Thread: The imminent core-breach of my Gravity Drive

These are the dreams of Oct 28th, the night I set my alarm to wake me at key stages through the night:

Dream #1

I'm waiting at a train station, trying to catch a 'dream', in other words the train. The dreamtrain was comming past about every 4min. When it came past I was instantly aboard it without it even having to stop. Instead of having a ticket, the stipulation of being able to remain on the train was that one had to have been sin-free for the day. The 'honour system' (as used among best friends) was used to see who was allowed to stay and who was kicked off. I was trying to get hold of someone one the train (dunno who), but they kept lying about not having sinned for the day, thus staying on the train, while I was constantly bumped off or left on the platform.

Dream #2

I'm in Oma's old house with Maike, Mark and what seems to be Tsiona's spirit. I'm playing with this toy in my hands, can't remember what it was, but couldn't seem to figure out how to use it, quite frustrating. Suddenly I realise that JanJaap has ended his friendship with Tsiona (dumped her as a friend) and she's crying, but I can't seem to see her to comfort her; and although I have some guilt feelings, for some reason this doesn't worry me in the least because I know that she knows how much and how purely, deeply I love her.

Dream #3

I'm in a shop with stairs leading from the ground floor to the hotel room I'm staying in. I walk past a rack of brown leather and fur coats, around the heavy-wood banister up the stairs which seem to be covered in green felt, but then keeps changing into red felt. I get to the first floor of the shop where they sell darts, dartboards and other such items. On a rack there is a pipe made completely of carbonfibre. In the packaging are a number of carbonfibre attachments for the pipe, and one metal one which I think is used to put it out. Suddenly Pierre (the lab technician) is standing next to me showing me a matchbox with a red and yellow cover design, filled with bits of hardened ash from his own pipe. The next thing I know is that the salesman is trying to sell me a pair of Timberlands I don't even like, together with the pipe, and the more I tell him I don't want them, the more discount he gives me. Eventually I wake up.

The same technique as last night, 4hr30min after falling asleep, then 90min after that:

Dream #1

I'm in an outhouse/poolhouse in the back of a garden, taking my shirt off to hang it up, when something catches my eye. It's the outline of a young girl wearing old clothes, holding a shotgun. I sense a really evil aura around her, but for some reason decide to follow her. She heads into a dark forrest, seemingly wanting someone to follow. She starts wading through this inky-black river with green and yellow algae on the surface when I see who she's trying to get to follow her. It's her good twin (she's the evil one), and the good twin is also holding a loaded shotgun. Ever deeper into the forrest, down the river I follow them. It seems the evil girl, who looks a lot like Samara from The Ring is trying to get the good one back to her lair where the river springs, but the weird thing is that sometimes I'm watching this scene unfold almost like a voyeur, and then at others I realise that I myself have become the good twin.

Suddenly they both manage to ambush each other near a large fallen tree and stand facing one another with their shotguns end-to-end. They shoot at the same time, only a single shot is heard, but they both remain alive. As it turns out, it was all just a big misunderstanding and the evil one is actually also good. Suddenly Richard Hammond appears to rescue the first girl, and this is when the first alarm goes off and I wake up.

Dream #2

I'm in France with a friend, but I don't really know who he is, only that he is indeed a friend, together with some of his acquaintances. We have to make our way to the south of france for a rugby match, so we hire three cars from this really crumby garage. We all divide up amongst the cars (which are even crumbier than the garage), and as it turns out Damon Hill is in my car(he just appeared out of nowhere). He insists on driving, because on the way there we'll be passing through Finland (?!) and he wants to see if he can break the record for the 'Virgin Run', a stretch of highway linking two Finish cities. For some reason he keeps referring to it as the 'Parsec Run'. The record stands at 5min. While doing the run, we take this awesome, 4-lane bend absolutely flat out (what a GREAT feeling), but unfortunately don't manage to break the record. The car is definatley to blame.

