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Walking... walking down to my old workplace in the call center. But the place is different. It was afternoon. The place looked like a forest. I had to jump over some obstacles. I asked the people there if this is the right place. They said yes, and pointed to the right direction.

I arrived... at school, in college. I was going to take an exam. I saw Ridane in one of my examination. He was complaining. We went home, on a taxi. The driver preferred to have the windows on the driver side and the front passenger side open, for some reason. But it's raining, so he got wet, as well as the inside of the taxi. I looked outside at the unfamiliar place, with lots of construction being done. There was no passenger in front of me, but there are two ladies to my left. I don't know who they are. They're just talking with each other. It was a bumpy ride.

We arrived at Victorias, and Ridane invited me to stop by. I said sure, I'll just go home at 10 p.m., at the latest. There was a party, like a birthday, or at least a celebration. There were pork dishes. I talked to a girl there. She asked about Ridane. I told her how he complained that the examiner was late, and how he complained when the exam was cancelled. She was sitting down, taking off her shoes (?) while I told her.

I was at home, with sis. We just studied something from a book (?). I went out to our front yard and told her I want to fly. I jumped and tried to fly, but I couldn't. I asked her why. She said something about waiting for mom. We had a pet out in the yard, something that dived into the watery area.

Flight. We arrived in Manila to get something. We're going back in the evening. I asked sis what time, and she said 2700H, or around 9 p.m. (yes, it's not freakin' military time). It was morning so she thinks we still have time, but I told her best to get our tickets already. I still have to go back (here or somewhere else) tomorrow, and then go back home tomorrow afternoon/evening. I just turned my back, and before I know it, she's back and has printed, and even organized the printed "tickets" into folders. I was surprised.

Then I asked her if she included a photocopy of her ID as well, since she used her card to buy the tickets. Otherwise, I won't be able to board the plane. She said no, she didn't bring her IDs. I crossed to the other side of the street at an ATM to withdraw money. I entered the wrong password. Tried again, got it right. I checked my balance and it showed only a little over 3,000. That didn't seem right.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG
23:00 GMT

Black holes
Just recall vivid image of strange black-holes (although very colourful) in the sky, sucking up cars and buildings and maybe people, but not me.

3:20 GMT

Trip to Morocco
Zilla calls and says she got those tickets for that trip to Morocco she invited me to before. But it is this afternoon, at 17h30, so we need to go to the airport right away. I have no time to pack my bag and just go take the bus to the airport. I meet her on the bus and I tell her I rush up and had no time to even bring underwear or toothbrush, so I hope at least we’ll have time at the airport for some shopping. But then I realise I haven’t even brought my wallet, no money or cards.
I call my BF and we meet him at some bus stop further ahead, where he is coming out of his work. I ask him to borrow me his credit card and then we head to another bus or something to keep going to the airport.
I ask my friend about duration of the trip and she tells me we leave on this afternoon (Thursday) and we’ll be back on Saturday, so a short trip. I had warned mymomthis could happen but then I remember my dad has no clue and I decide maybe it’s better not even tell him, he won’t even notice my absence for just a few days.

Lorelai and Luke
I’m Lorelai Gilmore from the Gilmore Girls series (it’s playing on TV here now) and I’m with Luke in my home. We’re about to go out, not even on a date, just to do something, but I ask if he wants to shower first. He asks me “With you?” and I’m totally surprised but loving the idea so I think “Hell, yeah!”. Then we are undressing in the bathroom and he is hot and we are on to a very hot shower and even hotter sex.

6:10 GMT

Travel to Morocco part 2
Again on my way to the airport with Zilla. We took a cab for the last part of the way. We’re very late and we run out of the taxi as soon as it stops. As we enter the airport a series of obstacles “happen”, like the sliding glass door transforms into a brick wall right in front of my eyes. Zilla is freaking out, but I suddenly get really calm and tell her “who cares, it’s just a dream!”.
I turn back and the taxi is no longer a taxi but a car-shaped retro-illuminated screen on the floor. Some people are looking at it, not knowing what it is. I say maybe it can be used as a portal and encourage them to jump on it. A guy jumps and goes through it. Then a couple is discussing it amazed but not brave enough to do the same. Then a really cute tiny dog appears and jumps on it, I guess trying to follow his owner who left him behind? The poor doggie jumps again and nothing. He starts to bark and I feel sorry for the little fella. I pick him up and decide to take him along with me. I have no clue where the other guy went, but at least the doggie won’t be alone. And he is cute and I decide it will be fun to have a “lucid” pet with me. I jump thinking about going to the moon, but once again i fail, because after the freefall sensation I just wake up.

8:00 GMT

Morning of September 22, 1974. Sunday.

Dream #: 2,834-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



My dream self becomes aware of imaginary kinaesthesia (as a result of vestibular system ambiguity during sleep atonia) before the illusion of riding in a vehicle begins to compensate for my status of being in REM sleep. (There is no “interpretation” in this as it is how my dream originates.)

I am riding in the back seat of a taxi on Highway 17 in Florida in the late morning. It is going south to Arcadia instead of north to my home in Cubitis.

The driver is an elderly black male (who had driven the taxi I had taken in real life a few days previously except that it was to ride home from school).

The overpass crumbles and collapses when the vehicle is at the highest point, and the taxi plummets.

However, as a result of being aware I am in the dream state, I simultaneously phase through the roof of the taxi and fly above the scene without concern. As I look at the setting below, the overpass has become rubble. The landscape seems miniaturized, and the taxi is now the size of a Matchbox Car. This viewpoint is not a result of flying high above the scene, as the distance is seemingly minimal.

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PRECOGNITIVE: Despite this dream resulting from the usual sleep atonia to myoclonus compensation, they dynamited this overpass on October 25, 1988, in real life, and removed the rubble. (Construction began in 1937. See the image if available.) I left Cubitis in 1978 to live in Wisconsin.

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