Thread: Folqueraine's Oniric Misadventures

15.12.2009

Granny on an Island and a Time-travelling Marriage (Non-lucid)



NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

As often, a loosely connected chain of dreams.
1st dream: Am on an island, a very high, hilly island, kind of like this:
http://www.stefangeens.com/graphics/...y/blasket2.jpg
I live/work there. Am I a fisherman? (fisherwoman?) My grandmother has come to visit me and skips through the landscape. She climbs down some rocks, but then remembers she can't climb up, and my dad has to push her from behind while I pull on her arms (interesting inversion, as in real life she can't go down stairs because of her bad sight, but she can go up)
2nd dream: I'm on a sort of giant spaceship, still with my grandmother. The spaceship is futuristic, even perhaps set in the future. There are all sorts of facilities: a swimming-pool, a library...

3rd dream: I'm browsing through the clothes section of the spaceship's supermarket. For some reason, new clothes seem to be restricted in that time period (I tell myself this so I come from the past in this dream) as only rough sack clothes are available. I move on to the men's section and there is more choice. I find a neat, striped light hoodie that I'm considering buying.
A few schoolboys are hanging around, one of them (who looks like a student of mine) wants the same top as me and says he's ready to marry any girl as long as she already has a wedding ring.
I jokingly propose to him, showing the celtic band I have around my middle finger. He thinks about it, saying the ring will do: since I'm a time traveller, the ring can be considered an antique and thus will fit as a wedding ring.
We move on to the cashier who is going to celebrate the wedding. He looks like Ianto from Torchwood. After a quick chat with him, we decide to jump 1000 years in the future to have our wedding. As we do so, we find that the cashier is still there. He celebrates the wedding, saying how lucky we are to be able to travel to the end of times while he'll die here. He doesn't seem to realize he's been there for a millenium already. I notice that he's got more grey hairs since than the first time I saw him.

20.12.2009

The dream of my wedding to a boring guy (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Long drawn out, boring dream, of the preparation of my wedding to some nice but overall boring chap. I'm stressed out during the ceremony itself and I stagger, I don't really know what I'm doing there, and nobody that I know is attending the wedding. Great.

26.12.2009

The dream of diving into a portal (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was with several young people, among whom a HAS, Handsome Australian Surfer, riding a van in the desert. The driver dropped us off somewhere in the desert, in a plain. There were mountains in the distance on several sides.
We were looking for portals to our home dimension. We knew there were two close by, one to the North West, one to the North East in an oasis.
The Handsome Surfer knew where the second portal was, so we went that way. There were a few rocks there and we couldn't see further than them. When we reached the rocks, we realized that we were at the top of a cliff.
The cliff looked over a small but long beach of sand with a turquoise sea. Many people were lying on the beach. Because the beach was so narrow, it was easy to run off the cliff and jump into the sea, where the portal was, somewhere. The Handsome Surfer did just that.
I wasn't scared at all and walked back a few metres to run and jump off the cliff too. At first it looked like I was going to fall into the sea, and I turned with my back facing the sea so as to minimize the shock. But at some point during the fall, which lasted longer than it should have, I realized I had deviated and would actually hit the sand. I was afraid I would hurt some of the beachgoers. I however managed to land on my feet without hurting anyone or myself.
I learnt (I don't remember how) that every person coming from the cliff should report to a small wooden cabin at the edge of the beach. I went there. Two young men worked there, as sorts of lifeguards. I went to the desk and reported my landing to one of them. He had to tick whether I landed in the sea or on the sand, and was surprised that I survived a landing in the sand.
The Handsome Surfer came in to report his own dives. He'd managed to climb back up the cliff and jump again for the sheer fun of it.
When we were done with the formalities, we went to lie down on the beach. The boy working at the desk came with us, since he'd seemed to hit on me. As I wanted to stay out of the sun, we went to the left edge of the beach, where the cliff made a sort of cave in which I could lie in its cool shade.
We just hung out there, unwilling to try and find the portal in the sea.