Once at the match, I see this really weird animal in the crowd. It's sort of a cross between a hamster and a mole, and possibly an aardvark with a split nose. He's wearing a team jersey and appears to be lost, or at least trying to return home with his 'baby'. We have to take him to these reeds along a river (his home). On the way there, we pass this pond next to an intersection that seems to be used as a dumping site for unwanted or dead pets. The shallow water is filled with rotting corpses of dogs and sheep. A soaked, Labrador puppy is gnawing on the leg of one of the dead, bloated dogs. Quite disturbing. We eventually arrive at the reeds to return the little animal to his home, and then head back to return the cars.

At this point I realise that I've lost the others and have no idea how to get back to the garage, so I get back onto the road and just start driving. Hill is nowhere to be found. After a while, I suddenly catch sight of one of the other cars, a rusty blue and white van, and follow it onto a highway bypass which leads onto Stormvoel Rd, and somehow back to the garage in central France. This funny looking man with large glasses says I owe him R130 for the car; I ask him 'What about the petrol?', to which he says he'll have to recalculate it then. At this point the second alarm wakes me.

Dream Date Oct 30th:

I'm find myself sitting in a Mercedes E-class, beige with a sort of grey interior, driving around wha seems to be a parking lot, although I know I'm not looking for parking. I realise I don't like driving it because the steering wheel is all wrong, I'd prefer the steering wheel from a BMW 5-series. Before I know it, I'm holding a BMW wheel in my hands, and to my surprise, it's easily interchangeable with that of the Merc; it just sort of clips off. Once more I'm driving around the lot, feeling much better with the new steering wheel. For some reason Willie is there too, and then the scene changes and I find myself in a room searching for incriminating evidence against what I think is a mob boss or something.

I'm rifling through files and boxes and old papers when suddenly I find what I'm looking for: a small, flat, white cardboard box containing some papers and what sounds like a pen or two rattling around inside. I manage to take the box without anyone seeing me and once I'm outside I realise that this evidence isn't against a mob boss at all, but a female space-villain instead. She's quite slender, wears a blue-ish green suit and has a rather oblong, distorted face. She's hovering outside the air-lock of some sort of space station.

Suddenly the scene shifts once more and i find myself in the front garden of my old house in Pretoria where I'm trying to clear some shrubs and bushes, but find that it's quite difficult because some sort of animal has made its home there; a network of holes and tunnels linking together to form a nest. Without warning it starts to rain, and Willie and I are trying to clear some band equipment inside before it gets too wet. One of the items is some really new-age technology in the form of a flat-panel subwoofer that doubles as a tv and a table all at the same time. Really kinda cool! Unfortunately, before I can examine it more closely, my alarm wakes me up for work. Damn.

The Israeli Secret Service Dream (The dream of 01-11-2005)

I'm visiting Doron's friend JP at his mansion in the mountains. It's this really cool house built into what looks like a rock-face, with stairs and passage ways leading to all corners of the house. The more I walk around, the more it seems that it's really just one big lounge/entertainment area with great music playing in the background. For some reason Markus and Nolan are there too, along with some other people I don't know. I run into JP, and this is when I realise that he's actually a double agent working for the Israeli secret service. I do some snooping around of my own and find hidden in a drawer in one of the basements the most amazing handgun I've ever seen. It weighs vitually nothing, has this cool ice-blue colour and has this awesome scope on it that seems to utilise a blue laser, and can fire the most powerful round of any handgun. The blue laser automatically targets the exact er... target, without any input from the user, you just have to point it in the general area you wish to shoot and it does the rest.

Behind the house is a long drive-way adjacent to a shooting range and braai area. I'm so eager to test out this awesome weapon, I start making my way to the range. As I get there, the rest of the group join me, and suddenly I find that we've passed the shooting range and are now heading towards a ravine for a bit of a hike. The gun is now nowhere to be seen, pitty. We make our way down a rocky cliff face into a valley and I realise that the floor of the valley is scattered with large rubies the size of Sparkles sweets. They're smooth and quite cold to the touch, and as I collect them and they knock together in my hand, they give off a sweet resonating sound. We collect as many as we can, but then as we're leaving the valley, we leave them there, much like tossing back fish once they've been caught. This is where the dream ends...

