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    1. super power burgers

      by , 12-09-2016 at 09:46 PM
      In dream i have made overpayment of 10,000 which is weird as when I woke up on news first item was talking about 10,000.

      I had a dc was asking me to fly them up to a high up level of a hotel. They know that I can change the dream and want my help. I fly them up and into the hotel, it has lots of open balconies.
      Inside we go to the restaurant and I change the restaurant into more of a american style dinner inside the hotel. They are serving burgers but we want veggie ones so they change before my eyes to crumb coated veggie ones, semi lucid I woke up.

      On a very hot small beach it is swelting and we are listening to a guy on a camel. I am so thirsty but there is no fresh water. I say f**k this and a woman with a kid there agrees it is a total rip off . We are expected to hang out here for 4 hours and we paid for this, were off. We head up off the beach and into what seems like the corridors of an airport with lots of glass. Though we were supposed to be escaping by boat.
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    2. 25 Oct: Humanitarian, artisans and discussing parenthood

      by , 11-03-2010 at 02:51 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      23:00 GMT Ė sleep

      Humanitarian work
      On a remote place, I feel it might be Sikkim, doing humanitarian work, saving children. But I canít say to anyone what it is my work.
      I cross a suspended bridge and take some pictures of it but I have to be careful, because the power is in the hands of some military group and they might confiscate my camera if they see me using it.
      Then I am with my family back home and they are asking me when I go back on my next mission.


      Weirdness just goes weirder
      On a cinema entrance, thereís a challenge going on with a really good prize. I have to untangle some yarn ball which is suspended in a high place without breaking some rules. Because levitating is not included in the rules, thatís exactly what I do, so I reach the yarn ball easily. Then I find some vine plants have grown around it and I also see a huge beetle. I wait for it to move away before untangling the yarn, but then the beetle transforms into a turtle that falls over my head. I just grab it as it falls and then return to the ground. Then Iím looking for a place to put it and see a fridge. Open it and on different shelves there are other turtles in the vegetable drawers. I find it bizarre, but I put this turtle on an empty drawer to.

      5:10 GMT

      Artisans fair
      I arrive early morning to some artisan fair on the fish market by the Lisbon port. For some reason I am hopeful that Nighthawk might appear but he doesnít show up. Itís so early the artisans are still preparing their booths. One of them is my friend TS. She recently separated from the father of her children but sheís already with some other guy. She introduces me to him, he looks handsome and she looks happy. Her older daughter is also there and seems to get along with him.
      Later they invite to join the lunch of the artists and I accept. Weíre all sitting around a big improvised table and I ask if they have something vegetarian, because whatís on the table has meat. The organizer of the event says yes, thereís something but makes a condescend smirk. Then someone brings a large bowl of rice and a huge pot with a kind of soup with red and white beans and a lot of vegetables Ė like carrots, and zucchinis Ė with their peel and still in one piece. First I feel disrespected, because it looks like food for the horses, but I eat it and actually it tastes good, so I donít complain anymore.


      New house and discussion on having kids
      Me and my boyfriend are looking for a cheaper house to live in and we find one in an old neighbourhood which is a bit old, but has 3 floors. The problems are the stairs are quite hard to climb and impossible to carry furniture through and I donít like the landlady. Also, the neighbours seem noisy. I tell the lady I will discuss it with my boyfriend.
      Then I meet my dad at another bigger house he found. Itís newer and also more expensive, but he is so excited about this one he already has the papers to sign on his hands. I want to trust his judgement, but I go around to take a look and find out itís just in front of a busy street with a market just in front and I predict it can get quite noisy. But in general I also like it. Then my father starts saying that because this oneís bigger, I would have space for a baby. I remind him a baby itís not in my plans. But I know this is important to him so I say, itís not 100% excluded, just not in the near future. He insists, saying that now is the right time, later might be too late, biologically speaking. Then I also remind him that me and my boyfriend donít want to have-have a baby, we still would prefer adoption. Then he goes ballistic. I know he hates the idea. He says an adopted kid will never really be ours and I say I would treat any adopted kid as my own. He says we would be investing on a child you never know what will turn out to be and I ask him if he really believes I would turn my back to my child, adopted or not, based on he/she not being what I expected Ė does any kid ever become what we expected? He canít discuss it rationally so he just goes to the other side of the house, infuriated. My mom also appeared and watched this discussion. She supports me and says he has to accept whatever our decisions is because it is our life.


