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    1. 19 Jul: Strange disease than confers super powers

      by , 07-19-2019 at 10:17 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      A small village attracts lots of scientists, because a strange disease seems to make people crazy and also they start levitating. It affects specially the kids. I go there and I am also affected. The first feeling is strange, like the ground becomes fluid and a vortex moves along it and seems to spread the disease as it moves and touches people. But this can only be perceived by the people already affected. Secondly I realize we don't become crazy, we actually become geniuses. I acquire new abilities like being able to capture radio waves and and other electronic transmissions. First thing I learn is about some plans by some Russians to hack some drones and something about an embassy.
    2. 3 Dec: Detonation of a harmless bomb

      by , 12-04-2018 at 10:59 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Something about russians and some test. Something on a public swimming pool, with a couple of ladies, crossing the locker room to avoid or meet someone, but then getting excited about a swim in the pool.

      A friend says he invented a simulation of a nuclear bomb, but without radiation and the blast is harmless so wants to test it. I'm not feeling sure about that, but he insists on blowing it up and says we can hide in an underground shelter nearby. Strangely enough, he sets it off in the middle of a town, so I wonder about all other people if the test goes wrong. Anyway, he is not going to stop for anything and he blasts the thing off. The shock wave is strangely slow, so we can run ahead of it and seek the shelter. He doesn't go, but me and Alex and Zilla we run to it. Zilla is the only one who knows where it is. Alex trips when we cross a bridge and he grabs a piece of my clothing asking for help. But I tell him "it's ok, the bomb is harmless, you'll be fine." And I shrug him off and keep going (watch a bitch I can be). I look back a few steps later and ask him if he'll be ok? He ain't sure, but he doesn't complain and gets up to keep running.
      Zilla finally stops behind a building with a garden and I ask if the bunker is there. She says no and that she also wants to experience the blast on the surface, but she is taking cover behind the building She finds a hose on a wall and takes an improvised shower. Recommends me to do the same, in case the blast is hot. I feel pretty upset with all this and think these guys are just fucking insane. The blast is coming.

      I am a at a supermarket with Riverstone, shopping for food. Some troll just put 200Ä of frozen fish on our trolley. We're vegetarian, I ask the cashier to keep it and take it away, but Riverstone is looking at all the codfish and saying maybe we should buy it for special occasions. I am pissed he is even considering that and say "absolutely no".

      Everyone seems to be losing his/her voice. I am also starting to loose mine. It's some virus that's going around and infecting more and more people. It's afflictive.
    3. 210915: A small island, avocado enemas on a Russian ship, Mortal Kombat in a movie theater.

      by , 09-21-2015 at 06:21 PM (The Dream Journal)
      I'm on a small island, I see two humanoid apes with big teeth. I try not to threaten them. Leaving the island, I see a few iron age people. I have to leave, if I'm associated with them, I'll be a wanted man.

      On a Russian ship, I have to hide some arcane objects I have, markers and relics, they will be confiscated as things that can deface the ship. Under decks, a sailor prepares a large amount of avocado mush to administer as enemas. I try to quietly make my way out, don't really want to do that.

      In a movie theater, showing the old Mortal Kombat movies. I see a few animatronic figures, they go to a fake stone cave on the second floor to turn into Kombatants. One is on a small ledge. A clay-like mass is put on him. He's almost ready to become Sub-Zero, he just needs the extra clay to be punched off in battle.
    4. [23-04-2015]

      by , 04-23-2015 at 08:27 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      Dream journal

      I was reading through dream journals list. One of them caught my attention. It was a dream journal of a russian dude. I felt that it has all the informations I'll ever need, and something told me that I should read it. His entries were built from brief descrition, and content of the dream placed in a spoiler. I looked at one of the entries.

      Description was in English language, and it said about his preparation for the dream. Opening the spoilers I saw only some cyrillic letters. I opened a translator in a second window, and tried to translate it. When I typed it, I received more text in cyrillic as translation. I closed the spoiler, and tried to read another of his entries.

      Description in the entry was made of three cyrillic letters, and the spoiler was empty. I looked through the list of his entries, and got only confused. I closed the browser and turned my laptop off. I looked through the window. It was midnight, I couldn't see anything.

      Suddenly I spotted a shape looking from the outside, through the window. It just stood there in place, without making any moves. I felt it's gaze upon me, but I wasn't afraid. I closed the blinds on the windows, and took a lantern out of my pocket.

      Then I could see the room I was in. It had wooden floor, and cracked concrete walls. In the middle of the room there was a table with my laptop placed on it. The table looked like it's going to collapse. There was no chair, or anything else in the room.

      I couldn't see the door, the window was only way out of the room. I opened the blinds, and then opened the window. I went out of the room, and the shape appeared again.
    5. Evil Clay, Murder Squid

      by , 11-09-2013 at 04:06 PM
      Original journal entry dated Feb. 9th 2002:

      I had another bizarre dream last night. In it, M and A were going to a college in California, and they were driving there. I was going to a college in Michigan, and bummed because I couldn't go with my friends. My mother and her boyfriend were going to a casino somewhere. Anyway, M and A, instead of using a map, rolled up a little ball of clay and gave it a face. It would shout directions at them and tell them how to get where they wanted. But it was EVIL. And its strength came from mirrors. So at one point, they smashed every mirror in the hotel room trying to kill it. But it WOULDN'T DIE! And they'd given my mother one of them, too. As for myself, I had stayed home trying to figure out how I could follow my friends, but they showed up at my house saying that they hadn't been able to get to California. And then my mother and her boyfriend came home.