The Cape Town Dream of 02-11-2005

I'm in an unfamiliar dental surgery giving Kirsten a check-up. She's got quite a few cavities and a severely broken filling on the 48, and also needs urgent treatment on the 46, the 44 and 45 need both their fillings replaced. I start to drill and find that Simone is assisting me. It seems to be going quite well, and as I realise I'm almost done, the scene suddenly starts to shift to Cape Town.

I'm on a hill overlooking Milnerton and Blouberg (at the same time!). I look down into the bay, there's virtually no swell and the water is the most amazing blueish-turquoise I've ever seen. It's like there's light eminating from the water. Really cool. As I continue to gaze down, I realise I'm actually on my own fly-by over the bay, the crystal clear water beneath me. I suddenly find myself on the beach to the left side of BigBay carrying a surfboard and wading into the water. The leash on the board seems to be detached and quite knotted, so while I'm wading in, I'm trying to reattach it to the board, but this doesn't seem to be working. The water is a little cold, but quite bearable. I wade across past the island at Blouberg and into the surf on the other side. A few good sets come in, but for some reason I'm not able to catch any waves. Suddenly there's a seal in the water in front of me and as I paddle over towards it, I realise that it's turned into an irish man wearing a black leather jacket. He's got this salt'n'pepper stubble for a beard and is almost completely bald. He smiles at me as he drifts by, and then I wake up.

The German Soccer Team and the 8-Track

I'm watching England play Germany in the world cup on my TV. Thea and Nanda are in my lounge too while I'm preparing some kind of snack-food. The Germans have been awarded a free kick just outside the box and it looks like Klose is going to take it. For some reason he takes his right boot and sock off, and kicks the ball with his bare foot, but unfortunately misses. I find myself grating cheese in the kitchen putting it on an oval, white platter, when suddenly I'm on the pitch trying to give Klose some cheese. He doesn't seem too interested so I leave the platter on a grey dustbin/container next to the pitch. The Germans score a goal and then I notice it's actually 2-1 in their favour when the ref ends the match. They've won!!!! Suddenly I'm back in the kitchen clearing up after the game and I accidentally break a wine glass. As I'm throwing the pieces into dustbin, the scene shifts and I'm in my old room.

It's Granny's birthday and I've bought her a plastic rose with a long, green, rubbery and wobbly stem and if you squeeze the flower it releases a sweet smelling perfume. I also find an old 8-Track covered in dust, and as I start to clean it, I realise that it's starting to resemble one of those Fischer-Price childrens LP players with the different colour plastic LP's. I'm back in the kitchen in Pretoria trying to get all the dust off it when I'm handed an old PC keyboard also covered in dust. While I'm fixing it, Marja and Rodney enter the kitchen asking me about Warren who is in hospital. I know it's nothing serious, the funny thing is he's in hospital because he's depressed about having to go to hospital. Strange. That's when the alarm goes off.

The Super Tanker Party

I'm back in Cape Town, this time in a small bistro type place in the harbour on the pier. Across the dock is the Berg Stahl super tanker. Suddenly I find myself on the deck looking down at the pier. The massive size of the vessel is amazing. I turn to talk to someone and that's when I realise that Mark is standing next to me. One of us hit on the idea to have a party on the deck of the ship, and as we're discussing it, we realise that there already is a party going on. Tons of people, live music, bonfires going (quite weird to have a bonfire on the deck of vessel filled with crude oil, but the possibility of an accident isn't even there), awesome atmoshpere, white tents/maquees are up next to the fires... amazing!!!! We so badly want to take some pictures for Liesl, but realise neither of us has a camera. As I'm thinking this, I realise that the scene is changing to look like as if on a photo taken at very slow shutter speed. The 'crackles' from the fires are making these really cool streamer-effect lines in the dark sky above the fires, the people's movements become all blurred. In my mind, I'm changing the aperture and shutter speed, and in so doing, the scene also changes in the exact way it would if one was really taking a photo (contrast changes, light and dark, blurred movement, flash/no-flash etc). Quite amazing. We see that the ship is starting to leave the pier to go out to sea, so we have to time our run-up to jump off quite well, in order to land safely on the pier. We do this effortlessly and walk away back past the bistro where the whole thing started. The dream starts to blur, I think because at this point I was entering another deeper sleep cycle. The alarm then wakes me.