      7:30 GMT Ė wake up
    3. 01 Oct: Meetings, nymph and instant karma

      by , 10-03-2010 at 11:28 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      23:30 GMT Ė Wake up

      Doing late hours
      On some office with my boyfriend. He works there. Itís on ground level, a long open space with several desks and a few cubicles. Itís 1 am and we stayed behind for him to finish some work. I then go to the entrance and meet this lady behind a desk. I ask her if sheís also working late and she tells me she is the security guard and is waiting for us to leave so she can also go home to her family. She is on her mobile talking to her kids and I feel so guilty. I go back tell my boyfriend who doesnít believe me needs to go out there and check for himself. We then try to rush up to leave and find out that more people were also still working late and also werenít aware they were keeping this lady stuck there.

      Meetings at university
      Iím with mom on the inner court of some university on a palace-like building on some foreign country. Thereís an inclined tower that used to be connected to the main building but is now falling apart. Itís being held by some scaffolds but clearly falling apart. My mom wants to go closer and take pictures but I hear it squeaking and I swear I saw it moving a few centimetres. Some people who are sitting on some terrace tables confirm it looks like itís going down soon.
      I then have to head to a meeting Iíve organised. I booked a room on this building somewhere. I try to gather people for the meeting that I encounter along the way, but still only a few come after me. I go up some stone staircase Ė the whole place looks very institutional Ė and I meet a lady with her geeky daughter. They are nervous because she is heading for an interview for an internship on the administration office. I wish her good luck but have mixed feelings. My father is always trying to convince me that a job like that is what I should aim for, because of the stability, so I kinda feel jealous of her. On the other hand I have a much more interesting life and feel luckier.
      The meeting room is circular, with a glass dome and sculptures all around, very imperial style. Only 3 people came to the meeting and soon the conversation degenerates and we donít do any work at all. Some scene of ego fighting and bad mood from some of the participants. I call it a day and we go downstairs. We enter a cafeteria and by my right side I see this amazing garden which I want to visit. Thereís a structure made from hedges and trellis in form of an ark and inside it, thereís a small zoo for the visitors. I donít like zoos but I need to see that strange and different construction. But my friend Rita is now present and tells me I can go there later, but now need to join some group around a table. One of them is a guy from my school, a former bully and I wonder what he is doing there, maybe a friend of a friend. Then I also see Lasma, a girl I met last month. When I look at her I have a vision about her. She is in the woods. The trees are naked, itís a freezing cold and a dim light - some northern country, maybe her home country. She is involved on some whistleblower activity, denouncing some crime that is being perpetrated away from public eyes. She meets some monks living in the woods and then I hear shots. They are running for cover. She is so brave going there alone to get this story out.


      5:30 GMT

      Plant Nymph
      I am in a room on some big public building, like a gallery. Itís totally empty and a bit old, with the stucco on the wall falling in some places. My dad and my boyfriend are also with me. Then on a corner I notice this bizarre green sculpture that looks like an animal with no head. As I come closer it transforms into a beautiful green woman. She has one hand rooted inside the wall and she looks a bit pale (pale green). She looks so unhappy. I ask her why and she says someone planted her inside disregarding her feelings and needs. She says the ones of her kind grow outdoors and in groups. They need sun and each otherís company and she lacks both, so she lives in hell. And because she is so deeply rooted there, if someone tries to get her out, she will die. I bring my dad and my boyfriend to meet her and they get really saddened by her story but they offer her some money and I wonder if they understand that money isnít going to make anything for her. She needs to be transplanted and that is not a matter of money but of skills and will.

