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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG


23:00 GMT – Sleep

Preparing travel
I’m organizing something, like a travel and comparing different places/venues. I’m on a tall building and then I’m looking through the window because there’s something going on down there on the street.

Kids dancing
I’m with my mom and she’s helping me out with something. We go out and when arriving at her building’s door, a bunch of kids from school next door are putting some show on (actually rehearsing it) in the square in front of school. They are dancing samba in pairs. Strangely my younger cousin J. Is among them, although by now he is already too old for this, but I still see him as a kid. He sees us and feels embarrassed that we also see him.

Vanity
I’m going out with some group of colleagues from school. I see myself in a mirror and I look really cute, with short hair and a blue scarf on my head. Still I take some time to adjust the scarf several times to be just perfect.

3:20 GMT

Scary grandma’s house
I’m with mom at my paternal grandma’s house. We’re taking clothes from the clothesline outside. The weather is changing rapidly and really dark clouds are gathering in the sky above us. It gets really dark as night. My mom points to the bell tower close by, where we see this really creepy dark figure and we comment that maybe he’s some shadow, reflection but also that this place has always been a bit scary – we’re always seeing dark figures and feeling “presences” here. There’s another girl in the house and then a car also arrives and a guy comes out of it. Don’t remember what happens then.


Life and death situations on the mountains
I’m watching this reporter (like live on TV) in a pick up going down some dangerous road, with a cliff on his left side and I think he is not measuring the danger as he drives with only on hand at too high speed for the conditions of that road. Then of course he is thrown off the road, live on TV and everybody thinks he fell down the cliff, but then I’m transported into the place of the action and I realise he was incredibly lucky as the truck got stuck below on some rocks and we was able to get out and escape. Then I also realise he is with his wife and two kids on the truck and I am even more shocked at his irresponsibility.
As I help them climb the cliff and we’re on top of it on the road, we are caught by a flood. It’s not yet too violent, but I see a bus being dragged by the water down the road and I also see this black baby girl in the middle of the way. I just have time to grab her and get her out of the way of the bus. She is so cute and I feel that this family I also just helped will adopt her in the nearby future. Then the kid in my arms becomes just a baby head (although perfectly alive) and I think about that being odd (but not enough to become lucid).

Cat’s guts out
I’m at some hotel room with friends, just settling in. We are reading this place’s rules and it says in summer we must use an outside common toilet instead of the room’s own toilet. We wonder why and think maybe in summer with the heat, it gets smelly and that’s why they advise to use the outside one.
Anyway I go to the toilet and my cat is there. He doesn’t seem well. First he pukes and then his head’s skin starts to open from his left eye, leaving his skull and eyeball exposed. I try to keep it closed but it keeps opening more and more. I’m starting to freak out. Then pus is coming out. Then when the ripped skin is already down his back, his internal organs start bloating and coming out. Still the cat is moving, not looking healthy but also not dying. I somehow don’t accept that this is really happening so another healthy version of the cat appears and I see the two together and realise I’m dreaming. I feel relieved. Then I think about what to do with lucidity and stupidly I wake up.

6:30 GMT – Wake up

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

I have been sick, which totally knocked out my dream recollection for almost a week. Then I had to travel to Belgium and slowly recovered my dreams but had no possibility to write them down on dreamviews. Still, I have a lot to tell: I accomplished the monthly tasks of September, among other personal achievements. Will try to publish these past 10 days' dreams in slots, not to spam the DJ page.


23:45 GMT – Sleep

Body-guarding
I save a lady twice. First someone puts her on a truck over some train tracks and I just get her out at the last minute. Later we’re on a boat and I see a guy approaching her with a gun on his hand. He’s someone she knows and she trust him but I sound the alarm and just avert another murder attempt.

Incinerating a landscape
I’m hovering some natural landscape with a big lake or sea and there’s some nasty stuff contaminating the waters. I’m shooting beams from my hands into land and water that blow up the whole thing. I see it catching fire, feel very disturbed with this destruction but I know that it’s for a greater good.

5:30 GMT

Burning attachments
My house was on top of some cliff and there was really bad storm going on, landslides and so on. The house broke into pieces, little by little and we lost everything. First I cried for the loss, but then I focused on the fact that we (me and family) were still alive and that was the most precious possession, so I started feeling this comfy feeling of peace of mind and liberation.
I walk to a nearby house that is still standing, with the few possessions I managed to rescue and inside I find this guy watching TV as if nothing happened. I feel he is responsible for what happened, I ask him why and despite already having felt inner peace, right now I feel an anger arising and I attack him. He is totally unaffected as if my punches don’t even touch him. At the same time I feel this mix of anger and attraction to him. He finally speaks and with much sorrow in his eyes he says my pain and anger are destroying him and then he transforms into a kind of androgynous fairy in dark clothes which slowly freezes like a block of ice. I realise my anger is killing him and I then feel compassion and love and slowly it unfreezes from that state. I then feel immerse in a sea of loving kindness and detachment, I transform. I now have a helmet and flamethrowers in my hands and with a bizarre floating dance, we both throw fire at the rest of this house and possessions saved and feel totally liberated as I watch them burn.