Almost Lucid!!!!

So after going back to bed after the Super Tanker Party Dream (it was 05h45), I do a bit of preparation for going lucid, set my alarm for 90min, put on my 'sleeping cd' and expect to go lucid. I try and focus on getting some good hypnogogic visuals going, and with the music it's quite easy. The crazy thing is, I didn't notice when I started to dream, I just kinda slipped into it.

So, I'm in Holwerd at the practice and for some reason Bart Simpson is the next patient. He doesn't want to co-operate (surprise-surprise!), so Aryette sends him out of the surgery. At this point, nothing seems out of the ordinary, which is still quite confusing to me. As I look at my patient list for the day, I get prompted to do a reality check (RC). At this point, however, I have a false awakening, I'm not in the practice anymore, but at home sitting up in my bed. I do my usual RC, look out the window, and for some reason my bedroom is now on the edge of a soccer pitch with one of the spotlights shining into my room, I re-do my RC which turns out that I'M ACTUALLY DREAMING!!!!! The excitement level in my mind isn't so much that it would wake me up, but because I've already HAD a false awakening, I'm not on my guard to prevent a real awakening. To my dismay, this happens and I wake up. DAMN!!!!! Of course at this point, getting back to sleep is near impossible, I'm just way too excited. But I don't think it'll be long before my first LD. Can't wait!!!!

The Calea Z. Dream (without the herb):

I'd been reading up a lot about Calea Z. on the net, also ordered some, so it seemed to have made its way into my dreams, without even having the herb. Here's that dream:

I'm in a large mansion, really old with heavy furniture, dark, thick-pile carpets, heavy curtains, high ceilings etc. It seems to be a sort of commune, but instaed of a bunch of students in the house, it's a commune for really old people (yet not an oldage home). Nico and Adrienne also have a room in the house. I check my post and see that the Calea Z. extract has arrived along with some Calea leaves. I give Nico some extract (in a capsule), and place a few crushed leaves under my tongue. I instantly feel an effect, sort of light-headedness, a buzz, sudddenly everything around me goes completely crisp. VERY clear and vivid... then Nico asks me how it tastes. At that moment I take a sip of Rooibos tea I had made, and that's when the taste hits me. The most vile, bitter taste I've ever had in a dream (this is quite funny, cos I really have no idea what it tastes like never having tried the stuff before). It's so bad, I have difficulty swallowing it, and that's when I realise my face is starting to swell. It feels all puffy and I think I'm having an allergic reaction to it. I look at myself in the mirror and notice my top lip is completely swollen, sort of like being punched in the face, on top of which I look totally different to myself. Nico gives me an anti-histamine tablet, but because of the Calea still in my mouth, I have a real difficulty swallowing that too.

It's at this point that one of the old people comes up to me to tell me to please turn my dream/sleeping CD off, they're having trouble sleeping. As I want to start arguing with them, I start to wake up.

Once I'm awake, I'm glad that the allergic reaction/swollen face was just a dream, but then I'm kinda pissed off that I missed so many obvious dreamsigns; the Calea Z, the vivid images, looking at myself in a mirror and having a different face, someone asking me to turn my dream CD off (which was still playing at the time). AAAARRGGGHHHH!!!

(I know we're not supposed to SHOUT in this forum, but wouldn't you?!)