      Working group and advocacy for the nymph
      I am in some classroom where all the tables are occupied. Iím sitting on the right side of a table Iím sharing with my boyfriend. Under the table on my feet are some bags I own. I just arrived, late. We are deciding as a group on topics for a later meeting. I am asked if I want to be included in the agenda and to make a presentation. I say I really donít want to but if they insist I can make a short report of some other meeting I took part in.
      Then they put me in charge of a working group that gathers on a tiny room with view over a garden. We are 4 or 5 people and everybody looks uninterested and disconnected. I sense itís gonna be a disastrous working group, unless we go out and sit on the grass..
      Then back on the classroom I use the opportunity to tell everybody about the nymph I had met before and about her situation. There are a few journalists in the room (or activists who would write something about the case to spread the word) and they are interested in knowing more. One of them is a bit ignorant and is writing on his notes that she is a bit sick and pale because she is vegetarian and I correct him by saying ďMoron, she is not vegetarian she IS a vegetable!!!ď


      6:30 GMT

      Muslim neighbourhood
      Iím crossing a muslim neighbourhood. I see a guy on a car who is totally reproving me because Iím wearing a short top and showing my belly. I pull it down a little. Then I pass by a kiosk and I see comic books. I am totally amused when I spot magazines like Uncle Scrooge, but in a muslim version. For example Gyroís Little Helper has his normal robot body but the head of a muslim with a beard and a turban. [Once again I donít mean to offend any muslim, but my mind keeps making up this crazy stuff.]
      I also pass by a muslim girl, but she is totally normal and going about her life. I then reach a main road and I sit on a kind of giant ball with a seat, that I drive through mind control and I remember crossing over some railroad tracks.


      Theatre premiŤre
      Iím on a theatre foyer and some play is premiŤring on this exact day. There are tables with material to pick up and other for sale related to the play and the actors are hanging around in their characters skin, taking pictures and talking to journalists. The main role is played by a girl about my age and the story is about her trying to manage the family business in a world of men and in a time where women and especially of her age, where not considered fit for this job. Then I spot some posters for sale about some other show or event and I get closer to read and I take note of something I read there, but then Iím pushed and pulled by two ladies who really want to buy the posters and I lose track of what I was doing.

      Sex and the city
      Later I am on a coffee table and on the table next to me are the girls from Sex and the City, making arrangements for something. They seem excited about it. I then accompany Miranda (the red hair girl) to her apartment but just as an observer, she doesnít really know Iím there. She is soaking on her bathtub and on the phone with her friends. They are all going to do something at the same time. She then gets a small device from a package and I more or less imagine whatís coming, but then I get totally surprised when she sticks it on her big toe of her right foot. She then starts feeling something, because she is clearly delighted. Apparently her friends are doing the same on their houses. Then they discuss results and decide it is quite good although not at the level of an orgasm.