6:30 GMT

Artistic kid
I see these amazing drawings of a kid – he makes beautiful nudes – and I want to know more about him. Then I see his life from above (as a movie) and see him in highschool, hanging around with his friends. Nothing really interesting, he’s just a kid with talent – and I think, there are so many out there!

Harassment
I am taking a shower at my mom’s place and as I come out of the bathtub my uncle C. enters the bathroom. I feel a bit surprised and upset, I just had time to pull a towel and cover myself. What is he doing here? He is wearing a monk’s robes but he is also hitting on me. I try to avoid him but it’s not easy, he corners me. Luckily my aunt also comes and gives me an opportunity to escape. Then there’s a shift in the dream. I pass into a city landscape and think I’m now in another dream and got rid of him, but he followed me here. He is just behind me, trying to catch me again but by then I am lucid and decide to fly away to leave him behind. I fly a little bit and see this gorgeous cityscape – really lovely, large sidewalks, monumental buildings and bridges, a long garden with red flower carpet. As I hover the flower carpet I lose the dream and wake up.

7:45 GMT – wake up

I am on an airplane, returning from London to Mexico. But I have to stop at New York. I see from the airplane window that there's a storm, and I sense things are falling apart. Then I'm in the car, in a bridge and things ARE falling apart. My dad, the driver, stops and we get down at an apartment. I go up and all families are going crazy, in the apartment where I'm staying the father says "Everybody, you must only have a walkman OR a blackberry, only one, not both." I grab my blackberry and my best friend, the apartment is starting to fall. Everybody is ready to die. I tell her to come with me, everybody knows we're trying to save them. How? Supposedly, I know how to. So we run and stop at a restaurant, this man calls us. He tells us we have to sell some things, and that we should sell it to the laundry next to us. Meanwhile, the apartments that face the bridge are all falling, everybody is ready to die,, except me. We go to the laundry, and there's no people to sell the stuff to. So I tell my friend not to enter. We come back to the man and he tell us that we have to go into the laundry or he'll punish us. My friend wants to go, but I stop her. I know there's a business going on that we shouldn't enter. I tell the man we're not going. He's sitting with another man, and the other man tells us he doesn't want to make us prostitutes, he hates to do that. Then the man that wants us to enter the laundry to be made sex slaves gets up and threatens to kill us, then siamese twins came and stabbed the man with a small knife, the man turned and stabbed the twins, and the three fell down to the floor, dead. Me and my friend ran, crying because of the twins and got to a place nearby, full of sand, and with inventions from the ancient until now. There we recieved notice that it had all finished, and we were safe. We had made it. I was not ready to die.

Hmm...a few FA's recently and now this. Momentum?

The Alcohol Lucid (dild)

Broz and I are in the kitchen and we have a drink. I begin feeling a little woozy and go up to my room. I fall asleep with the intention of having a lucid dream. I wake up in the middle of the night feeling even more woozy. I have a really difficult time walking, I feel real heavy. I look at the 20 or so fingers on my hand and begin to suspect I am dreaming. My vision is a little blurry.

World of Warcraft is on my computer. The buildings build themselves and dissemble themselves repeatedly. Fred Flintstone is also on the monitor. Yup, I am definitely dreaming. My hands again have too many fingers.

I drag my feet through the darkness and to the window. The screen is torn open and a great storm is brewing. I think about climbing onto the roof. The shred of lucidity I have waivers as I decide I better not climb onto the roof in case I am not dreaming. They'd call the police if a drunk guy is on the roof.

I still have a hard time walking, thinking, and seeing because my vision is lost multiple times. I am not lucid enough to use my normal techniques for re-entering the dreams. I try to pry my hands open to regain vision but it doesn't work. Lucidity is still weak because I think I might be blind. When I do get my eyes open, I wake up. I blame the poor quality on the strong effects of dream alcohol. And I am a little rusty.

I look out my bedroom window and find that there is debris from a storm covering my front lawn, and a horse is sitting where the mailbox should be. I run downstairs into the garage, but I can't find the opener near the door, so I run to the other end, where another opener is, and I find a dead squirrel on it. I yell and run back inside.