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The Pool Dream (11-11-2005)

The pool at home in Pretoria is being renovated, or has just been renovated, and we're busy filling it up again. I know it's taken one and a half days to fill it when suddenly Tania and I are swimming, playing with a blown-up inner tube. We get hungry and decide to make some sandwiches for lunch, except that we don't leave the pool, we simply make them while still swimmming, but in order to prevent the water from ruining the bread, we make them in the leaf-catch of the pool, which for some reason doesn't get the bread wet, even though it too is filled with water. We both have a round white-bread roll, which we fill with two different kinds of coleslaw, olives, lemon juice and cheese. The weird combo tastes really yummy. That's when Mommy arrives to keep an eye on us (suddenly we're both young kids again!), and she helps us finish off our sandwiches.

The Shopping Dream (11-11-2005)

I'm on a bus goping into town. The bus driver tells me the ticket costs 3.20euro, but because they're having a special today, it'll only cost me 2.80euro. I get off the bus in a really small town, in the main shopping street, and end up in a shop nearly like EulenSpiegel. It turns out I have an appointment there in about half an hour or so. While I wait I look at a Nikon SLR camera, some lether indoor Timberland loafers and some camera lenses. It's a really interesting shop and I don't know what to look at next, everything is SO interesting. They've also got some great spoting goods, awesome clothes, gatchets and gizmo's.

The Holiday Trip

I'm on holiday in SA with Maike, Caroline, Dedre, Grant, Mark and Liesl. I'm 'killing' time before Tsiona arrives, and we're all in Durban (or somewhere on the South Coast). I've rented a Ford Ka, and while we're there, we need to organise a way to get back to Cape Town, seeing that driving is out of the question. Kindly enough Mommy has been able to organise a plane ticket for me, flying via JHB, and while on the stop-off, I'm supposed to give Muller some tickets to a show of some sort.We're all bumming around town discussing how great it is to travel and be 'free', when we decide to go bodyboarding off the pier next to a light house.

Dedre, Maike and Grant get into their wetsuits, which for some reason aren't made of neoprene, but blue and yellow silicon. We all wade out into the water next to the light house, waves coming in from both sides (not just the front), when I see four beige seals surfing in on one of the waves. The water is a strange shade of green. While the others are still trying to catch some decent waves, I realise that it's almost time to catch my flight, so all of a sudden I'm back in front of the chalet we're hiring wondering what I did with my key. Luckily the cleaners are busy there and the door is open. I start looking through my bag to find my itinerary to find out what time the flight leaves. Acoording to the print-out, it leaves at 14h26.

This is when I get a feeling that I'm going to run out of time. I still need to fill up the rent-a-car before returning it, pack up my stuff and get to the airport by latest 13h26. I look at my watch to find out what time it is, but it suddenly isn't telling the time anymore. suddenly there are three hands (excl the second-hand), but no numbers. I lokk at it again, but now there are NO hands, just lots of numbers covering the face. While I'm looking at it, the face starts to change from anything into everything, except what I'm really needing... the time! I finally find Maike to ask her the time, but that's when my 05h15 alarm wakes me up...

The Boat, the Ferrari and the WILD

I'm in a foreign country, don't know which one though, just that it's foreign. I'm driving my Mini really fast around tight bentds in some sort of harbour, or harbour town, having a lot of fun. I take this one really tight bend at break-neck speed, and before I see where I'm going, I've accidentally driven my car onto a rig containing an upside-down boat. My car, which for some weird reason has now turned into a black Ferrari F430, is balancing on the upturned hull of the vessel. Luckily for me there's a crane at the other end of the dock and some workers that are willing to help me get it down.