      7:30 GMT

      Baby falls down the window
      On some room full of kids and a few adults taking care of them. I am just passing by to take some little girl with me to play and I meet Marco Polo there. We sit on some table to talk a little bit. The girl also sits while she waits for me. As we talk we get really close, as the table is so small. I feel his legs touching mine under the table and I sense he is desperate for my affection. So I lean and touch his forehead with my forehead. He says he is no longer with his wife and enquires me about my situation with my boyfriend. I tell him the truth, that I am still with my boyfriend and despite the fact that I love him (always did) I donít intend to leave my boyfriend for him, not now and not probably ever - at least not in this lifetime. For some reason he was hopeful of a different thing and he gets really gloomy. I get up to allow him to digest it and I go play with this little girl. I lift her up and put her on top of some shelf Ė she kinda shrinks to fit there. One of the other ladies scolds me, afraid she might fall and get hurt but I assure her I have it under control.
      Then I see my cat over a bed near a window and a kid is playing with him. I trust but I say to watch out so the cat doesnít climb to the open window and the kid actually thinks the opposite would be much more interesting and starts cornering the cat so he feels forced to go up to the window. He is laughing and saying he would love to see the cat flying down the window. I go nuts and go to the kid and kick him hard. He was a goofy 6 or 7 year old with glasses and I leave him contorting on the floor with pains. Immediately I feel so incredibly guilty and everybody runs to me in shock and to help the poor kid. This moment of distraction allowed a baby to climb up the bed and the window and only I notice this but it is already too late. When I scream to warn people about the baby he has already slipped and fell. I am horrified because I notice we are on a 3rd or 4th floor and I think the baby stands no chance of survival. I donít even have the courage to go look and see the result. I am just crying like a mad and I ask everybody who is the mother. I feel I need to be the one telling it to the mother. But nobody knows.
      I go out and look for his mother everywhere. I canít find her and then I encounter the ladies who were watching over the kids on that room where it happened. They tell me theyíve deliberated that it was all my fault, that because of me the baby had fell. ďWhat?Ē I wasnít even in charge of looking after any kid, I was just passing by and got involved in some events that somehow led to it... Then I connect the dots and think this was all instant effect of bad karma for having kicked the other kid and is totally deserved that I get the blame, even if I know I am not really responsible and they are just trying to frame to get rid of trouble.
      Then I arrive at this room where I see a lady surrounded by people comforting her and I assume she must be the one and that the news run faster than I thought. So I sit by their side and wait for an opportunity to tell her how terribly sorry I am. But they look at me surprised by my presence and ask me what I want. I say itís about the baby and they say ďBaby, what baby?Ē. Upsss, wrong person. Apparently they were watching a documentary before I arrived, it was about heirloom tomatoes and about a guyís quest to preseve its seeds and for some reason this lady had suffered quite an emotional blow from seeing it (maybe it was her dead husband or something). Then 2 ladies who were sitting by my side ask me what happened, that they realise something bad happened out there but they donít know what. I tell them yes, something terrible happen and then my cat (in RL) wakes me up.


      08:45 GMT - Wake up

      Updated 10-04-2010 at 10:30 AM by 34880

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      non-lucid
    4. 25 Sep: School dramas, Jared Leto and Mosh?

      by , 09-27-2010 at 11:13 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      Quite a long night...

      23:35 GMT Ė Sleep

      Clothes shop
      Iím with my mom on some kind of clothes shop or whatever. Thereís a long row of cabins for trying-out clothes. Iím on one undressing and she is pressing me to speed up. There are some guys around that are either watching us or pressuring us to go away (not clear).

      Rotten pumpkin
      Iím on some kind of yard and thereís a big tree in the middle. A group of guys, some I recognize, like Alfredo, who are sitting on some branches to my right side. Down on the ground Iím trying to get Alfredoís attention but some other guy appears and starts telling me I shouldnít waste my time on him. That he and this other guy who used to work with him are full of schemes. I tell him I know him well enough to know that much is just misunderstandings. Then this guy is on the left corner of the yard, where there were two big calabashes and picks one. As he squeezes it, telling me itís rotten, the content spills all over the floor and is a smelly gushy thing. I actually come closer... but then I donít remember what happened.

      Encounter with Mosh?
      Then Iím inside this big black truck. Some guy drove me over but right now weíre parked on the side of the road and he is outside doing something (maybe peeing?). Weíre on a semi-desert place, no houses, just sand around. As another big truck passes by us on the road, thereís a panel on the truck where a pink or red light starts blinking, like signalling the proximity of something and I realise itís this other big truck that just passed by. They signal the presence to each other. The guy on the other truck probably just saw the same signal on his truck and he breaks violently and makes a very fast U-turn.
      The guy who is with me also sees this and runs to ďourĒ truck. As the other guy parks they both meet outside and make quite a party for finding each other. I am now coming out of the truck and I realise I have feelings for this guy who is with me. I approach him by his right side and kind of encircle him with my arms. Both guys are with shorts and a t-shirt and actually look very similar. Then the guy who arrived looks at me surprised, like asking who am I. And ďmyĒ guy says Iím his new girl friend. I donít recall he mentioning his or my name but then he clearly introduces me to his friend and says: ďThis is MoshĒ and Iím like "what? I know that name!"
      But Mosh is not really accepting me. He keeps looking sideways to me. Later we are on some building, looks like an office floor, people are running around working on something and Iím on some common living room on the end of some corridor, where thereís coffee machine and so on. Iím planning to make some coffee but then I see Mosh at the other end of the corridor, again not looking so friendly to me. Then he sends out this kind of energy blast that comes in my direction. Itís kind of transparent wave that is about to hit me, but I block it and it doesnít hit me or harm me. I tell him to please stop it, because he has no reasons to distrust me. He then steps back a little, maybe because ďmyĒ guy then appears and Mosh behaves better in front of his friend, and maybe also because his friend seems to fully trust me and even have feelings for me. Then we start making coffee and I climb some chair to get some toffees that are on some high shelf.