12.01.2010

The dream of being a little girl on the run and my cousin gets hurt (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm a little girl. I travel with a man and a boy. We're in hiding. I'm not sure whether we're hiding in a normal world or in a post-apocalyptic world.
We're walking along railtracks. At times we have to hide in the thorny bushes along the tracks.
At some point we reach a lake which lies along the railtracks. There's a low wall between the tracks and the lake, without a beach. Children are swimming in the lake and some are sitting on the wall. I join them. When I get out of the lake, I sit next to another girl with a knitted tanktop and I take note of how it was knitted so that I can knit one for myself later (note: I actually do remember how it was knitted and am planning to try to make one)
Time lapse
I've grown up. I'm trying to meet a woman who's trying to avoid me. I manage to get in the courtyard at the back of which her workshop is located. I get into the workshop. She sells jewellery and small pieces of furniture. A friend of hers is there with the woman's two dogs (white labradors). The dogs welcome me with joy so the woman assumes that I am a friend of her friend. (they're both blondes) When the woman I'm trying to see arrives, she gets angry.
Time lapse
Part of my family has joined me. We receive a phone call from my aunt Annette telling us that our cousin Manou has had a bad accident and is in hospital. His life is in danger. She tells us he is on the 5th floor, room 588 or 888. She gives us directions to get around in the hospital.
Time lapse
We're at the hospital, which is gigantic. The lift opens directly onto the street. There is already someone in there, so only I can go in at the moment and the rest of my family will follow later.
I get in the lift with the other person and press the (5) button, but the lift brings me to the 8th floor.
After some more manipulations, I understand that this lift can only take me to the centre of the hospital, and that I have to take another lift to reach the other floors.
I finally reach the 5th floor. There's a corridor going towards the left, one going behind me on my right side, one to the right and one in front of me curving to the right along a several-floors high patio. Above each corridor there's a sign telling to which services and rooms it leads, but none points to my cousin's room, so I walk towards the information desk (to my right) to ask them where my cousin is. I'm told I have to wait patiently when, for all I know, my cousin may be dying right now.

13.01.2010

The dream of the girls at the beach (Non-lucid)



NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a coastal town with plenty of attractions for tourists, such as restaurants by the seaside on wooden docks. I'm there with my parents and friends, we spend a lot of times swimming.
At night it's still very warm so I'm swimming. A TV crew finishes filming a documentary on a new societal trend among young women, some sort of quasi-lesbianism, featuring two young women kissing and hugging on the beach.
After the crew leaves, my mother and her best friend, waist-deep in the sea, start kissing, etc... - ackward - while my father watches from the beach, dumbfounded. My mother acknowledges that it's something they've done for decades, and I make fun of my father, saying something along the lines of "Did you think you were her first?"

13.01.2010

The dream where I reenact Star Wars (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

With friends I reenact the plot of the Star Wars film. It's stange, since it really happened in this dreamverse (the Star Wars story is true), yet me and two male friends are reenacting it like fans.
I am Princess Leia, except with dark hair like I have in real life. We infiltrate an enemy spaceship. We reach a huge, high room which is like a factory, with hundreds of workers (of many different species) working on different tasks. Me and my friends hack through them with jedi laser sabers. None of them tries to defend themselves.
At last, storm troopers come to try and stop us. I walk through a door into an adjacent room, leaving my mates behind. The room is a real mess, a corner of it seems to be a nurse office, with two hospital beds behind a white curtain. I hide behind the curtain, but the enemy doctor finds me, so I kill him too.
I move onto another part of the room which acts as a dressing-room. I hide between clothes rack, while another enemy roams around the room, trying to find me. However I'm fed up of fighting and, in a bout of lucidity, I realise he can't hurt me and decide to give myself up, to see what would happen. The soldier is surprised to see me surrender so willingly after such a slaughter, even a little suspicious.
I don't remember the end.