      Original entry dated Feb. 1st, 2002:
      Regarding several dreams taking place over a period of time:

      Dream #1:
      I dreamed about a vampire who was actually a large anthropomorphic lion, only he kept falling into lava and coming back to life. And I dreamed that I was at the Russian Olympic games, where one of the sports was to swing around a pole and see how far one could vault into the water. This feat was performed by 6 foot tall 8-year-olds. I sat in the bleachers, only I didn't have a ticket, so when they came around looking at peoples' tickets, I forged one and tried to remain inconspicuous.

      Dream #2:
      I dreamed that we were in a car trying to cross a bridge, which was actually a large ramp across a channel - you accelerated and then flew through the air and landed on the other side - but we kept crashing and dying.

      Then I was on an ocean-liner with my aunt, and there was a murderer loose, and he would claim his next victim by slashing them on the thumb a day or two before he killed them. And my aunt got a slash on her thumb, so then she was really scared, and then my finger turned into a squid, so we all became vegetarians because we could no longer stand the sight of shrimp.
    6. Slovak Jack

      by , 04-22-2012 at 12:03 PM
      I was at some carnival type of thing like Luna Park and Ihad the thought that when I click I would find 2 dollars on the ground and it worked. So I tried repeating this and it worked eventually I got a lot of money any some of the money was from a different country. I was at a store with my mum and I saw a kid from my school which I kind of make fun of and kind of am friends with. Jack. His mum was there and she was a from slovak speaking country like my mum. Russian, and they were in some family crisis kind of thing which explained why Jack was upset or something.
    7. One of my first dream recalls

      by , 01-29-2012 at 11:12 PM
      Sitting somewhere at night with a large group. They were all wearing the same sweaters and without looking I had a strong feeling that I wasn't. We were sitting around waiting for some event we had planned. eventually a girl came and sat down beside me really close. I didn't know her but she started to kinda flirt and put her hand touching mine so I just grabbed it and started holding her hand. Like many others I'm a little more bold in my dreams. News that our event got cancelled came and I was extremely dissapointed. Then there was something about cars and ethnicity. I was talking to an Asian girl about "her" cars as they drove around the place we were in. I'm not sure who this girl was but she may have been the girl holding hands with me. I would say something like "that's your car" pointing to a Mazda rx7 driving by. Then a Bugatti Veyron drove in and parked making my friends have to move, which was an asshole move but maybe we were sitting in a parking lot. The girl holding my hand left at some point. My friend then gave me a joint that was quite poorly rolled. I started smoking and didn't feel smoke in my lungs but didn't really notice or care. Then a Russian man came out who was with us before but i forget what happened at that time. Anyways i felt as if he wouldn't like my joint so i tried am attempt at hiding it then put it out when i could. He then asked for people to help him. I was trying to communicate to him asking if it was a lifting job while making a lifting motion, he didn't much care for this and continued walking. At some point a thought is born and I think I'm filming for a movie and have this constantly in the back of my head. We get closer to our objective and he says we need to set up ammunition for his gun. I ask what kind and he says something with a 3 in it and i know its a sniper rifle and I'm very pleased hoping ill get to shoot it (somehow we can communicate now). When we get there, there is a tall fence structure that looks half art half labrynth. Little bit of a blank, but after we're climbing out over it. Everyone else finds it very easy but i go to climb under and notice the space at the bottom is very small. At this point i realise i have a backpack on (WTF). The decision to climb over the fence comes into play which in waking life would have been my first decision because I'm moderately agile. Climbing over seems very realistic, like a compilation of every fence I've ever climbed in my life. I blanked again but after i see my friend Claire and she says something very strange to maybe just me, but i feel all of us. I take it and play it off with intrigue that's both made up and partially real. The bullshit intrigue comes from The previous knowledge that were filming for a movie, and the real intrigue because I have no idea of any script or anything about the movie. I make a shitty actor move and look for a camera but can't even screw up because there's nothing. No lense or person to be found. I follow Claire and do something weird like put my head on her shoulder cause i don't Care about the movie and I wake up.
      Hunger prevented me from doing a WBTB
    8. 1st HQ dream

      by , 01-22-2012 at 08:58 PM
      In a large treehouse, searching for some Russian girl's file on a computer connected to HQ. Can't find them, so I wonder why someone wouldn't be on HQ's computers. I call them up. They give me the file.

      There was also heaps of activity going on around the treehouse, like a big party or going-on in the town.
    9. mind control for wealth; too skinny; cabbie court case; sex with mom

      by , 11-22-2011 at 03:36 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I sat at a picnic bench with a few other people. We all sat under some covering structure, like the shelter for a gas-pump island. But we were apparently at a restaurant.

      I told the people at the table that I had the power of mind control. I could will people to do certain things, to carry out whole sequences of actions. The people didn't feel any strain on their minds while I did this. It felt very natural. I apparently used these people to get into places where they could take money. I would then receive this money.