      3:50 GMT

      Fragment
      I am at a conference room with glass walls all around. I spot trees outside and think it looks like some room I've been at the European Parliament.

      Jumping over ponds
      I am now at some kind of amphitheatre and recall that Iíve seen this before and think I know whatís going to happen next, although I donít really recognise this from RL. I chose the place not on the auditorium but on some tables near the door, with chairs that actually sit me with my back to the stage and not really looking at it. I know someone will come and sit there to, someone that I must meet. The guy arrives and I tell him I was expecting him. We befriend and then we go outside. Thereís some patio with square ponds between large square stones and we have fun jumping over these ponds. Some other friends are joining us and then... (gap).

      Friend on airplane
      Itís now dark outside ad I talk to some people (I think the group from before) when I see this airplane flying over our heads. It is low enough that I can its windows and I notice the windows are open, as if it was a car and people are leaning over to see outside. I see among the persons, my Italian friend Antůnio. I ask my friends to excuse me but I have to go talk to him. So I lift off and fly to meet him. The plane landed on some sky platform and I meet my friend there. He sees me and comes to me but has to stay behind some barrier, separating us. I ask him how he is and howís is life going since last time we spoke. He is wearing eye-liner and is not very talkative. He just smiles, says everythingís fin and that he must now leave. I tell him my mom says hi to him and then he turns away.

      Underground kitchen
      When coming down again, I land inside some underground kitchen and I see two black girls very busy cooking. I try not to disturb them and look for an exit. But the youngest one spots me and gets really pissed off. She chases me around, looking angry and I tell her to please just point me the way out and I will leave. But she doesnít. Then the older one comes in my rescue and tells the other she is being stupid. She had actually blocked the door, so I donít see it, just to scare me out. Still, when I finally see the door, I donít go out. The older girl allows me to stay and I sit in a corner, like under some table, with a box of crayons. I draw Harry Potter or some other character from the story and soon I realise thereís a lot of people gathered around mocking me for drawing this. I donít understand whatís the fuss and I say ďwhy not? I even like Harry Potter. Me and half of the worldís population. Donít you? At all?Ē. And then everybody goes quiet and leaves me alone.

      5:30 GMT

      High-school gym
      Iím on some high-school and I see a gym just in front of me. For some reason Iím planning to go up a ramp on my right side but as I start going up I change my mind and instead enter the gym.
      Thereís some basketball game going on and I just walk around the field, watching it. I see some familiar faces from my high-school and I poke a fat guy who was my colleague since primary school. But somehow I scared him and he bumped with his head against some obstacle. He starts crying out loud why am I so evil, why did I hit me and so on. I feel that he is crazy, but people seem to believe him. Then another girl also starts complaining saying i also hurt her some other day and everybody is now looking angry at me that Iím such a bitch. The interesting thing is that I start believing them and soon I am also crying and asking their forgiveness. I know I didnít do it on purpose, that Iím not really evil, but they convinced me I actually hurt them (although Iím sure it was accidentally).


      Fragment
      Iím going back to a hostel Iím staying in and being followed by a guy. I think he is angry at me and wants to harm me, but no. When we arrive there he just asks me if I stay longer or leave. He wants to ask me something or needs something from me.