14.01.2010

The dream where America and Europe touched (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've always thought that I couldn't go to America because I can't travel by plane, and by boat it would take a long time. In this dream, while looking at a wrorld map, I suddenly realized that, instead of there being the Bering Strait, America and Europe touched up there. Not only that, but there was only a 22 km-wide stretch of Russia between the E.U. and Canada.
So I started planning a journey by foot (yes, I'm that ambitious) to America with my American friend Marge.

23.01.2010

The first dream at Mayotte (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was living in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mayotte">Mayotte</a> since not too long ago. In my dream, Mayotte was composed of many smaller islands, instead of a big one. I went to an island that was South-West of mine to visit along with some relative (which may or may not exist in real life).
This island was reknowned for its hiking path that followed the coastline. The coastline was jagged, with rocks and cliffs, rather than beaches. The temperature was warm, very agreeable.
After a few dozen yards, we ran into two people, a mother taking care of her 12-year-old son, who was lying on the ground. She was covering him in <a href="http://www.mayotte-tourisme.com/galeries/culture/ctm23.jpg">orange body paint</a> and leaves as a form of traditional medicine. Mayotte is one of the least modern parts of France, if not THE least modern.
I asked her what he suffered from, and she said he had a very sore throat after catching a cold. I told her she should give him a scarf when he goes out, but she explains that scarves are very hard to buy in Mayotte, because the average temperature is 25°c/77°F. I told her that I liked to knit and I could easily knit a scarf for her son if she wanted. I showed her a pair of fingerless gloves I'd made.
This dream is anchored in reality, since I've taken to knitting again recently. I've dreamed of knitting twice since then. It must be because knitting is a time-consuming activity, that I often do in the evening, while doing something else. It becomes a bit 'subliminal'.
I'm also really considering asking for a transfer to Mayotte next year or the year after that.
Somehow, the woman's son gets better, and we start walking along the path together, ditching my relative in the process. We get on really well and somewhere along the path we become a couple. (Oh the symbol!) We see many traditional restaurants with markings on the walls, and then he shows me his <a href="http://www.malango-mayotte.com/galerie/photos/bangas/banga04.jpg">banga</a>.
In Mayotte, at the beginning of puberty, males are expected to leave the family house and live in their own case, the banga. They gather their male friends to build it with branches, adobe, and make a palm-leaf roof.
The boy will only leave it when he moves in with a girl (women hold land property there).
We walk even more, until in the evening we reach a point where the path goes down to a small beach, with still more rocks than sand. I run on the rocks and throw myself in the warm water, while he teleports back home.

11.02.2010

Dream of the Party by the Seine (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My memories of this dream are hazy...
It took place by night on the banks of a river, in a relatively big city. It could have been Rouen, making the river the Seine. It was on the left bank (south bank) of the river.
The night wasn't that cold, and you could see the stars.I had parked my vehicle somewhere close to the river. I can't remember whether it was a car or a boat. I went towards a place where I was expected, a big hall. It might have been a party or a conference.
I met several people I knew, some young adults, but also a pupil of mine who'd sneaked out of the classroom on the last day of school before I could write a note to his parents. I decided to bug him since I knew his parents were probably there too.
Time lapse.
After the party, I went back to my vehicle. It was a pleasant dream, I woke up with the feeling that I had spent good time with people I love.

14.02.2010

The dream of the clingy kitten and the hairdresser (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In this dream, I had to go through a sort of mall to reach some place. One of the shops I went through was that of a hairdresser, and a male hairdresser talked to me, encouraging me to make an appointment.
Later as I went back to my place, I found a stray kitten that I adopted. It was black and white, about 2 months old, and clung to my shoulder with its claws.
I went with him on my shoulder to the swimming pool in my garden.
Later that night, I was, once again, coming home though my basement. I was topless when I heard footsteps, and I though it was a thief. I sought shelter in a dark corner, hoping to hit him from behind, but it turned out to be the hairdresser. We went on having a very nice conversation despite the fact that I was topless.