      Everybody got up and walked away from the table. Everybody dispersed. But I followed one young man. We walked together out from under the shelter and into an area that looked like a bunch of small auto shops. We then headed out onto a street kind of like a small business section of town.

      I told the guy I was now controlling his mind. I may have explained something about this to him.

      A weird, small airplane flew overhead, from my right to my left. The plane looked kind of futuristic, but kind of old and dirty. Either I or the young man read the mind of the passenger. The passenger, the young man said, was a beautiful woman who either was or had been a famous movie star. But the woman no longer wanted to be as guarded and watched over as she was nowadays. She wanted to get out and have fun.

      We followed the plane with our eyes as it headed to the local airport, which was just at the end of this business street (!). We began walking in the direction of the airport.

      I told the young man that the mission I was going to mind-control him to go on would be to meet up with the girl and act like a really fun, easygoing guy. The young man would win the woman's heart that way. She would give him money, and he could bring it to me.

      For some reason, we were walking back up under the shelter with the picnic tables. The young man asked me, "What if I just enjoy living with the woman so much that I decide to stay, and I never come back to bring you her money?"

      I said, "Good for you, then. Go. And I hope you have a good life."

      Dream #2

      I walked out onto the sidewalk, probably outside of a big, public building. It was probably autumn, and it was a sunny day, probably with yellow leafs on the ground.

      I was in a clean, quiet, probably wealthy town. A tall, Indian man in khaki slacks and a pale, yellow Polo shirt stood out on the sidewalk. The man had a short, old hairstyle, with plenty of gel, and he wore nice, squarish eyeglasses. He seemed to be waiting for a cab.

      The man turned away from the curb and got a glimpse of me. He remarked that I was too skinny.

      Dream #3

      I was in a courtroom. A rich woman, who may once have been a really popular movie star, was on trial for not paying a cabbie. The story went that she had told the cabbie to wait for her at some place like a gas station, and that she would meet him there. But she never showed up.

      The woman's argument was that she hadn't told the man she would pay him for his time in waiting, and that he hadn't driven her anywhere in order to get paid. It was the man's choice to wait for her, the woman said. And the wouldn't shouldn't have to pay for the man's choice.

      I may have seen the view of the cabbie at the gas station in my mind's eye for a moment. But now my view was in the courtroom. I was on the right side of the room (the right side, as one would face the judge's bench). I was at the back of the room, where the woman and her lawyer sat.

      The woman's lawyer was also a woman, though I couldn't get a good view of her. The woman and the lawyer seemed to be seated in front of, rather than behind, a small table. They were both probably in swivel chairs.

      The woman looked to be maybe in her early forties. She had tanned skin and dark blonde hair with black or dark brown streaks in it. She wore a dark blue one-piece dress with short
      sleeves and a skirt that went to just above the knee. The dress may have had vertical stripes of navy blue and some lighter, though dull, blue.

      The woman was reiterating the point that she didn't feel like she needed to pay. She threw her arms up in the air, as if to say, "What's the big deal? I don't care."

      I was now on the left side of the room, in one of the back rows, with the cabbie and his lawyer. The cabbie's lawyer was a beautiful woman, half Japanese and half white. She wore a red dress, kind of 1950s or 1960s style, long-sleeved, with a fabric like heavy felt (? - I don't know the names of fabrics). Her hair was frowsy, frizzy, and pale, with chunky, straight bangs.

      The cabbie was like a skinny version of Fabio. He had long, blonde-brown hair and a tan, clean, muscular face. He had sparkling eyes and a bright smile, though some of his teeth may plainly have been fake. He wore a sleeveless, flannel shirt unbuttoned at least at the chest.

      The judge was explaining something about his opinion of the case. He seemed to be on the side of the cabbie, though not completely. The judge made some joke, and the crowd laughed at it.

      But the cabbie didn't speak English. I think he spoke Russian. The lawyer had to translate everything for the cabbie. She'd translated the joke, and the cabbie understood it was a joke -- but not until the judge had already moved on to something else.

      The cabbie laughed gently and gave some kind of weird glance to the judge, like he was trying to kiss up to the judge. But the time of the joke had passed. The cabbie laughing at this point made him look kind of like an idiot.

      Dream #4

      I was in bed, kissing some girl on the crotch of her yellow, cotton panties. At some point, though, the woman turned into my mother.
    10. Lulullu (between July 29 2011 and July 30 2011)

      by , 10-29-2011 at 12:40 AM (Oneiric Mirror)
      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 thereīs 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 thereīs 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, sheīs 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.
    11. confining russians; girl in vietnam; purple robot-mold

      by , 07-31-2011 at 01:31 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was in some run-down part of some big town. I was on a block with thin apartment buildings. The outsides of the buildings were grey, like they were either of unpainted cinder block or had their paint chipped off or worn off. It was daytime, and the light seemed kind of yellowy-pale and humid.

      I was with a group of people. We all seemed to be in a line, and we were all being directed into one of the apartment complexes. I understood that we had all been sought out by some group and brought here.

      I was now with the group that was seeking us out. They were seeking out Russians. But I wasn't a Russian. I had a bad feeling that I was simply part of their operation, kind of disguised as one of the people being sought, but that I was actually helping catch the people and get them confined in this one apartment building.

