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I had precognition ability. I was in a forest. There's a rhino-alligator. There ARE rhino-alligators. One tried to chase me. I jumped on a tree stump. It didn't chase me there. I think I tried to fly.

I was in school. I was flying around but only on roof level. Sis and Nimz were there.

Night. I was traveling with friends. I was in Bacolod. The jeepney dropped us along Lacson St near Ramos. We had to go down and take a trisikad (bike with sidecar). We ate somewhere. Outdoors. We walked. We were going home. We walked out (?) of the hotel to the street. There were cars. I think we were going to take a cab.

2.1.2016

Last night shift from 5-10pm

Slept from 2am-9am

[Yesterday I read a book about Just Paying attention. So I was doing it most of the day, trying to keep my attention on what I was doing. For ex. I was carrying a box, so I would say: I'm looking at my hands, I have black gloves on, I have a box, I'm walking, looking around, there are people, are these DCs, HI DC!, ... and just basically noticing things around me and acknowledging them.]

Woke up with memory of a DILD.

I am with some people when I realize I should be dreaming and lucid. I count my fingers but I decide I'm not dreaming. Immediately after that I KNOW I am ALWAYS dreaming and lucid so I recount.

I count one by one, all the way to 12 on my left hand, to make a show for those people. I'm amazed, because every one of my fingers is dressed in pyjamas. Light blue with some toys and teddies like a baby's soft flanel pyjama. When I come to 12, people are also amazed.

I walk to the window and tell them "Now I'm gonna do what I always do when lucid. I'm going for a flight". And I jump out the window.

I'm flying superman style (I normally fly in standing up position, kinda like a hummingbird) over some sand. I realize I wanted to see the Lencois Sand Dunes in Brazil.

So I bank left and there they are.

One lake is more beautiful than the other. All different colors and shapes.

Turqoise, green, blue. I can hear myself go "uuuuuu" and "aaaah" and I'm surprised and amazed at such beauty.

Little further down, also in sand dunes are some low, elongated openings to the underground. It seem to me that those are the ends of lava tubes where lava was coming out from. Not sure why, because they don't look like it. (I have been to a real one on the Big Island of Hawaii).

After all this I write down the 12 fingers, the lakes and I feel especially important part is how I realized that I am ALWAYS DREAMING. I knew I'm writing this down in a dream but I was hoping it will help me remember after I wake up. (This is second time I done this)

Jan 6, 2016

There zombies. I was running at night on the right. It was dark and hard to see. I was going out of our hometown, heading south.

I was in a dormitory, trying to find a place to sleep/hide. There was a vampire. I moved/led to my parents' room to hide.

I was traveling in a bus from our hometown, heading south. I was with mom and sis. There was a lady behind us on the bus that was talking. We know her. I can't remember her name now but I did in the dream.

I'm not sure about the chronological order of this dream.