17.02.2010

The dream of the Initiation into a Society of Young Women (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream seemed so intricate this morning, and I've forgotten almost everything!
I was with other female friends (among whom Marie D.) and we were going to be introduced into a society.
First we went on a ride in a nice car, perhaps a black limousine. Then we arrived at the barn where the initiation was to take place. There were lots of people sitting at small, round tables, a bit like in a cabaret, and there was a scene. The ladies of the society were dressed in an old fashion, puritan way (black and white covering dresses).
One of the last part of the initiation was a sort of hypnosis leading to the visualization by the viewers of the hypotized one's anterior lives memories (pfew!), in the form of a comic.

Nice DJ
Some of them are pretty interesting

01.01.2010

The dream where my sick grandfather was kept in a townhall (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My grandfather was sick and probably dying, and he was kept by the mayor in a room on the 3rd floor of the townhall. I had been to see him the days before, but that day I was anxious to see him again because I knew this might be the last time I would see him.
However that day the mayor, a good friend, was absent, and the ladies at the desk wouldn't let me in despite my pleas to let me see my grandfather.
In the end, I became aware that this was a dream, but I refrained from waking up because I was hoping to see my grandfather in the end. (he died two years ago, a long-drawn death in hospital)
I was nearly in tears when I woke up, from the memory, but also because it is now my grandmother who is sick, and I'm afraid she'll die slowly and miserable like my grandfather.

28.02.2010

The lucid where I was one-eyed (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had my first WILD ever! I can't say how satisfied I've been by this night, even though the dream itself was pretty boring.
I shall start by describing all I did that may have led to this WILD:
- first, I spent over an hour on DreamViews in the evening. Amongst my posts was one in which I complained that I'd never had a successful WILD...
- I took half a pill of Bromazepam, a strong anxiolytic I've been using for 3 days.
- Before going to bed, I drank a glass of apple juice. However, I forgot the B6+serotonin pill.
- I set up my computer to play JohnnyRequest's song on LD at 4:30, 5:20 and 6:10. However, the volume was too high, and it woke me up instead of having a possible 'subliminal' effect. The 1st time, I just waited through it and went back to sleep. The 2nd time, I got up and turned it off. Then I stayed up for no more than 5 minutes, and went back to bed.
That's when it become interesting.
I was lying very still, and a few minutes into that I saw a picture, and then another, that seemed like a mosaic of photographs. I told myself, Hey, this must be HH! Let's try to remain aware a little longer!
Then, before I could count to 10, I felt this wave of heaviness go through my body (as described by Jeff777 in his thread on "tricking your body into thinking it's asleep"). It felt a bit like what you feel when you yawn. I knew I'd gone through the hardest bit!
Funnily, this all seemed to happen very quickly, maybe in 5-10 minutes. I didn't feel any SP, but then I was very still, so maybe you miss SP when you don't try to move?
A few seconds after this wave of heaviness, I opened my eyes and I was in a room I didn't know. The room was lighted, as opposed to mine. It was square, with beige or light brown walls and carpet. There was a bed, that looked uncomfortable, a desk and a chair. There was a door but no window; all in all, a pretty grim room.
But that wasn't my main concern... I could only see from my left eye! My right dream-eye was open, but all I saw from it was pitch black! I pried the eyelids open, I rubbed it, I shook my head... nothing worked. That really bothered me. I wanted to go out and enjoy that dream, but what was the point if I could only see half the landscape?
I was disappointed to see that I was not omnipotent and could not bring sight back into my dream-eye at will. I theorized that, since I often sleep with my right arm thrown over my face, this was causing pressure on the eyeball and somehow this translated into blindness in the dream.
I was afraid to try to move my real-arm, for fear that it would wake me up. So I took to try to change things in the room at will, but that failed too. It was all a bit disheartening and I don't remember anything after that.

28.02.2000

The dream of Lou, Tetsuo, Minaru, the island and baseball (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream #102
A very long and detailed dream that happened in the early 2000s.
Lou, Tetsuo (boys) and Minaru (a girl) are 11 an 12. They're friends in junior high. Lou and Tetsuo are boarding students because they follow a special sports programm: they play base-ball.