      I was now with a line of Russian men, heading into this apartment building. One of the men in front of me was blonde, with a short haircut and pale skin. We got inside. The door opened directly to a dark, narrow, winding stairwell.

      There was some kind of military guy just inside. He looked to be maybe in his 40s, a bit overweight, with a pudgy face, sweaty, and stubble-covered. He wore some kind of camouflage trenchcoat and one of those thick, round hats with the fur lining and earflaps.

      I asked the man what I was doing here, what the Russians were here for, and if I really needed to be a part of this. The man raised a finger to his lips and said, "Sh... Just wait here until they're all upstairs. Act like you're going upstairs, too. Then, once they're all upstairs, just leave through the front door. We want to make sure we have them all here for the trial. As long as they think you're going, they'll go, too."

      I now felt really terrible -- even though I definitely planned to leave this place as soon as I could. But it was like all the Russians had to think I was going with them, or else they wouldn't go. So I had to trick them into thinking I was going, too. But I wasn't. Why was I helping these military people capture these people?

      I didn't quite feel like I could leave. Now that I knew there was going to be a trial, I wanted to see what it was going to be about. So I'd stay for that.

      The trial took place in a room on the first floor, just off from the stairwell. The room was short, but kind of wide. It was barren, with dirty, concrete floors and plain, white walls. The light was incandescent, but it also felt cold and barren. There was a group of officials seated at a long folding table to my left. On the other side of the room was a vague group of people. Some were people being judged. Some were attorneys.

      Someone had told me, again, that I could come in and see what the trial was all about. They told me that I could actually even help them out with the trial. I didn't want to help out with the trial, but I suddenly found myself doing so.

      I stood out on the floor, giving some kind of random speech. I was trying to make myself look like I was defending the Russians. But what I was really doing was making them feel more comfortable, so they'd give up as much information as possible.

      Dream #2

      There was a man in some part of the world like Vietnam. I'm not sure what the time period was. It seemed like nowadays, or maybe even a little bit into the future. The man had done some spy-like thing, probably against America. He had been discovered. But he was already beginning to make a quick getaway.

      The man looked like a stereotypical "Sgt. Rock" type of soldier. He wore a camouflage uniform, a rounded helmet with something like netting over it, and he had a muscular face and stubble. He may even have been smoking a cigarette.

      The man was now getting into something like a spaceship. It was right next to some kind of hut on stilts. The spaceship looked like an old, 1950s style rocket, with the elliptical body and tailfins and everything. But it was made of some really silvery material.

      The man had climbed into some kind of side door or hatch high up on the ship, possibly via some high window, or even the roof, of the hut. There were now a lot of rushing and booming sounds.

      The space shuttle seemed to be lifting off. But now an Asian-looking woman, who was actually a spy for the American side, was calling out the window of the hut for the man. She had been assigned to get him back so that the Americans could put him on trial for whatever his spy activity had been. So she was pretending that she loved him and she didn't want him to go.

      At this point I may have seen from the man's point of view. The woman seemed huge, like she was stretching all the way up into the air to pull me down. Her cries also seemed really terrifying somehow, like supernatural moans. For some reason, either I or the soldier decided to stay, since the woman loved either me or the soldier.

      Dream #3

      There were a group of people trying to fight some kind of alien menace. I'm not really sure what it was. The group was maybe a couple of guys and a girl.

      One of the guys was separated from the rest of the group. He ended up finding the body of a woman who was thought to be in on the aliens' plans. But he didn't know that his discovery of the woman's body was planned.

      The woman was actually an alien. The aliens were actually like robots. But the robots were made out of this purple mold, which was something like a living machine that could shape itself in various ways.

      The man had done something to the woman, possibly cutting her open with a scalpel for some reason. A piece of the purple mold squirted out of the woman's body and onto the man's left eye.

      The man didn't pay it any attention: it wasn't much. But the mold worked its way behind the man's eye and into his brain. I knew this meant that the mold would proliferate in the man's brain and body, eventually turning him into a robot.

      Later the rest of the man's group would (or did?) find the man. They would (or did) think, wrongly, that the man was fine, when he actually was an alien robot, ready to spread the mold into other human bodies.
    12. LD 6: Adam Sandler Magic?

      by , 07-25-2011 at 03:12 PM (Starr's Dream Collection)

      Well, I was really hoping for a lucid last night...instead, I think I only got semi-lucid. In fact, now that I think back, it didn't feel that strong or vivid at all and I didn't have much control, but I still had awareness.

      In the beginning of the dream, as far as I can remember, I was sitting in this giant outdoor food courtyard with my dad, brother, and sister. We were sitting at a cement like bench table. It was dark outside. Suddenly, a giant blue and white bus drives by. My dad points out, "That looks like a Russian bus. Gotta watch out for those." As we're sitting there, we're gradually noticing more and more of those blue and white buses drive by, and they're starting to drive into the courtyard. I ask, "What's happening? Why do they keep coming over here?", to which my dad replies, "Well, this is definitely gonna be in the news."

      The dream switches. Now I'm sitting in my bed as if I had just woken up, so I guess it was a false awakening. Like I usually do every morning, I perform a reality check, and I'm surprised to find that I could kind of still breathe through my nose, although it was plugged. I'm even in denial, because this false awakening feels so much like reality. But after a few more RCs, I verify that I'm dreaming.