While they're working feverishly on the job, I find myself in a flat/apartment close to the harbour and Nico and Adrienne are there too. We're in the bedroom and I'm explaining how I managed to get the car in such a spot, when Adrienne asks me about WILD, because she's been having trouble getting it right. As I start to explain to her that your body needs to fall asleep while your mind stays conscious, I feel me body relaxing totally... this I also explain to her. Then I tell her that you can start to create images in your mind once you've reached this state. The annoying thing is, once more ALL the signs were there... I'm actually TELLING someone in my dream how to go lucid, yet I fail to realise this for myself in my own dream, thereby not going lucid myself. Really quite frustrating... but I still can't help the feeling that I'm close to my first LD.

The Breakers: Dream Date 14-11-05

I'm on a beach somewhere in Africa. It's a really steep beach that runs nearly 200m from the top to the waters edge. It's made of course pebbles and broken shells. From the top I see these huge sets rolling in, crashing onto the beach with great force. I walk down to the water's edge and as I look at these huge waves coming in, I time my run to get into the water before the next big one hits. I get to the very base of the next big wave, dive into it and get crunched into the sand beneath it. There's this really cool crunching noise that's so loud it drowns out everything else. I can feel the pressure of all that water above me, although it doesn't hurt in the slightest. I have this weird sensation that I'm holding my breath but breathing at the same time.

The Awards; The Race (17-11-05)

I'm at the Oscars (or some sort of grand awards ceremony) and the next award is for best 'race'. The race was pretty much a run from one end of the long hall to the other and back again, and all the participants were divided into two main groups: Humans and Animals. The funny thing was that the Animal Team was actually still humans for some reason. In one race I was teamed up with Tania (but she was still young, only about 11yrs old or so), but she nevertheless won the race. It was down to her and I at the end, but I let her win because she really deserved it.

In the next race I was teamed up with this old man who, for some reason, was some kind of celebrity although I'd never heard of him. It was a really tough race, a battle to the very end, but we pulled through to win this epic battle. When we finished, we received the award, there was champagne and congratulations all round.

The Near Death Cliff Hanger (17-11-05)

I'm on holiday with my mom and dad, Carlene and Jacques are there too. On one of the days we decide to take a scenic drive along this road. My dad is driving, I'm in the passenger seat and Carlene and Jacques are in the back of what seems to be an older model Volvo stationwagon. My dad is looking at this map to see if we can drive to the summit of this mountain, seeing that he hiked it the year before. We round this bend, not going fast at all, but suddenly the car understeers violently, but somehow in slow-motion. I see that there's no-way we're going to make the bend, and the car slowly slides off the edge of the road and over the cliff. It's about a 300m straight drop to the bottom. I can feel how we're falling, and i have that feeling of "I know I'm gonna die now!" as the car, during its fall, rolls over onto its roof. There's a huge crash as we hit the ground, but once the dust has settled, it seems that no-one is injured even slightly. I ask Carlene and Jacques, and they're fine too, not even a scratch. We get out of the wreck and that's when my dad says: "This is gonna cost a lot to fix, the chassis is all bent!". My alarm goes and I wake up.

The Bicycle and the Veyron

I'm cycling with friends along this highway or main road when suddenly I get flashed by a speed camera. This seems weird because as far as I can tell I'm nowhere near the speed limit. That's when I realise I'm actually driving a Bugatti Veyron through these really awesome, twisty bends. The funny thing is that I'm not sitting in the car, but for some reason it feels like I'm still on my bike with the wind in my face. The car doesn't handle nearly as well as I thought it would, it really underwhelms! It handles like a bicycle (haha), the acceleration isn't what you'd expect from a car with 1000bhp on tap, the steering is all washy and I'm quite dissappointed at the whole thing.

Suddenly I'm back in my dorm (which is weird because I've never lived in a dorm before), checking my mailbox in the lobby where I find a catalogue of designer bicycles. My alarm goes off and I wake up.