      Hairdresser, grilled-burgers and Jared Leto
      Iím sitting on some hairdresser or something and a guy is cutting my hair, not much, just making some hairstyle. I look into the mirror and I have long, long blond yellow hair. My face is my RL face and in fact doesnít look so bad with this hair. I then see my boyfriend there and ask him if he is ok with this hair. He is happy, at least is long as I used to have it before. He doesnít even care if itís blond.
      Then I see some pics on the wall, like celebrity pics and recognize one as being a high-school colleague and the other is Jared Leto. Then my friend Rita comes along and says ďNo way, if thereís pics of these guys here, Iím surely on some of the pics too!Ē I ask her why and she tells me she used to hang around with them. And we indeed find 2 or 3 pics with her on. She tells me she can introduce me to them and I accept.
      Meanwhile this hairdresser is having fun Ė he has developed a prank spray. It works like this: he sprays peopleís hair with it, it forms a kind of layer that gives hair a wet look, but later on when the person is on the street, the water layer collapses and showers down peopleís face and shoulders. He just did it to a costumer and itís quite fun when it bursts.
      So then I go with Rita to meet her celebrity friends and we end up on this grill-restaurant Ė looks quite low level Ė and these two guys are inside ordering from the menu. I hesitate going inside, because they have all sorts of dead animals in line to grill. A big octopus rolled up around two sticks is the next to be grilled.
      I stay outside where a guy is working for this restaurant grilling burgers to passing by people. I ask him if he has any veggie option and he looks at me as if Iím crazy. I wasnít expecting a yes just wanted to bring his attention to the possibility.
      Then I give him some tips and he actually goes get the vegetables and makes really yummy veggie burgers that start attracting lots of people. In 5 minutes he is totally surrounded by people devouring his delicious creations and he feels like he just discovered his vocation. Iím happy for him.


      7:00 GMT

      Fragments
      Iím brooming my home but soon realise Iím not getting it clean so I grab the vaccum cleaner but it gets blocked by pieces of foam all the time.

      I remember washing my teeth with a key (the safe deposit key type, flat and square). Because it has a square surface with reliefs, I found it quite efficient to clean my teeth.


      My old primary school
      I am outside my old primary school, which left me a lot of nostalgia and is now transformed into private housing and hence I have no access to it for visiting. [in RL to] I see the old principal of the school. He now has his workshop and tools stored outside on the street, since he lost his school. I also see they covered the lovely terrace where we used to have our gym. Not even possible to look inside as thereís no windows. I feel sad.

      9:00 GMT Ė Wake up

      Updated 09-27-2010 at 11:21 AM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    5. 21 Sep: School play

      by , 09-24-2010 at 11:19 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      0:00 GMT Ė Sleep

      Nothing...

      4:00 GMT

      School play
      On some house with some girls. We are being prepared by hairdressers and dressed up for some photo shoot. One lady tells me to sit on a chair and that a hairdresser will spray my hair, nothing too elaborate. But when I sit she asks me something totally absurd, like to take my hair off and I reply that it wonít come off as it is attached to my head. She looks upset and leaves. Then another colleague takes over but this one wants to dye my hair. She is preparing some dye and I feel really worried, because she is a total disaster, she mixes all the wrong dosages, spills on the floor, I mean, she would burn my hair with that disastrous concoction. One of the girls on some other chair is Vera and she looks at me also worried. For some moment we think this is maybe for Candid Camera or something like it and she gets up and looks for cameras behind the mirror and so on.
      I also get up and am on my way to some other room. First I pick up some tiny plaque with a number on it and stick it to some board on the wall.
      Then I meet a group of girls Ė one that I recognise from school, called Liliana and they are sharing food. Once again I have to say Iím vegetarian and they look shocked and tell me the usual crap that I will be undernourished. I tell them, Iím vegetarian for 10 years, do you think I look undernourished? And I pose with my fantastic body  They shut up and I say ďThereís your answerĒ.
      Then I finally realise weíre all being prepared for some kind of show, like a school play. Families of the youngsters are coming to see it. One guy is taking it so seriously that he is freaking out with nervous. A girl tells him to calm down, but he is trying to command the troops and has prepared everything to the ultimate detail, including a serious wardrobe.
      The girl was losing her patient but when she sees the wardrobe he prepared, becomes totally charmed, as well as all the other girls. Everybody dresses up and magic happens. No oneís a kid anymore preparing for a school play, instead weíre all nobles on some kind of real life fairy tale and everybody is just incarnating its role. Some girl wears a princess dress and even birds and butterflies are following her around.