One day, they're hanging out in the harbour. They meet Bloom, a famous base-ball player, and Lou tells him of his dream of becoming as good as him. But Bloom is really completely insane and, some time later that day he abducts Lou. Nobody knows what happened of Lou and he is soon believed to be dead. Five years pass.

In fact, Bloom's family owns an island off the coast of the harbour, which is only reachable by foot on exceptionally low tides. It is surrounded by very dangerous reefs. When Bloom abducted Lou, he took him to the island. At the top of the island stand the ruins of a house, where he trains Lou. The rest of the time, Lou is alone, and the island is like hell: sharp rocks, brambles, going from one place to another is nigh impossible. Lou spends the winter nights in a small cave, almost freezing to death on several occasions. With time, this hard life gives him a body of steel. He who was a weak child become a strong, muscular teenager.

Every month when the tide is at its lowest, Bloom comes to train Lou. Occasionally, he brings food and clothes. From the island, Lou can see the shore and the city lights, and he often cries when he is on his own, but he never tries to escape because, deep inside, he wants to become the best base-ball player, and he knows he will thanks to Bloom. He knows that Bloom is insane, but also that he is the best, and Lou won't give up. On top of that, he has become somewhat attached to Bloom with the years, and he doesn't want him to be in trouble with the law should he decide to go back home.

Yet, one day, Bloom tells him that he's done it, he's the best, there's nothing more he can teach him, and he throws him out of the island.

Lou goes back to the harbour. He's a bit lost, doesn't know what to do. He goes in a park not to far from his home and sits down on a bench. A few minutes later, two women come. One of them is crying: it's his mother. She's talking with the other, who must be a psychologist, or an attorney, or maybe a social worker. The other woman makes Lou's mother sit on the bench next to Lou. From the conversation, Lou understands that his mother is convinced that he is still alive, and that everybody has vague suspicions about Bloom's family, but that nobody has pressed charges for lack of any evidence.

Not standing to see his mother cry, Lou gives her his only handkerchief. She looks at him straight in the eyes, takes the handkerchief and thanks him, but she does not recognize him. He has changed so much. He's 17, but he looks 25. His hair is shoulder-long. His mother says she suffers from not knowing what her son looks like now. He hurts. He gets up and leaves, thinking that he cannot just come back, that too many things have changed, that it would be better if his mother thought him dead.

He goes to his former junior high (which also covers senior high school). Since it's daytime, the corridors of the boarding school are empty. He goes to the third floor, where his room used to be, but he realizes that now it has become the girls' floor.

He runs down the stairs and into a young woman who was walking upstairs, causing them both to fall. He has a vision: this scene already happened, on his first day of school : he had bumped into Minaru in the stairs, and she'd hurt herself badly during the fall. This time, his reflexes allow him to react immediately and he clutches the railing in one hand, wrapping his other arm around the girl, so that he's the one landing on his back, and she on him.

She gets up quickly and helps him up, but he hasn't felt the pain of the fall. The real shock is that this is Minaru, an 18-year old Minaru, with whom he's just relived that scene. He recognizes her immediately and, although he's changed a lot, she has a feeling... that this might be Lou. But he's gone already, without apologizing, completely upset by this unexpected encounter.

Congratz on your first WILD! I've had my first yesterday and it's great isn't it?
Also, the other dream from 2000, it almost sounded like a movie
Did you dream it in 3rd person "perspective" or were you actually the Lou character?

Nope, it was one of these dreams in which I was absent. They're often the most interesting, plot-wise, bcause then I have access to all the characters' feelings (i.e. the mother, Bloom, Minaru).
I haven't had many dreams that were so detailed and logical. Usually they're full of plot holes, so I really cherish that one!