      I tell my mom, who for some reason is standing at the end of my bed, "Yes! I'm dreaming!", and she just laughs at me like I just told the funniest joke.

      I had remembered in real life wanting to find a wand and try out some Harry Potter spells, so I jump out of bed, and begin trying to make a wand appear. For some reason my dad was there, at my Mom's house, and he's sitting on the floor. I tell him, "I can get a wand and do magic tricks!", and he says, very matter-of-factly, "Ha, no you can't." I say, "Yes I can, watch!"

      I begin searching my pockets and even my pant legs to try and imagine a wand being there. I guess lucidity is beginning to fade at this point, because I randomly burst out, "It's an exclusive Adam Sandler collectible wand." And guess what? I proved my dad wrong by finding this wand, although I'm not sure what it had to do with Adam Sandler at all. It was just a pen...

      I say, "See! I told you! Adam Sandler is in my pants!", which, of course, causes me to absolutely crack up, because it was such a 'That's what she said' moment. My dad laughs, too.

      Anyways, so I walk out to my living room, confident that it would work. I take the wand, just to notice it had now transformed into a strawberry. This doesn't stop me from trying to cast spells, though. So, there I am, shouting out things like "STUPEFY!" and "IMMOBULUS!", pointing a strawberry at my family members. They laugh at me, and I laugh along.

      Now the lucidity had pretty much faded, and I woke up. I'm angry at myself that I didn't try and stabilize it when I had the chance. Grr. I should have eaten that strawberry!

    13. 6 Dec: Stabbed to learn not to feel pain

      by , 12-06-2010 at 12:06 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      1:00 GMT

      Stabbed to gain control over fear and pain
      I am in some apartment building apparently coming out of my cousinís home. She has something weird about her look, like dyed hair or extreme make-up. She goes downstairs but I feel more interested in following a corridor that seems to connect to a different partof the building or even a twin building. I then have fun exploring these connections - I go from corridor to corridor, explore different levels by taking the stairs sometimes. Every block is of a different colour or has different tiles on the wall, but itís getting boring so I try to look for an exit.Iím a bit lucid. I look at a map on the wall, trying to locate myself, when some guy offers his help and tells me to just follow him. I do so and he leads me out. Outside, itís a city street, looks like London and he meets a bunch of friends he was with before. They are making plans for next steps and they divide in two groups. I stick with the guyís group, a small one Ė 2 guys and a girl. I donít know where they are taking me. A bit further down, when weíre around some ugly buildings of a bad neighbourhood, the guy draws a knife and he wants to stab me in my belly. I am aware itís a dream, but still, I shriek at the thought of feeling a knife slashing my flesh. They say ďDonít be afraid!Ē and Iím like ďWhatís wrong with you?Ē So just when they are about to stab me I say ďSorry, I don't want to be stabbed, Iím going to wake up!Ē. I wake up but I still had a brief moment when I could feel the knife cutting through my flesh. I felt discomfort and I was awake for a while...
      When I go back to sleep I am again in the same city and they are still around waiting for me. What the hell? I felt like I was going through a Freddy Kruegerís nightmarish type of thing. I ran away, I zig zagged between buildings, trying to lose them. I laid low behind a building and a concrete wall, where people threw garbage and I lost lucidity for a few moments. I got distracted with all the clothes and bags perfectly good that were thrown away. I am considering taking them with me to give away to people who need it, but suddenly I see my chasers about to find me and I instantly get back to the action. I run again but eventually they cut my way through, as they knew a shortcut through some tunnel. They grab my arms and the guy is once again about to stab me and he swears ďIt wonít hurt!Ē. I first thought he was just being psychotic, but now I have this clear feeling they were also lucid dreamers or some dream beings who were just testing me and trying to teach me something. Their attitude changed slightly when I opened myself to them. The guy said to me ďIt only hurts if you believe so. Iím telling you it wonít hurt if you donít give in to fear.Ē Oh, so that was it? I was still a bit afraid, I was actually already feeling the pain again, just by thinking of it, so I told him ĒOK, but let me do it to myself. And can I stab my leg instead? Just to try?Ē ďOKĒ, he said. So I stabbed my leg and I was amazed that it felt like stabbing styrofoam. I could feel it buried in the flesh but it didnít hurt. I was starting to lose fear and thinking about stabbing myself a bit more (lol). They smiled at me and simply left.

      Female robot and androids
      I am now free to do whatever. I look around and I am in some industrial park or similar. I see a huge robot-like metallic structure rising above the houses and go check it from a safe distance, because it starts to move its arms. Below it and around are people watching some demonstration of its functioning. Itís made of hollow metallic tubes that shape it slightly into a female form and some of this tubes are then channelled to some interface where half a dozen women are plugged in, apparently controlling or feeding this robot. The creator of this machine is explaining how it works and what it does, but then all the focus goes to one of these females who detaches from the interface. I find out these are not real women, but androids. Lots of flashes in her direction, reporters asking questions and the inventor says she can even speak Russian. He ask if any Russian speaking is around and some guy points to a girl by my side, but in the middle of the crowd we get mixed up and they bring me closer to the android. I say thereís been a mistake, I canít speak Russian, it was some other girl, but the android lady is looking at me totally interested. She seems to think I am lying and she is processing that information and trying to figure out my intentions. She says she wants to meet me and asks me for my contact. I donít recall even handing her over my contact, but I see her adding my email and name to her processor/brain Ė like if she just extracted it from my mind and I was reading the info on her eyes as she was processing it. Then she turned away and left, followed by a sea of curious people and reporters.