*Time Lapse*

I'm outside with my family looking at the damage from the storm, and I am eating something. Some dogs start coming into our yard, and my sister says it's because their owners never fed them. Soon, there are people who are acting like dogs that approach us, and we run inside to escape the zombie-dog-people.

Blair and I were at the beach. We were not actually on the beach, but right next to the beach in a city. As we were walking, there was a since of something bad happening in the air. You could just feel it. It also looking very stormy and windy.

So as were walking down the sidewalk next to the street, a loud noise explodes over my head. I could feel the pressure that came from the sound and it knocked me over right there on the street. Another reason it knocked me over because I was scared and I was a tad bit embarrassed that I fell over right on the street.

So I look up in the air to see what was the reason for this loud blast. It was a large plane flying very low. Everyone started to scream and whatnot because the plane was heading right for a building. It was very scary, but as it hit the building, it kinda of just bounced off like a paper airplane! Everything got quite and it almost seemed like no one was surprised by this. Then a second one came, but much smaller. It did the same thing: hit the building and bounced off. No once found this weird except me! So we continued walking.

It was still stormy weather, and we wanted to find something to do. So we walked over to a zoo that was here at the beach. We walked into the front were the ticket office was it was under this big awning were a bunch of que lines were. I walked up and a lady that worked at the zoo was holding some sort of big, brown, slow monkey. I didn't say anything, but overheard here talking to a man that was questioning her. The lady was talking about whether or not the could open up some of the main exhibits because a lot of the animals were scared of the storm.

So we left and continued to walk down the road. There was a little "fold-up" table on the side of the sidewalk in the little grass patch and there were three guys sitting around it. Blair walks up to them and starts talking to them and asking question, but I did not here what she was asking. The guys were laughing and I heard one of them say, "How can you talk to us like that and stick your butt out like that when your boyfriend is right there!" This made me angry so I started walking. A fight between us ensued.

We went home, but for some reason it wasn't a beach house, but rather the house in Rolseville. We went to bed, but in different beds ( I don't know where she slept.) The next morning I woke up, and on the stairs there was a cake. On top of it, it had written, "Happy Birthday Daniel!" Blair had made this for me because she was sorry for what she did. I did not find it weird that is was NOT my birthday, and in fact my birthday is coming in no time soon!

Yesss! My 2nd LD. I wish I could say it was a WILD, but it was a DILD. This was almost similar to my first one, but it wasn't very long.

Note: I was sleeping in my brother's room. I think the LD had to do with the fact that I was in a different environment. Once again, I felt that this LD was semi-lucid. I don't remember feeling this dream, I just remember it as a lucid dream.

-The Robert Pattinson Summoning-
The only I remember was that I was at my Dad's house. It was all dark and stormy like. As I was walking down the stairs to the dining room I must've known how weird it felt. I probably thought: "I'm not supposed to be up this late..let alone be down here."

So I did an RC just to test my reality. I remember it clearly; I tried breathing through my nose twice. It felt like I had a stopped up nose (it sounded like it too) but I could still breathe throught it. Then BAM! It hit me. I must be dreaming!

I walked back up the stairs and stood in front of a mirror. It was a full body mirror. I could see the reflection. I was invisible, I can't describe it. (At this time, I wasn't really in my right mind, because I have no idea why I did this next thing) I tried to summon Robert Pattinson. In the mirror, I looked behind me. As I was imagining him, it seemed like there was a purple mist behind me, glowing and sparkling. I turned around, no Robert Pattinson. So I turned around back to the mirror.

Then Robert appeared. He came from behind the pillar (which the mirror was leaning up against). He walked up to me; and he looked a little different. He said, "Here, have this." So I took it and stared at it. The thing looked like an iPhone but the size of a Ken. It had some kind of writing on it, which I cannot remember. He disappeared, and I woke up./

-The Storm-
There was a very large storm that went on. So, I had to act fast. (this dream felt like Evan Almighty) I jumped on the nearest yacht (I think it was) and tried to steer it to get everyone else. At the end, after the storm I remember this: This might have been lucid, but I'm not so sure. At this part, it felt so real. It even felt realer than the dream up above. Inside the boat looked like my mother's house. But, there was no basement. I walked through the living room, and looked up. 3 birds were flying around on the ceiling. I saw a few broken pipes, where the basement door had been. I heard my dad in my mom's room, so I said to him, "Dad, what are those birds doing in here?" I can't remember his answer though. I woke up.

