but we know it’s normal that first time we fail, because we never saw this text before.
      After the ceremony, the ones who are there for longer time go to a room upstairs to deliberate or something - they have a secret meeting we cannot attend. But I go upstairs to do something else and out of distraction I open the wrong door and enter their meeting. They are all in reptilian form and I realise this is their natural selves. Surprised by my presence, some of them try to quickly go back to their human shape, but it’s too late, I already know. I don’t feel scared though. I ask them why they let us in their group if we’re not like them. I wonder if they are my enemies but for some reason want to keep me close so they have an eye on me. But as we look at each other, waiting for one another to speak, a group of guys from another fraternity/group invades this house where we are, to kill me and the other girl. The reptilians protect us. I am totally confused. I run from them and I get trapped on a balcony. From there I see down below an interior patio surrounded by walls and a gate. This group just chased outside two guys from "my" group and hammered one in the head leaving him dead on the ground. The other is still being chased into the woods, beyond the gate. I remember I can fly, so I fly over them and I pick up the guy running, trying to lift him off the ground to save him. He is heavy, but I somehow manage to drag him along. We arrive at a train station and I have a car parked there. We enter the car and we escape.


      4:45 GMT

      Reptilians II
      I am back to same dream. I am trying to dig some answers. I try to find out why I am being both chased and protected. I meet a reporter who’s also researching these groups and what they’re up to. We meet at some public place. When she leaves I see the frat boys again in the crowd. Because we’re on a public place, I hope they won’t kill me there, but still they are closing me in and they attack me in the crowd. I threaten them by saying I’ve told everything I knew about the dead and missing college kids to the press. They don’t seem bothered at all. In the fight I get hurt and they seem to be pretty interested in one of my fingers. I look at it and the skin got off from the fight, exposing reptile skin under. Oh my god, I’m one of them! (Second time I dream I'm a reptilian)

      6:45 GMT