      Office scene
      I remember maybe itís time to meditate a bit, but I canít find peace, thereís just too much going on and I canít make it still. Then I think about dropping a visit to Nighthawkís dreams. I am now in a corridor with doors to offices. I see elevators and decide using one as a portal, but every time I try to get into one, someone holds the door and enters. I even try to do it with some suit guy by my side looking at me like Iím crazy, but it doesnít work Ďcause he totally distracts me. I give up on elevators and try to use the office doors instead. The problem is they have glass windows and I can see the other side, so I have once again difficulties in making appear a different world on the other side, because I keep seeing the people working inside the office. When I open the door, it is still an office. Oh well... I just look around, checking every person on each cubicle. Mostly very young people. Itís a nice office, light coloured wood furniture, glass walls, lots of light. I go to the end of it and I find a window to a square interior patio, with view to all floors. I notice the buildingís decoration is quite nice and then I see a corridor through which the companyís CEO, a tall slim lady in her 40ís, is coming in my direction. She sees me there and asks me what I think of the place. I say itís nice and I like the carpets on the hallway. She invites me for a drink in her office and we sit and talk there for a while.

      4.50 GMT

      Just recall my mom had a good prize in the lottery and I clearly recall the numbers. Will suggest her to make a bet

      6:30 GMT
    14. 12 Nov: Boring dreams and a russian cleaning lady

      by , 11-12-2010 at 05:20 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)

      22:00 GMT

      Hiking, cooking and walking
      I’m climbing up some mountain with my BF. On the way we meet local pilgrims and a French lady. The path is full of Buddhist sacred places, like this huge terraced slope with thousands of small golden Buddha statues.
      This French lady knew nothing about Buddhism so he was feeling awkward with the pilgrims offerings and prayers. But we talked to her and then she was starting to actually enjoy the whole thing. She spotted a statue that had fallen backwards and went there to put it up again. She left a golden coin on top of that Buddha. Then I noticed it was the only one really shiny around, as if it was new. All the others were darkened by age and weather.
      When we reached the summit of this mountain, we found some houses and tables on the outside. There was a culinary competition going on with people from all over the world. It had just ended and people were stowing their dishes and pans and glass bowls. I helped. Some Italians were talking about a sci-fi series that didn’t air because it was just bad, like a B-series kind of movie. Then like a vision, I get to see some scenes from the series and it’s really cheesy. The spaceships are just cruise boats with their lights on over a dark, star-lit sky. Then there’s this main character who is simply a klingon but with 1000 eyes all over his body. It’s just bad and I laugh.

      Then we’re all downhill, at my mom’s kitchen, were the award ceremony takes place. I’m surprised that all the Italians get awarded, but so the French, Spanish, and many many others, mostly Europeans. I wonder what kind of competition is this, where everybody is awarded. I’m bored and I go to the window. I see a gay couple walking outside on the back alley and I think why don’t they go up the hill, do the same pilgrim’s path we did, but telepathically they say they are not interested, because it seems exhausting. OK, just a suggestion. At this moment I am half-lucid and I think about going to visit the Flea Market near my home. In RL it is tens of kms from my mom’s home, but this is dream world... So as I walk my way there, I’m feeling really amused and I am singing Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” and dancing. People look at me but I couldn’t care less – dream, remember? Then I realise I already walked too much and passed by the street that goes up to the Flea Market. As I turn back I bump into my BF who decided to follow me. I tell him it’s better we take the bus back to the place, 'cause I'm tired of walking.

      4:40 GMT

      “I’m nobody” and snake venom
      I’m on some weird place with Buddhist people I know. People are sitting down on chairs and that’s when I realise they are waiting for our guru to come. I then see the place prepared for him to seat and luckily I get a sit just in front of it. But I get tired of waiting and waiting and decide to go for a walk, leaving something on the chair to mark my seat.
      When I am on some kind of lobby of this building, some other old guru comes in. I have this weird feeling of coming out of my body and I start floating in the air, involuntarily. I feel like a cloud with no defined shape or form. He passes by me and I come down a little bit. He holds my hands (so I did had hands!) and he smiles looking deeply into my eyes (so I guess I also had eyes!). He asks “Who’s this girl?” and someone from the staff replies with a couldn’t-care-less look “She’s nobody!”. First I feel a bit upset but then I also smile and reply “Yes, I’m nobody.” And he releases my hands and continues his way. I follow him back to that teaching’s room where people are waiting on their seats. But on my way I pass by a corridor which has lots of young boys and girls sitting on the floor and some neons or billboards hanging from the ceiling above. For some reason, some of the boys start to tease me, trying to provoke a fight. Because it is kind of playing, I play along and I defend myself, but then they get serious and I have like 4 or 5 attackers simultaneously both from my left and my right. But my kung fu is strong and I kick their asses, although not really understanding what they want from me. I then get on some kind of skateboard I see nearby and I slide out of there.
      I end up on the end of some long corridor and tired, I simply lay down on a sofa that is on the corner. Then some Russian lay who is cleaning the floor, starts cleaning around the sofa and then the sofa itself. I am like “Really? Couldn’t you wait that I get out?” But she is really sweet lady and she rubs my shoulders and gives me a head massage. How nice of her! But she never says a word. Then a door just in front of us opens up and I see a kind of clinic lab. A nurse or whatever is taking blood samples or vaccinating a person. I go inside and I see two guys collecting snake venom for cosmetics. But the snake goes crazy and is spitting venom like a water hose. They warn me to be careful, cause no venom can fall on my eyes or mouth or I’ll die. But I do get all covered in venom everywhere else.