It's a post-apocalyptic setting again, but this time the apocalypse happened very recently; we still don't know how bad it is, and what exactly has changed. I'm walking through a facility set in a warehouse with a man in a lab coat; there's a lot of people running around with files and tablets, making impromptu meeting and talking. It's badly lit, and I feel like I'm underground, even thought I can see a boat on the otherside of the warehouse, ad the light boncing of the waves painting pattern on the ceiling. I overhear a man talking about going to live at sea, on oil-extracting platform. I point out to the man walking with me that thoses platform are limited in space and food, so that's not a viable move. He leads me to a computer and we can see the number of people killed, separated in profession in a kind of spreadsheet. He points the physicians to me, telling that one in forty got killed. The number of killed physicians is two hundreds, and the cell color is orange.
I'm outside now, with a middle aged woman, in an alley between two buildings. It's a very sunny day, the shadows on the orange walls are razor sharp, an the metallic mesh closing one end of the alley is glittering. There's also a grey plastic table against the wall to my left, with a box on it. A man with sunglasses pick something up in the box and put it in his mouth. I sprint to him and kiss him, stealing the thing in the process. It's slightly sweet and chewy, like gum. Now that I'm close I recognize David, and he take another gum; it's small, white and tubular shaped, like a rubber from the end of a mechanical pencil.
We're back inside the warehouse, with the man and David, and we learn that we have to ask for help to some people. I know that they aren't normal human, and I pick a photograph of one of them, telling the crowd that I know him, that I call him Raphael. One of the people ask him how much I know him, and I answer that he likes me in white. We decide that me and David will go looking for him.
We're on a road, in a middle of a forest; I check a map, it seem that we are in Europe, somewhere between Germany and Russia. The sun is high in the sky, but the air is pretty chilly. David got a jeans, hicking boots and a warm coat, but I'm in a white, flowy dress. It cover my arms and go down to the floor, but it's made of a light material, in lots of layers. We've been walking for a long time and I complain that we're running out of road. We finally reach a big building, well integrated into the forest, with big glass walls and dark woods. The door has a steel inlay, and I walk in with David. Inside the floor is carpeted, the wall painted white and with the same dark wood panneling. It has the slightly cushy warm of central heat. I go to the admission desk, letting David sit in one of the armchair overlooking the road. The receptionnist is a small, blond-haired woman with a tight ponytail that brush her neck. She listens to me and talks into her headset before gesturing me to go to the armchair. I give her a smile and turn around, but before I can move Raphael enter the room.
He's a towering, willowy man, crowned with golden curls. He's wearing a long-sleeved light blue t-shirt over a jean and his fingers are stained with paint. He notices me and pulls me off the floor into a bearhug, and I get a good look of his freckled, charming face and light green eyes.
Later, I'm walking into the nearby city with David, the warm of the sun nicely contrasting with the chillness of the air. We're on a very pretty, pedestrian street made of sandstone. David makes me laugh, and I can see from the corner of my eye Raphael, walking with a small group of friends ahead of us turning around and looking for me. David whispers to me that Raphael agree to help because he's infatued with me. I laugh at the idea, but Raphael big smile when he hears my laugh seem telling.


Yeah, Eli does find that there's an awful lot of people loving me recently

I was walking towards a place, via roads. Some were unfamiliar. I was going to Rob's place. I was walking all over the place at first, passing by what seemed like the roads surrounding QC Memorial Circle. Then I arrived at a place that looks familiar: the walls of my elementary school. I walked up the road. I went "inside" somehow. I was looking at a lake or seaside area. It was an illusion created by technology. There were a few people there. I was looking for a shade under the tree. I sat beside them without any of us minding it. Rob texted where I was. I told him near/in front of his house. I then wondered whether I should have texted first that I was heading here since they might be elsewhere.

12.06.15

I worked yesterday, had night off today and tomorrow

I'm told that I can move to an island off of Sweden. It's a manmade island made of wood. I'm under water, coming up to surface. There is lots of seaweed and light is filtered by them. I'm only few feet under the surface. I'm watching the bubbles rise, how the seaweed is moving with the waves and some sea slug on a large leaf. I'm amazed. I come up and see a large rectangular island that looks like a pontoon.

Next I'm on the island and i feel sand under my feet. It's hard to believe that it's all on wood, because sand seems to be deep.

Someone needs to poop, so they squat behind some drift wood. They cover it with showel and sand. I wonder if someone makes a hole next to it and they showel sand on it, if they uncover the old poop 0_0.

I was waiting for a train. I had to cross the tracks to get to the right side and buy tickets. The tracks are just on the ground. There's no fence whatsoever. I rode the train.

We passed by a "Katipunan" area. It's a gated community. We're supposed to go through it but the wooden gates (made of tree trunks) did not open. We had to go around. It's a challenge because we had to put the tracks while we're moving forward. We also had to put them on large(?) wine glasses. Someone (the driver) pointed out that I was brave to be the first/volunteer. I was like, "Eh?" Then I went to the front anyway.