The Baby Toy

I'm at Nico and Adrienne's place in their study playing with Emmeke. On the desk I've left two capsules containing Calea Z. for Adrienne (quite weird because after waking up from the previous dream, I took some Calea before goping back to sleep). I can feel the effect of the herb as I'm telling her what it feels like. Suddenly I'm in their kitchen looking ata new toy they've bought for Emmeke.It's a small blow-up toy that looks a little like 'Hello Kitty', but the strange thing is, when you tickle it under it's arms, it kinda unfolds/opens up into this different toy while playing a cute tune. For some reason George's dad (from Seinfeld) is there too, and he seems to be related to Emmeke, but not to Nico and Adrienne. Quite weird.

The Aeroplane and the Hijacker

I'm in an aeroplane (an Airbus to be more precise) and in the front they have a selsction of magazines, books and games. I'm trying to find something interesting to read or at least a decent game, but all they have are second rate boardgames and car magazines that are actually boring map books. I return to my seat and realise the guy sitting next to me is planning to hijack the plane. He's wearing dark pants, a cream-coloured sweater and has a bald-shaven head. He's also very tanned and is armed with a 9mm handgun and is telling me how he plans to get into the cockpit.

I casually get out of my seat and move to the front of the plane to warn one of the hostesses. She doesn't seem too interested and tells me to go and tell the captain or flight engineer instead, pointing me in the direction of the open cockpit door. As I walk towards the door, I look down at my hand and realise that I'm the one holding the gun (kinda like that final scene from Fight Club), and I'm the one whose going to hijack the plane. The guy's plan had worked to get into the cockpit, seeing that the guy was actually me!

The next thing I know the plane is back on the runway, all the doors open and everyone is running away from it, almost like it's about to blow. We're all running from the guy with the gun, but this time it's not me... it's the original guy!

The most vivid Cruise Ship Holiday

It all starts off with me watching a yachting program on tv, which then for some reason turns out to be a magazine I'm reading. After paging through the mag for a while, I put it down, only to realise that I myself am now sitting on the deck of this most luxurious cruise ship. It's not one of those massive ocean liners, but more like a big, private yacht with sleeping quarters enough for about 50 people. It has three decks, a swimming pool, a great enetrtainment area towards the bow of the ship with hammocks, large comfy couches, a great bar... in other words, a really cool chilling spot.

For some reason she's moored in Cape Town close to Clifton. The water is the most amazing azur-blue I've ever seen, crystal clear right to the sea floor. Maike, Tania and my parents are there too with a bunch of their friends. All in all, a great party atmosphere with "island music" playing in the background. I start to walk around to check out the rest of the ship and come across the presidential suite. It's the most amazing room at the very front of the ship. It has this huge bed covered in white linen, dark mahogany furniture and indoor palms everywhere, the sides of the room are glass so you have an almost complete 360deg view of the idyllic surroundings. Right at the bow is this jacuzzi/bath that obviously also looks out of the huge windows. Behind that, there are these narrow steps that lead to a private balcony nestled between the anchors, with a few plants, two deckchairs and a hammock. Also there's a cooler with champagne next to the deckchairs. At that moment I realise that this is my room, waiting for me when Tsiona joins the cruise in a few days. Can't wait!!!

I go back up to the deck with my camera, taking really awesome pics as I go. I meet Maike in the chill-out area, watching some surfers catch the most perfectly breaking waves just off the stern. I get up real close and, using my telephoto lens, capture some really cool surfing moments on film. After that, these deck-hands come round with lunch; grilled prawns, langoustines and crayfish on these big platters with bowls of what looks like sauce tartar. I grab a langoustine to start with, dip it in the sauce and as I put it in my mouth, I get this explosion of the most mind-blowing, delicious taste I've ever had! The meat is succulent, soft and juicy, and together with the sauce, the combination of tastes sends me into stratospheric levels of food-induced ecstasy. It is by far the best taste I've EVER had, dreaming or awake!

After lunch I'm chatting to Maike when suddenly it seems that a toddler (one of the passenger's kids) has walked off the edge and fallen into the water. I look over the railing and see the kid sinking to the bottom. Immediately I jump in after it, diving into this bright blue water, grab the kid (she's not even crying too much) and return her to her parents, and then decide to go for another swim because the water is so warm and I don't have to hold my breath while diving down deep, it seems I can breath underwater. After swimming/diving for a while, I see the sun is starting to dip, it's late afternoon. I get back onto the ship and suddenly I'm completely dry, but still in my board-shorts.