6/30/10

I am in a semi dark wooden house.. the lights that light up the room are dim. I noticed everything is wooden.. the walls, ceiling and floors. Dark oak.
I see movement on the floor and started screaming it appeared to be a rat. There were others in the house that witnessed this and began to search for the rodent. One guy catches what appears to be an overgrown mouse and he starts to attempt to kill it but winds up injuring the animal. So I took it upon myself to break it's neck to stop it from suffering.
I grab hold of this mouse and it starts to bite me in the hand. So I immediately disregard the pain and crack the mouse's neck bending it back and twisting fast.
Finally the mouse is immediately dead and someone else decides to hold onto it.. than again another rodent appears running around and under the bed. I go to see where it had went and I notice this hole in the wall. I move the bed over and get on my knees and look into this hole. I see a room light and empty and it appears to look like a church. So I turn and tell the others " hey it looks like another room in there". The owner who lives there tells me no that is impossible. I said "sure look" he kneels down and is amazed at it..I get down too and was freaked out at how good of a view I was able to get.. it was as if the hole opened up more.
I felt a trickle of water on my cheek and looking more into the hole I saw it was raining in that room.
The guy with the dead mouse said " hey we should get rid of the other rodent so it doesn't infest the house anymore". I agree that it was a good idea to lure the mouse with the dead one. So I turn around to the dresser and they are putting seeds in the dead carcass of the mouse.. I wondered why they were doing it but ignored and leaned up against the wall.
Right next to me I felt wind against my leg and saw a huge wet foot print appear. I was like wow! that is a big foot!... the place moved a bit and I told the other people who were there... " I think we should get out of here something is not right".
They agree.. but the hole in the wall is getting big revealing the other room.. so we start to see huge foot prints appearing.. it was like some sort of giant spirit was marching around.
All of a sudden I find myself in one of the rooms and it was raining hard outside. I am holding a very small new born infant and someone asked me " wow that is a beautiful baby he is so small".. out of no where I said " Yes he was born 3 months early and his name is Micheal." The baby is curled up against me so tiny it was incredible. We start to hear harsh stomping .. the room door is closed and we start to gather near the bed scared. All of a sudden this huge giant appears peering through the door he busted through. He was bald headed with a white beard and his eyes were closed. I was scared and wanted to leave. The whole place was getting soggy from the rain and the giant was just weird.
He told me he was not going to do anything because I had the baby and the baby was stronger than him...
...weird dream...

Dream starts off with me in the downtown section of city I do not recognize. The streets are empty of cars and people. It is daytime but the sky is dark with fast moving, stormy clouds. It is not raining but very windy. I have a portable radio with me and the news report says that there is a severe tornato warning in effect. In the distance I can see several tornados twisting and crisscrossing along the horizon and they are coming closer. Every door I try to shops or homes along the street are locked and I start to panic because I cannot find any shelter.

At the end of one street I can see a park with a cement wall bathroom facility. Thankfully the door is unlocked and I can go inside. There are five stalls and I hide in the middle on and cover my head, fearfull that the windows will shatter and drop broken glass all over me when the tornados hit. The sound of the wind howling increases to an almost deafening level and the building starts to shake as the tornados approach. The windows shatter and part of the roof is ripped off as they hit. Everything that is not bolted down gets sucked out of the hole in the roof. I have to cling desperately to a metal bar above the stall door to avoid getting sucked out myself, though I fear the worst when the bathroom stalls begin to shake violently and start to unbolt.

The tornado passes and there is sudden silence. I have a permanant marker in my pocket and I write "This metal bar saved my life" on the bar that I clung too desperately. I turn on my radio again and the news report is saying that more tornados are on the way. No longer feeling safe in the ravaged bathroom facility, I risk going outside to find a better place to hide. Beyond the park is a cemetary and a two storey church. The door has been shaken loose by the storm and I can slip inside. The inside of the church looks like any other except for hundreds of vinyl records laying on the pews and altar. I think that coming here was a bad idea because those vinyl records would be deadly projectiles if airborn, but I cannot leave because several tornados are closing in rapidly.

The church has a basement and I go downstairs to find a place to hide. I am surprised to find that there are four people already taking shelter down there. There is a black couple dressed like they just stepped out of the seventies, a Hispanic man in grey business suit, and an old hippy man with long grey hair in braids and a long grey beard. The black woman introduces herself as Cleopatra (or Cleo for short) and her partner introduced himself as Ben. I cannot remember the suit dude's name but the Hippy introduces himself as Leo as he is rolling a joint from a large bag of marijuana that he is carrying.

I ask the hippy why he is rolling a joint at a time like this and he says "If I'm going to die, man, than I'm going to die high as a kite, man" which amuses the black couple and myself. The Hispanic man scoffs and tells the old hippy that he is wasting his time. I mention that it is funny that Cleo and Leo have such similar names.