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Notes:

- I let my mind wander while I try to be "centered" when I went to sleep.
- It took a while before I fell asleep.

11.07.15

sleep 3:45pm-10pm

Finally recall.

I'm somewhere in US with my mom. She says we are going somewhere to see our family. So I buy a plane ticket.

Sitting on an airplane. Window seat. I notice that it's rather comfortable. After you squeeze into your row, the seat itself is larger and more comfy than on other planes. I realize it's because this is a smaller plane.

Somehow I don't know where we are going. We just landed and are taxiing to the airport building. Going under few bridges that look like tunnels. I tell my mom this looks like tunnels in town where we live in europe. Just then I glance a city in the distance and it's New York. I tell her "we are in NY, NY!" Is that where we were going? She says yes, so I'm like cool, I got the right plane ticket.

Some people are getting off, so is my mom. I get up an start walking to the door, but stop to grab a in-flight magazine to learn what type of an airplane this is so I can travel with same one next time. I'm only few seconds behind others, but by the time I get to the door, flight attendant just closed it. I say I'm getting off, so she opens it and I quickly walk out.

There is no airport building, only a dirt field. I look back and there is a chain link fence with small, faded metal sign saying the name of the airport. I'm trying to make it out and remember it. The last part of the name is ...Field.

We walk into some small bar. My mom shows the barkeep a map and asks him how to get to the marked address. It's a crossing of 2 streets. Barkeep writes down few bus line names. A bus arrives outside and leaves. I say there was a bus, but he says we should take a tour bus line, otherwise the bus driver may get mad.

I look at the map. My mom keeps mentioning we need to get to Bonaventura. But the name of 2 cross streets is different. Then I remember that Bonaventura is a name of the building her mom's sister lives. We are going to visit her. I saw the building on the google. It's very nice, with a doorman and all.

2.
We are sitting at the table as guests on come cooking competition. There are 4 kitchens for the competitors. They have teams of 4-5 people. My mom is asking them a lots of questions just to be annoying. I tell her to stop, they need to think what they gonna cook. When she doesn't stop, I walk up to the group of judges and I wait for them to finish evaluating before I tell them about mom. They say it's time to leave anyway. My mom is not happy, but I tell her that guests are allowed to stay only for first half anyway.

I'm in a place where people travel in lift. It looks like a airport, with white tiles and tired travelers, but people wait around lifts rather that gates. The economic classes travels standing up, twenty per lifts, while paying extra allow you to travel seated, zight per lift. I wait my turn, holding a crystal teardrop shaped phial. When it fills with bright yellow foarm, I know it's time to get in. I enter my lift and open the folding seat, it's red velvet. accross from me is a middle aged busness man, to my right a woman, to my left the door. The lift fills in and the door close with a ting! then we're moving up. The man sitting in front of me starts to go on and on about how he can't différenciate men and women of asian origin and how they all looks the same to him. I dryly remark that a chinese man could say that all western men look the same to him, and of course he is rightfully indignant, not getting the hint.
We get off the lift and I go on my merry way, reaching a sort of seminar. A man hand me inking supplies and I find a table to try them, edging myself between rather famous artists in the process.

10.26.15

This was yesterday during afternoon sleep, before my nightshift. Last day of nightshifts, as today I'm starting day - afternoon shifts.

I'm in Bulgaria, in a hotel by the sea. From the street it looks like rather small hotel, size of those in Miami beach. One side looks at the street, the other one on the ocean. It sits right on the sand. But the thing is, the sand is eroding and that make the building sit on a top of a 35 feet tall cliff made of beach sand. We are laying outside on towels when one of us starts to slide down. I grab him by the hand but when I see somebody else safely sliding down the steeply sloping cliff, we slide down too.

We are trying to decide wather to move someplace else, ecause this might be dangerous.