02.03.2010

The dream where I got on the wrong train and my mother did my laundry (Non-lucid)



NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Long dream in several parts intersparsed with moments of awakeness.
First I got on a train o go to my parents' place for the holidays. However, soon into the journey, I realized that I was on the wrong train. I got off in some station, and waited for a train going back to El----, where I live. It was a very big station, like those you find really big cities.
An attendant at the station pointed me to a train, but I was unsure because that train went to some big German city. However, when I took a look at the stations it stopped at, I realized that it did, indeed, stop in El----.
I finally managed to reach my parents who, in this dream, lived in a flat. Some time near the end of my stay there, my mother gave me my laundry hat she'd washed, although I'd told her I could do it at my place.
While I rummaged through the still damp clothes, I found a bag of soapnuts. But instead of using 4 or 5 nuts, my mother had used the whole bag! I was angry at such a waste. I started to pack my luggage angrily, decided on leaving early because of her mistake.

03.03.2010

The dream of my grandmother gardening (DILD)



NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in Quiberon, in my grandmother's house. I decided to go to the attic. In the staircase, I was a bit disoriented because some windows weren't where they were supposed to be. There was a window opening onto a beautiful garden with rocks and rhododendrons where the attached neighbour's house was.
I reached the attic on the 3rd floor, and noticed that my uncle, who also lives there, had taken down the wall of the attic so that it opened directly onto the stairs.
It was shady and dusty like an attic should be.




On the floor there were boxes of unsold toys, since he used to run a toyshop. Hanging from the ceiling, there were dozens of very thin crucifixes.
I went downstairs, once again puzzled by the windows. I suddenly understood that I was dreaming.
I hesitated a bit about what to do. Through the window to my right, there was another imaginary garden. It was all flat, with flower patches and vegetable patches. My grandmother was gardening with another old lady. Since she is dying in real life, I decided to go spend some time with her.
She was pulling out weeds from around flowers while chatting with the lady, who turned out to be Mrs L.B., my aunt's neighbour. I sat on the ground, chatting with them.
At some point, a little animal appeared in the tall grass. It looked like an otter, or a ferret, except smaller. Since it was a lucid, I decided that it wouldn't be scared and tried to pet it. It rolled on its back and let me pet its belly. It was adorable, covered in brown hair, with a little belly button.

03.03.2010

The dream where I read a magazine while gardening (Non-lucid)

(that one was actually before the previous one)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was at my place by the sea, tending a flower bed, and looking at a catalogue/newspaper that had been forgotten there. The catalogue ofered a kit where the person who suscribed would receive a different item every month.
Some of those items were aloe vera gel to heal cuts, a special bandage that helps healing too, and strawberry plants in hanging pots.
I turned to the next page, but it had been damaged from exposure to the weather. There was an article about a woman who had given birth in a ruined house, so that her and her companion had hesitated about calling an ambulance, but in the end the birth had been okay.
However, the picture illustrating the article just showed the remains of a wall and a piece of tarp as the makeshift shelter of the poor couple.

04.03.2010

The dream of the bike journey in a city named Elbeuf (Non-lucid)



NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So... long, complicated dream... Seemed so clear this morning, and I only remember little bits now.
I was travelling by bicycle in a city named Elbeuf (like the one I live in) which had nothing to do with actual Elbeuf. I had cycled a long way east. I reached a supermarket car park and lay my bike on the grassy bit between the road and the car park. I even lay down for a nap.
I went into the supermarket and in a bakery (I think?), I even faintly remember being offered pastry.
When I came back, some patron on the car park was holding up my denim wallet, wich they had evidently picked up on the ground. I took it out of his (her?) hand when I waked by, saying : "That's mine, thanks!"
Then I rode my bike back towards the city centre.

04.03.2010

The dream during WW2 of a woman fleeing the Gestapo with children (Non-lucid)




NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Much clearer and vivid dream.
I was told, in the present time, of a woman, possibly Jewish, who was reknowned for saving a group of children, possibly Jewish too, from the German police who occupied France during WW2.
The rest of the dream takes place during the event.
The woman was with other female teachers and a group of about 20 children, aged from 8 to 13. (I'm not very good at judging ages) They were waiting in a school, when they heard that the Gestapo was coming for the children. They decided to escape through the school's basement, which communicated with the sewers. (what, your school doesn't?)
For a few hours, if not days, they wandered in underground tunnels, closely followed by the Gestapo. They could hear their footsteps and their words.
At a crossing (those sewers were absurdly spacious), the women hesitated which way to take. The heroin went right, with a group of children, while the others went left.
Too bad for her, it was a dead end. She gathered the children in a dark corner and tried to make them keep quiet, which was hard. One of the kids, Timothy, wandered towards the other group, and the woman could not stop him, not wanting to leave the other kids.
Timothy came back a few minutes later, saying "They got them!", meaning the Gestapo had caught the other group and had left, thinking they had everyone.
Then a man reached the group, a resistant, so they knew they were safe with him. He'd been hiding from the Gestapo in the sewers too. He and the woman decided to try and find a tunnel escape so that they wouldn't have to go through the school again, as it was probably guarded.
The man knew the sewers well and spotted the wall that hid the entrance to the tunnel. He broke the wall, which was very thin at that place, and the children saw an upward tunnel with ladder rings attached into the concrete. They started to climb towards their freedom.

09.03.2010

The dream of the Lady in the Abandoned House (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Very vivid dream and wonderful landscapes and sights. I wish I had been lucid...
I was exploring a luxurious forest with a group of friends or relatives. The ground was gently sloped and we were going up. Despite the vegetation there was plenty of light and the air was warm.
We came across a big house in the middle of the woods. It was 2 floors high plus a basement accessible through the bottom of the slope, and had an intricate shape (with balconies, corners and terraces). The house seemed to be abandoned, since plants grew very close to it. The doors and windows were open.
I climbed up stairs until I reached the ground floor (because of the slope). I walked through a door and into a corridor that went along the side of the house. On the left there were doors, which had been left opened.
The first room was a bedroom, it was empty and dark (the shutters were closed) ; the second room was dark too, it looked like a sitting room.
The corridor next opened onto a large living room. The furniture and the decoration seemed old, reinforcing the idea that the house was abandoned, but yet it felt lived-in. There was no dust, but there were vines and other climbing plants growing inside through the open doors and windows.
Next to the living room, on our right, was a dining-room, still full of oldish knick-knack. At the bottom-right corner of the room, which was also the corner of the house, a dark stairway led to the basement.
We looked down and saw that it was the kitchen down there. The cooking-cabinet seemed strange, and as my friend Josh touched it, it spun round like a hidden door to reveal the other side of the cabinet, which had some other cooking implements.
The rest of the room was a concrete, window-less room, where various products had been stocked (bottles, toilet paper) as if to live in autarcy for years.
Suddenly, we were shocked to see a door open at the other end. It was a shower stall, and an old lady was showering in there, starck naked. She started to talk to us, holding both sides of the conversation. She later left the shower, dressed, and continued the conversation upstairs.
We realized that the old lady had lost her mind, which was the reason why the house was in such a poor state. Whoever had been with her last had taken care of stocking up on food and other necessities, but we decided it wasn't safe to let the old lady on her own, and brought her back to a doctor.
The rest of the dream is confused, with bits about me living in a yurt in a snowy landscape, running around for medicine, and other errands, and being a Tsarin at some point.

11.03.2010

The dream of Dr Watson's Phobia of Shaving (Non-lucid)



NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Set in modern times (my flat) but the characters are from their time. Classified as erotic because, come on, it's Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson, of course the homo-eroticism is strong in this one!
Dr Watson has been assaulted by fangirls on the way to his flat, late at night. They tried to shave him (his face, not his head) but he manged to lock himself in his flat halfway through the shaving process. But now his cheeks are half-shaved, half-stubbled! He can't go out like this!
The obvious solution would be to finish the shaving himself, but Dr Watson suffers from a phobia of shaving that he's never mentioned in his novels. He resorts to calling his best friend, Sherlock Holmes, and tells him of his problem.
Sherlock Holmes, aware of the emergency, comes very quickly, with all of his shaving kit plus a chocolate cake that he bought for Dr Watson on the way.
He starts preparing Dr Watson's skin and shaves him with his straight razor, all the while comforting him after the fangirl assault, that left him quite shaken. While being very close to his face.