      8:00 GMT Ė Wake up
    6. 18 Sep: Fragments and a cult zombie army

      by , 09-24-2010 at 05:30 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      23:00 GMT Ė sleep

      Fragments:
      - Dream about the people I had a meeting with during the day
      - Sequence of aliens/monsters attacking people and ways to fight them (apparently music distracted them)
      - Preparing bed to sleep on that place populated by those aliens/monsters
      - A collage of movie scenes with Tom Cruise, making fun of him, showing how gay he is


      4:45 GMT

      More fragments:
      - On a big house with a yard. Iím locking the doors. But someone is on the garden and we start talking about something
      - At my friend Isabelís preparing the visit of our guru to our country. More people are there but I donít want them to know who is coming


      6:00 GMT

      Even more fragments:
      - Iím on my desk and a little bird enters through the window and lands on the desk. Some kids appear and they are crazy about the bird but I donít allow them to grab the bird. I pick it up very gently but the bird is dying. I try to revive it and it becomes a transparent horsefish filled with oil
      - Iím hiking a mountain with 2 couples. I remember distinctively that one of the ladies is in shorts and tank top. I wonder how she is not freezing. We cross a dangerous crack in the ice and keep going.
      - Iím on some open air space and decide to lift off, but itís one of those days in which flying is not so easy. Instead I decide to climb the air, as if it had invisible steps or platforms and I am actually having fun with it


      A cult zombie army
      Iím in the middle of some barbecue and Iím invited to sit and join it but I say only if they have vegetables. This starts a discussion Ė a girl there says she would like to eat vegetarian more often but she has no means. I just go ballistic and say to her ďWhat do you mean by no means? Is it really that hard to find some rice and beans on the supermarket? Vegetables? Are those things really that hard to find or to buy? Please!Ē I know I was a bit over the top and she got really offended, but didnít reply. The conversation ended there.
      Then some strange cult people, kind of hindus but not really sure, come to me trying to convince me to join in. I say no thanks, although appreciate their thought and I go inside this kind of dinner (the barbecue tables still outside). They insist, saying that Simon says I have to. I push them away and they attack me. One guy is Greco-roman fighting me and a girl is biting my ass repeatedly and it really hurts. I tell them to wake up from whatever trance they are in. They give up on me but then send me their boss. He tries to convince me but I threaten to denounce him as a fraud. I kick him out from where we are and I shout outside that his followers should no longer accept whatever pills he is giving to them, because it is just mind control. Then we both realise that in the push and pull, he dropped a book, like a journal and as he thinks it is crucial to get it back without me noticing, I read it in his mind and I close the door immediately, as I must find out what is in the book. I try to lock the door while I hide the book away but he and his ďzombie armyĒ manages to break in really soon. Then I wake up...

      7:30 GMT Ė wake up


      PRECOG explanations:
      - 2 days later I had a discussion with a girl I had worked with, on some snack place with tables outside where we sat to eat something and I insisted on having something vegetarian. She started argumenting with me that that's nice but... Her "buts" drove me crazy and at some point the conversation ended, as we were not going anywhere with it, but getting mad at each other.
      - also on same day I found out that there was a hostel and coffee bar really close by called "Simon says".
      I have lots of precognitive dreams, but they are always very mixed up, although clear enough that I can identify the bits and pieces here and there.
    7. #34. The Desire to Move Again. Now.

      by , 06-14-2010 at 05:39 AM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      I'm checking out a gym in the new city I've apparently moved to. It's based in a university/college/high school, and membership is affordable.