I look out the window and see a low tide. I go outside wanting to walk along the beach for a long distance, to look around. There are wet flat rocks where the water receded from and I'm looking at the distance to see if it's coming back soon. Someone points out a channel made in the rock that has water trickling in it, and that is the way water will return.

The whole scene is beautiful, authentic, detailed, colorful.

Now we are inside because it;s raining. It's dark outside. I hear 3 lound bangs as lightnig hits the top of the hotel which now is a huge tower, kinda like the Empire State Building. Someone jokes "3 bangs" referring to some scenes from horror movies. We say it was bound to happen, since it's the tallest building in the state and maybe of the hemisphere.

I look outside and there is a bright ball shaped object moving out of site and back. I start yelling "ball lightning" and I get a tiny bit uneasy. others look too.

Then I had this new version of "looking for a restroom" dream. I apparently had 3 buttplugs I had to take out. So I'm carrying a cheap plastic cup of oil with me, looking for a restroom. The cup is cracked and leaking and I'm holding my hand under it to catch the drips. But people are looking at me anyway. I come into a restaurant looking for a seat so I can do it in private, but I get frustrated thinking how is having a seat in the restaurant gonna help me? Its not the same as the seat in the restroom.

I was in a bus with mom. I bought an electric fan. It's connected to a power outlet in the bus. I thought it was stolen in the last bus stop. The bus moved ahead to the next nearby stop. I went down and waited for the guy I thought stole the fan. Turned out he was carrying a birdcage. Went back inside the bus. The conductor moved the fan.

In my room at home. I was sleeping, or at least lying down. Mom was outside the windows and said something to the effect of me just sleeping when we have no more money. She went into my room to turn off the fan. I got annoyed because I was still resting.

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Notes:

- Earlier today, I got a message from sis hinting that she wants me to send mom money because she "forgot."
- Fell asleep last night thinking about how nothing really matters.

10.17.15

sleep 2:30pm-9:40pm

Just before waking up:

I am visiting Peru with my dad, brother and other people. We are walking through some ancient place. Advanced civilization used to live there. I was wondering just how advanced they were, if having modern type doors makes them advanced.

It's a elongated site as if on the edge of a mountain or a cliff. Lots of ruins of buildings. Everything is in reddish clay.

My dad tells me that when he visited last time, they didn't go all the way to the end. And I should go there, because the view is great. As I'm walking, I look down and I find a 20 peseta coin. It looks old. I squat down to look for more. I remember my dreams how I find coins in them just like this.

We keep going and there is what seems to be the end, but I look beyond and the real end is there. It's a window opening in the clay wall.

Somewhere along this I look at the map of Peru to see where is this site, and my brother buys a brochure. I realize we got there by airplane and see our location to be in middle or middle north of Peru. I know it's not Machu Picchu, because I'm wondering why we didn't go there, and that perhaps next time we do that. It's not Puma Punku either, because I recall that name in a dream as well. I'm trying to come up with a name of that site. I know where we are, just the name eludes me. I know it's not as famous or visited as the others mentioned.

As I carefully fold my map of Peru, I grab another one that my brother left behind and I fold it too. I will take it for a friend of mine who collects maps. I bet he doesn't have one from there.

When we are back at the hotel, I'm walking on the grass field, coming back to hotel and taking pictures of the area with my red phone. I know ecaxtly how the phone works and I snap a few pictures. As I'm walking through this field which is not a lawn, I think to myslef to be careful of snakes and stuff, it's Peru afterall, an exotic country.

I'm asking when are we leaving, because I need some postcards and suveniers. They don't know, but I get from my aunt, that plane leaves at 19:30. I ask her "so, that's 7:30, right"? She says yes. So I say that we will be leaving at least 4-5 hrs before that, so around 2:30 or so.