      6:30 GMT

      Beams of light in my hands
      I am in some shared room with other people. I am trying to have some rest but it’s too crowded. Then the Russian lady appears again and she’s cleaning the room. I find out there’s a room next door which has just been emptied and I take all my stuff to there. As I am cleaning up the bed which is full of crumbles of previous guests, the Russian lady comes in again – is she stalking me in dreams? – and she also seems surprised that I’m there. She still hasn’t said a word but we kinda communicate telepathically. I tell her I’m staying in this room and she seems to be ok with it. She won’t tell anybody. She just needs to do her job and clean it up to. In the end she hands me over a very nicely scented soap for my shower.
      Then I am (again) among this people who came to listen to a guru. But this time when entering the place of the teachings, I slide through the floor to some really good seats and pass in front of everybody who is simply walking – bad luck for them! This time this “room” is on some open air space, like a terrace. The guru comes in, he is very old (I guess the same from previous dream) and he needs a translator because his English is not so good. People are eager for him to start, but then the mic doesn’t work and we can’t hear a thing of what either him or the translator are saying. People complain but no one seems able to fix it and the guru doesn’t stop, he keeps going as if he didn’t care if people are listening or not. I make an effort, but then I give up and go to the terrace handrail to see the views and I notice the terrace is actually a boat deck. Below is the ocean and smaller boats are sailing around. Someone shows concern over me being so close to the limit of the deck,
      so I decide to play with this person, by letting myself fall on the water – of course I didn’t really hit the water, I simply flew up and appeared on some other spot on the deck, but sure it was fun to see his/hers (?) face. I’m half-lucid by now but the dream starts to fade. My peripheral vision reduces as lately it’s been happening on fading LDs and everything becomes a bit dark. I ask some DCs around me to help me stay in the dream, by holding me down. It’s a weird strategy but kind of works. The dream stabilizes a bit more, but the darkness doesn’t go away. The DCs look scared and I provide some light to them by emitting white beams from the palms of my hands. They seem amazed and thankful, but I end up waking up anyway.

      8:00 GMT
    15. 7 Sep: a portal and a long lucid (both wasted)

      by , 09-08-2010 at 10:20 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)

      In general, these last days I have been recalling fewer dreams and totally missing good opportunities when they arise, but we all go through these stupid phases, I guess.

      23:20 GMT Ė Sleep

      Canít really recall a dream, but I woke up with obsessive thoughts about dream control and the serial dreaming RPG tasks, so either I was dreaming something related to that or not at all and felt frustrated on waking up.

      3:58 GMT

      Random fragments
      Iím with a group of kids, brothers and sisters and apparently we are very famous. Thereís a huge group of fans stalking us and we just have time to hide in some house. Inside thereís a maid who becomes our friend and keeps our location secret. For some reason we stay there for the night and it is absolutely imperative that nobody find us there.
      Then I am on some balcony trying to disentangle something (?)
      Then Iím on top of a skyscraper in N.Y. I feel a bit of vertigo.
      Then I am with some blond guy and we are making a pact to help each other keep some secret only to ourselves.

      4:30 GMT

      From a train to a slaughterhouse
      Iím on a train station platform and from inside a train a friend calls me, says it is last call for this train and if Iím not getting there immediately Iíll have to go on the next. I donít know where weíre going, but I hop in. I sit and realise that in the seat in front are my friend R., L. and some other person. They are bragging about their dreams. One of them says she can easily use the train ride to snooze a little and will surely come up with at least 2 lucid dreams. Initially I feel envious, but I shudder this feeling, don't want to give in to envy and just ignore them. I look through the window and I see bulls on some field. Half-lucid I start thinking which animal suffers the worst: the bull that roams free his entire life and is then slowly tortured and bleed to death in a bullfighting arena or a cow that lives an entirely miserable existence of pain in some factory farm but then dies supposedly quicker? My doubt lies now in the effectiveness of stunners that are used to leave the animals unconscious before slaughter. So I find myself in a slaughterhouse holding one of such devices to test it. I thought about trying it on myself, but I felt a bit scared of what I would feel, so I just test it on an apple Ė not a very clever idea, it just gets some burning marks on it. [chicken!]