While looking over the deck out onto the sea, the most amazing views suddenly come into, er.. view. I grab my camera and start snapping away. Great contrasting colours: the blue ocean, the crisp white deck and walkway, the white houses up on the cliff to the right of us, weird coloured birds (almost like storks/pelicans coloured like parrots) criss-crossing the inky-blue sky, bright green palm trees lining the bay... it blows me away; I can't take pictures fast enough! While looking through the view-finder on my camera, I notice that as I focus on scenes, they start to change almost like on an acid trip. Colours and shapes blending and merging, complete scene changes where suddenly I'm looking at another island somewhere in the world, varying emotions etc... funny that as I remove the camera from infront of my eye, I'm back on the deck and everything is back to normal.

I realise that I'm slowly starting to wake, but instead of being sad in leaving this awesome dream, I'm filled with one of the most satisfying feelings I've ever known. Once awake, I just lie in bed staring in front of me, not being able to believe this most amazing dream I've just been blessed with. It's really awesome!!!! It's nearly an hour later now (writing this post), and I'm still on this cool, natural high that I'm sure will last the rest of the day!

The FBI Agent and the Cooper

I'm in a police station sitting next to an FBI agent who is checking through police files to profile a criminal. On the screen is a picture/advert of a Mini Cooper S with a bodykit fitted. Suddenly I'm on a road watching a black Citroen (or Seat) drive by, and the agent asks me if the Cooper could drive by faster. Suddenly there's a Cooper standing next to the road waiting to pick someone up. I'm amazed to see that that someone turns out to be a camel wearing custom made red high-heel shoes. She climbs in and the Cooper races by, except now tha car has turned into a bull wearing a studded nose-ring and some sort of pashmina. I remember thinking that it was quite dumb. That feeling remained even after I awoke, haha.

The Korean Mass Murderer

I'm living in some sort of cluster housing/commune and one of the flat mates is a Korean girl who doesn't speak much. She's got jet black hair, large dark eyes and a pale face. Life seems to be cruising along at a normal pace when suddenly I realise that all the other flat mates have been brutally murdered, like something out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre. The police arrive and take the Korean girl into custody for questioning, to which I follow them to the station. They convict her, but while they're doing the paperwork, she somehow dies from police brutality and they put her on a stretcher under all the other bodies of the deceased; there's blood and goo dripping onto the floor. There are other people in the holding cells complaining about it. All the agents leave and I'm left standing in the room with all the bodies. That's when things start to get weird. Suddenly I'm looking at the bruised and swollen eye of the Korean girl when it opens, staring straight at me... I try to leave to warn the police she's still alive, but I can't because I'm trapped under a heap of bodies; suddenly I'M the Korean girl!!!!!! I stand up, and casually walk through the open doors of the police station, nobody noticing me because they all assume I'm a drunk, beaten victim who is returning home. I find myself walking towards the commune looking for the last remaining person (me!), but can't find them (obviously because I'm two people in one body, haha. The dream shifts to a scene from The Virgin Suicides and that's when the alarm goes off and I wake up.

The Yucatan Peninsula and the Reef Sharks

I'm on holiday in Mexico with Tsiona exploring the outer reaches of an archipelago, seemingly part of the Yucatan peninsula. The water is this bright blue colour, almost like there's light eminating from it, crystal clear! There a re these awesome reefs with a back-drop of beeautiful islands with white beaches. I dive into the water and start swimming towards a reef where some sharks are swimming lazily. I swim amongst them and have this amazing feeling of utter beauty while looking around me. Needless to say I can breathe underwater. I get back to the beach where Tsiona is waiting for me on a small boat with an outboard motor to explore the rest of the islands in order to find a place to stay for the next few days.