      A group of (mostly female) students are being led around by their female teacher. Some of the girls need to use the bathroom, so the group is collectively looking for one. They're in subway tunnels now, and the teacher is talking to a bouncer outside some kind of establishment, who won't let them in because they're women or minors or both.

      I'm talking to my brother, Ben, at some kind of family gathering on a farm, when he starts quoting The Spoony One verbatim while we're talking about a game. Movie. Book. IDEK. Anyway, I call him on it, but he has no idea what I'm talking about. My cousin Reg, who's the same age as my brother, says he got to see a screening of that once. They're online videos, I tell him. What the hell.

      We're trying to watch The Daily Show, but Ben tells me that we can't watch the episode because it's only on the US version of the site. I explain to him how you can use an add-on for Firefox to - ahem. Never mind.

      Running up the stairs at the farm.

      Someone explains to me that the farm is in danger and we have this plot going on to save it. Jill rolls her eyes and tells me to run because I'll never hear the end of it.

      "I'm dreaming." I realize at some point. I blink in surprise. "How am I lucid?" I wasn't planning on having any lucid dreams tonight.


      I'm going for a quick meal in Tim Hortons, trying to decipher the menu and remember what I can eat. I really want some chicken noodle soup, but I can't eat it since I'm vegetarian. I could get a bagel, but I don't really want a bagel. When I step outside again, I continue with my dream. Apparently I'm a student in some Squamish/Halifax hybrid. There are mountains in the not-so-far-away distance, and one in particular is relevant to the plot. So are the houses I'm biking towards.

      Unconscious Desires to Move to a New City. Again. Now. Scare Factor: 1.

      Updated 06-14-2010 at 05:54 AM by 31096

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    8. #32. City-Fusions

      by , 06-14-2010 at 05:35 AM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      I'm walking around a version of the grocery store in Ixburg which I've seen before. Produce by the entrance to the southwest, ceiling-high shelving running east-west all through the store like a warehouse. I'm looking for strawberries.

      Still in the grocery store, I'm now a different character. I'm an employee and also some kid genius version of myself from an alternate timeline that I can't recall the gender of. I help someone with a difficult problem. They try to complement me, but I tell them, "Hey, I just work in a grocery store."

      I don't and never have in real life.

      Now I'm in a strange mix of Halifax and Quickton, where the rivers cross through the city, forcing roads to follow bridges and riverbanks. It's topsy-turvy, and hilly, and it's a bright, sunny day.

      Various members of my family, including aunts and uncles, are waiting on the patio section of a restaurant, looking at menus and hoping someone will get around to serving us eventually. I'm looking at the menu, unable to find anything that's vegetarian, but the menu itself is really hard to decipher. A waitress shows up to say we're supposed to be ordering right now, but they're really busy, so is it all right if we just wait a bit?

      My mom, another woman (possibly Sandra, my mom's friend), and myself go to check out another restaurant. When we get there, we notice that our other group hasn't been served yet, either. It's a lose/lose situation, I guess.

      Sandra is driving. We cross a bridge and are headed downward on a slight slope when, from the passenger seat, I notice a truck heading toward us has suddenly flipped into the air without warning. "Whoa." is the collective consensus. Sandra hasn't slowed down and I call her on it. The truck is still flipping, and it's starting to roll into our lane. As we get closer, the truck flips up into the air again, and we zoom safely underneath.



      "Nice timing!" I say to Sandra.

      I'm still in the Halifax/Quickton hybrid, zooming across the city at a bird's eye view. I think about karate classes once a week, and the fact that I keep moving from city to city, changing up disciplines and instructors. I'm a martial artist, I think to myself, I need to take my training into my own hands. A flash of me running down a dirt trail.

      City-Fusions. Scare Factor: 1. Reaction: I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something.

      Updated 06-14-2010 at 06:18 AM by 31096

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      non-lucid