      A portal
      Iím on some house of an old couple and their son. Weíre in the middle of an empty room and thereís a portal open in the centre of the room. It just appeared out of nowhere. As it shines and waves in the air, in tones of blue, like water, we wonder what it is and if itís dangerous to cross it and what it is on the other side. The boy gets behind it and throws something across it in our direction. It was like a piece of garbage. Instead of crossing, it just stays there, suspended in the portal, but it performs a strange mystical dance and then becomes a perfect circle form. Then I don't remember much, but I had no will or courage to actually cross it and think I just left this room and house and continued dreaming outside. [idiot!]

      Buddhists and new agers
      I'm in this foreign country and my mom came to visit me and I decide to show her around. Iím dressed in orange, top and long skirt and with my purple hat. I tell her lots of monks and Buddhist teachers are also in the city at the moment, for some gathering. We see a group of people waiting for a bus on the other side of the road and I tell her ďSee over there, itís Mathieu Ricard with some other Tibetan Buddhist monkĒ. A bit further we pass by another group of monks, and I tell her ďAnd see, look whoís in the middle of these monks, itís Tich Nhat Hanh.Ē
      Then we see a large entrance to some place, like a garage, not entirely inviting, but lots of new agers gathered there. They invite us in, they are eating what seems to be lentils and vegetables, so we join them. After the meal they behave a bit childish, like when they start doing this clapping hand game I used to play in camps with other kids.

      5:30 GMT

      Alone in the city
      I am again in this foreign city and I know my mom is visiting, although not with me at the moment. I know it is quite far from home and I wonder how she enjoyed the flight. I feel that flying is becoming quite normal to me and I wonder if Iíll ever be afraid of flying. Then it occurs to me that maybe if I fly to Nepal, I might feel scared because lots of planes fall in that area as their flying companies are not so safe.
      While I think about all this I am entering a building, following two other girls who enter a public toilet. It is quite big with large mirrors on the wall over the sinks. The girls are mocking me or something, but I ignore them. I go to the mirror and I spend a lot of time there, looking at something in my face as I continue thinking. Because Iím abstracted, the dream transforms and I am now on top of a hill sitting with a guy and a girl on a few steps and the mirror transformed into a glass wall by my left side. Through it I can see a road down the hill and a city on the other side of the road.
      Me and this guy and girl are so packed together (donít know way, as thereís lots of space around) and the guy is flirting me thinking Iím interested.
      But I couldnít care less, I get up and decide to move. I go downhill and cross the street. From there I see than on the side of this little hill, there's a bigger mountain with a forest and old houses in the horizon, outside the city and for a moment I consider going there. But hesitated, and decided to just fly around the city. I am lucid but honestly canít really tell when it started (think it was gradual, from the moment I moved away from this couple of friends).
      For a moment I find myself inside a house with a bunch of other people and I change clothes Ė now I wear a sexy transparent black shirt. Then Iím outside again and Iím a bit distracted and a car almost hits me. I pause on the sidewalk for a while, just looking to the sky and the buildings around. Itís all so luminous. Then I see lots of jets lifting off and I have this impression thereís a lot of rich business people on this city. The jets lift off, one after another, thereís maybe an airport nearby. But then they start behaving strangely, like they are not flying in a straight line, but a bit randomly and then they transform into giant metal birds, with colourful painted wings.
      A Russian guy wakes me up from my mesmerisation and tells me he will drive this car, which is parked right by my side and Iím sitting on the sidewalk, so heís just warning me to get out the way. He is a bit rude, but he is actually concerned about my safety and I feel he is a nice guy. He is a driver, not the owner of the car.
      Then I cross the street on the pedestrian walkway. I didnít look to see if it was green for pedestrians and a wall of cars comes in my direction from both sides. But I am not afraid. As they approach I think "cars keep coming at me but this is my dream and they canít hurt me, Iíll be like Moises opening the red sea and crossing safely to the other side". It didnít quite happen that way. It just happened that the cars would pass in front of me or in my back without ever colliding with me, very elegantly. That was nice, but not awesome, so I stay there and decide the cars will lift in the air and freeze and make a wall of cars. This time I point my hand to them to make it happen, but all it happens is that they started levitating, but not with the desired effect. I think ďOh crap, I really suck at this control thing.Ē, but it wasnít that bad - at least it was a very sucessful levitation of cars.
      Then for some irrational ďreasonĒ when I am in the sidewalk I decide Iím not over with this gimmick yet and I walk a bit further down the road until I find a spot that for "some reasonĒ looks good. There I decide to send a purple light ray Ė actually more like a laser, hard to explain - to the ground, marking an invisible line where the cars will create this wave or wall of cars, when they reach it. But by this time, the traffic diminished a lot. Itís already dawn and I also realised thereís very few people on the street. A guy coming out from a building Ė looks like a bank Ė just saw me sending out ďlaser beamsĒ and with his eyes wide open he freezes on the sidewalk and moves back inside. I canít believe he is afraid of me!
      I lean on some raised flowerbed outside a building, waiting for some car to pass, but nothing! They totally disappeared. Now I feel pissed. I was sure this time it would work! Then I feel so incredibly lonely, as if I was the only one of my kind in the world - nobody with whom to share my reality and my tricks. Then my cat appears by my side and I hug him, but I donít feel much better.

      [Then I felt totally disappointed that I didnít remember to do any of the tasks I was supposed to do!]

      7:15 GMT Ė Wake up

      Updated 09-08-2010 at 10:34 PM by 34880

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