The building begins to shake as the wind howls wildly. A tornado hits and debris and vinyl records start flying down the basement stairs. We are all huddled in the far corner behind a cement pillar and are safe from most of the debris. There is a huge crack and crashing sound from upstairs and we discover after the tornado has passed that the church has collapsed on itself. There is enough room for us to slip out of the collapsed building though and get out alive.

I listen to the radio again and hear that the storm is far from over and Cleo points out more tornados in the distance that are approaching. The Hispanic dude gets scared and runs away by himself, ignoring our pleas that we should stick together. The old hippy says that he has a storm shelter within the city in the industrial section but it is far and we'd have to find a car to get us there. His Westfalia microbus just happens to be sitting on a side street near by and it is undamaged to we get in and drive through the back alleys to the industrial section of the city. Along the way we have to dodge many other cars scrambling to get out of the city before the next tornado hits, including a blue semi which almost runs us off the road.

Leo's shelter is located between two large factories and when we go inside we find other people who have taken shelter there, including a mother with two children, some vagrants and a man who is passed out in the middle of the floor. Leo closes the door and we all listen to my portable radio and wait out the storm (as Leo rolls some more joints and passes them around). The announcer on the news says that half of the city has been destroyed by tornados and that they are still coming. No one knows when the storm will end.

The dream ends about there.

Morning of April 9, 1984. Monday.



I was in bed, listening to The Alan Parsons Project’s “Tales of Mystery and Imagination: Edgar Allan Poe”. I imagined the imagery and detail. It was one of my favorite cassettes of the time, along with their “I Robot” album.

In one vivid dream of the “mystery girl”, the petite Persian Hungarian gypsy girl from Australia (with a curious mixed accent) with the beautiful green eyes and dark curly hair, there is a storm coming; a large tornado. This, for whatever reason, does not concern me all that much.

As the tornado gets closer, I do feel a slight wariness. The tornado is the lower half of the Merkaba in dreams, and at other levels, is the unknown future or “destiny” if you will. On another level it is the energies of the supraconscious (Universal Mind) in connecting with other levels of consciousness as perceived by the conscious mind; that is, other “realms” of mind and supraconscious exchanging energies as a new force as with a cold front meeting a warm front in causing wind and stormy weather. As I am at least partly lucid, I am not worried about being killed. Once I step into the tornado I see a beautiful young girl and recognize her as my “dream girl”. She leans back on a bed and as I approach her (in this case, I somehow see myself approaching her) there is a sense of wholeness. It is almost as if I rose above the tornado and looked down into it, where everything was clear and blue, a circular portal; an image of fulfillment.

In a dream within a dream, I am seemingly Edgar Allan Poe in a way. My dream journals are so extensive that I have indexes within indexes, often copied to new journals with additional important observations and notes added. A raven wants to be fed stale undercooked hamburger, which it seems to like more than bologna or canned fish. I seem to receive a very important “warning” related to not allowing “ordinary” people to influence me in any way and not allow them to “interpret” not only my dreams, but even ideas I develop over time out of life experiences. I sensed an unusual idea that other people one day, around the world, would see a small part of my childhood dream work as well as other writing. Of course, this seemed like a preposterous idea. How could one just “show their dreams on television for others to watch” whenever they felt like it? Perhaps the advancements of computers could achieve this? Likely far too expensive for the average person to ever be feasible…

One person said that the tornado was related to my “mental turmoil” (though I had less “turmoil” than others I knew) over my pretense that I would be married to a beautiful girl and have children within ten years or so. The raven was perhaps a burden, it was claimed, a “shadowy presence” representing despair, “a shadow hanging over me”. However, in my dreams, my two youngest “fictional” children learn from the raven, which speaks to them of the patterns of life and nature. I supposed other people would have been happy over me never marrying who I considered the most beautiful girl on Earth in another country. People in general have mostly only “cop outs” to share, “cop outs” which never have any value, except in learning and knowing what not to do or what not to believe from others or society as a whole.

Years later, in real life, after I married my dream girl, “our” raven sat on my chair watching me type on my computer. My two healthy and loving children enjoyed having a raven in the house for a few weeks until I decided it was fully healed (from a non-fatal dog attack) enough to fly on its own. It still came back and said “hi” now and then…but there was one time at the computer, when I reached behind me to give it a piece of raw stale hamburger and gave it a pat that I thought of the potential for the majority of “ordinary” human beings to ever accept the truth…or in fact, have any credibility at all. I almost thought I heard the raven quote (deep in the recesses of my mind) “nevermore”.