I'm looking at some pottery that is somehow ours. It was perhaps part of a suvenier package we recieved. The small abstract object the size of opened hand is from black clay and the grooves are filled with fresh red clay/soil. As I'm cleaning it off, I tell my mom I'll leave some of that red clay on it, it will make it more authentic and I like the contrast with black.

Semi-decent WBTB gave me good viviness but zero lucidity. Let's try that again shall we.

I'm with my mother in her car, and we're traveling through the contry. It's very peaceful, everything is sunny and the forest are lush and bright, deep green. We talk about someone I'm worried about IRL*, and on cue we're trying to get out of a hospital parking lot. It takes some maneuvers but my mother manage to get us out and back on the peaceful road. We reach a small twon, build on a steep hill. All the house are in old, weathered beige stones, with red tiles roofs and accent of potted plants and bright drapes. The road are paved with stones of the same color that the houses. Some of the houses are linked together with small aisles and overpass, it looks lit the town grown on itself over the years, becoming quite maze-like. I walk in a house and go up some stairs to enter another house, where the very old owner agressivly throw me out. I smell smoke, and see that the town hall is on fire, emitting a thick yellow smoke.
There are children running from it and firemen running to it, I join them to steer the reimaining children away. One of the fireman thanks me, and ask for my help to do the same with dogs trapped inside. The smoke is suffocating but I try, and soon there's dogs running everywhere. I don't recognize any of they breed, but some are clearly overzised. One of them, lanky in build with dark shaggy fur take a liking in me and follow me around, giving me doggy kisses and rubbing against me.

*The engineer I worked with during my training period. He gave me some new recently and things aren't easy for him.

I'm in a gigantic boat, all steel and rust. I have to share my cabin with two other girls, and it's implied that there are many more. We're en route to a nebulous location othersea, and while not exactly happy about it we will be glad to get off the boat.
A woman open the cabin door to chid us, telling me that I need to turn in my drawnings ASAP, while giving contradictory instructions. I decide to take one of the other girl hair as model, and when free them from the hair clips. I start to drown, then wake up.

No snake involved in last night dream, have an adventure instead.

I am in a east-european village, all stone and narrow muddy paths, with an overcast sky and chilling atmosphere. There isn't many people in the street, save for a black carriage without horses and a older gentleman with sweeping white hair. I walk to him and he hands me a curved sword. I tie it to my waist and go on to the center of the village; I need to go throught it to reach a castle looming on a hill. I put the sword to good use as a group of bandits attacked me with a knife that looks like it's made from a rasor blade monted on a oyster knife's handle. I know that this thing is made to slit throat and I dispatch them. I then go to the inn, it's pretty packed but I can't put my weapon away; I feel a painful pressure everytime I try.
I head out and finaly reach the castle. A pack of giant wolves is waiting for me, some of them with brlood red fur. I slay the ones who attack me, before one of the survivor take me on his back to enter the castle. What's left of the pack is following us, I notice that they're all brown, and somme of them have ribbon around their necks. I get off my wolf companion and walck up some stairs with an white wolf playfully nipping at my heels*. I become aware that someone is narrating what I'm doing, but I don't pay close attention to it.
The celling is lower and lower, I have to go to a big door that open in a high-celing room that seem to cover all the back of the castle. I swich on the light and see an enormous cat I think is mine** an go to the over side of the room, which is full all light thanks to gigantic windows. I can see the slab grey sea, an manucured lawn and a blue pool.
I subdue the light so my wolfs can come with me and find a deckchair to lounge on. My family join me, and I use mind power to lock the door going into the dark room for their safety. My grand mother start complaining about it and the windows start slamming open because of a strong wind. I try to keep them closed with my mind, but I can't until I make microscopic holes in the glass panel, "so the salt can go through" as my grand-mother say.

The dream flicker and I'm buying clothes with my sister before waking up.

*an habit of my sister's dog, who does have white fur.
**which is funny, because the mighty kitty is mighty in his mind but not much in his size.