Folqueraine's Oniric Misadventures

Hello there! Okay, so I slightly lied in my topic's subtitle. This IS a dream journal. After all this is the Dream Journal forum, right? But this is not a journal written day after day. The thing is, I have kept a journal of my dreams in copybooks and in my computer for 6 years, and now I'll be telling them here, so many of those dreams will have happened a long time ago, which in a way is cool because I wan have a better look at them from here and now.
Uh, my dreams are also... weird. Okay, everybody's are, but mine are pretty exceptionnal in their lenght and the details. I have objectively an excellent dream recall (with down times, like everybody). Their are also very entertaining, say my friends. :banana: :laughhard: You will certainly agree if you have a fan of Harry Potter, the X-Men or Stargate heroes (my sleeping ego doesn't give a damn about copyright).
And they are in French, since I AM French, so I'll have to translate them. If you find some inexactitudes (does this mean something in English?), forgive me! :doh: (and point them out to me!) Recently I have been dreaming in English (living in England and everything) so when this is the case I'll underline it.
Have fun ! :welcome:

The dream of Poulgolo cloister before 2002.

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Poulgolo is part of a moor on Quiberon peninsula, in which relatives possessed a small patch of land without any building, just heather and pine trees. In this dream my grandmother gave me a guided tour of the property, the biggest part of which I didn't know. Other members of my family, such as my younger cousin Joss, my uncle Pivy, were also there. There was actually a cloister on the property, or a half-cloister (only two "walls"), turned North-West. The rays of the setting sun enlightens the place through the pillars. On the East side of the cloister is a huge room with only three walls (the South side is open), without any window or light, so that seen from the entrance, it looks empty. In fact when you progress into it, you can see that the wall on the other side is not finished, there is a 60 cm (2 ft) opening between it and the ground, on all the length, hidden in darkness. We all get into it, using church andles to give us light. Behind the wall, the room is a really huge amphitheatre (or a giant stairway?) going down earth's depths. We walk down for several minutes. It is very wet, there are puddles and moss grows, so it is very slippery. We can't really see the walls on either side. We finally reach the bottom, where there isn't anything particular, just a big stone wall. We go back up the "stairs". My grandmother gives me the cloister and its secret amphitheatre.

I cannot really interprete this. Someone give me something that was kept secret, so it must be of some value, but in the end it is a dead end.

A regular pattern in my dreams : I discover that a place I thought I knew was in fact much bigger, with underground levels or hidden passageways. In my list of dreams, this features is joined with the criteria "something is not what it looks like".
Another systematic feature: the orientation. In my dreams there's always a North, East... (and so on). Geographically speaking, it is most of the time very coherent, to the point that I can draw maps of the locations.
Another common feature : religious locations. Many dreams occur in churches, monasteries or religious looking-buildings, even when there is no religious "action". It is worth mentionning since I am the most obtuse atheist. Is my unconscious calling for more religion in my life? Or should I say "was it", since I less frequently dream of such places these days?

The dream of the flooded valley and of the drowned boy, date unsure, before or around 2002.

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One of the longest and most detailed dreams I have ever had.

My name is Marion and I am antarcticologist. It's nighttime and with my friends François and Elodie* aboard our ship, I am en route to the South Pole. We "park" near the ice cap, and François and I take to measure the thickness of the ice cap while Elodie, hands in her pockets, is observing us from far away. The ice cap is 3 metres (10 ft) thick. We then decide to go back to the closest harbour: the Cap in South Africa (we can already see the lights from Antartica). Once in the Cap, we must navigate between the wharves to find a place to "park".
When it is done, I stroll a little in the docks. There are stacks of wooden boxes everywhere, on which you can climb like on a mountain. While I am having my little walk, I see a young man** hiding in one of the empty boxes the side of which is missing. People are looking for him, calling him a thief. He hasn't seen me and, feeling some sort of sympathy towards him, I do not denounce him.
Later, my dog and my cat*** go to the hotel to prepare the rooms we had booked. (yes, they can speak). When my friends and I join them, the hotel manager gives us a tour of the hotel. It is built on the side of a valley, near what looks like a big lake, and it also is a camp park. But there is not pitch whose number is under 26, because all these pitches were flooded when a dam broke, and the valley has been flooded since then: there was no lake before. There is also a football field (soccer, for you Americans), which is half flooded too (it is not plane). We are told that 10 years ago, a child tragically drowned there.
Back inside the hotel. While walking in the corridor, I see a door which is ajar. Inside, the thief is negotiating with a babooshka for an expensive object. When the deal is done, I see the old lady putting her money in her shoes' heels. It is a very well known technique among thieves (although I have no idea of how I know that). The thief sees me and kind of wink at me, and I wonder if he may have seen me the first time.
Then I go back to the football pitch and I have a flash back of the little boy's death. There was a match between to children's teams on the pitch, although half of it was under water. In the "deep end", there was up to one metre of water (3ft). After the match, one of the boys, the goal, went looking for the ball, under water**** He knew the ball was on the other side of the fence, so he bent under water, slipt his hand between the (how do you call that ???) losanges of the fence to pull the ball towards him, and his glove got stuck in the fence, and he drowned. When people realized he was missing, it was too late.
Back to present time. I am leaning on the concrete rail with Olivier Atton*****, thinking about this drama. Oliver is positive, it is a murder disguised in accident. How could the football be behind the fence? It was too high for the ball to get there.
Another flashback of my own childhood : I was on a train stopped in the middle of a flooded nowhere. There was water up until the wheels. It was raining. The train was empty, except for me.

*who do not really exist. Exceptionally in this dream, original characters have names.
**looking like Sidney Bristow's fair haired friend in Alias.
***original characters again. I don't have a dog, and none of my cats can speak anyway :)
**** Yes, I know. But in that world, footballs don't float. (I should have seen it as a dream sign, just like the talking dog and cat, or seing the Cap's lights from Antartica, but I didn't even know about LD at the time)
***** the "French name" of Captain Tsubasa, a manga football player.

The Dream of the Prehistoric Village Isolated from Modern World

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I am a member of a scientific expedition who regularly goes to a beach, which you can reach only by foot after hours of impossibly hard paths. On this beach is a village where people still live like in the prehistoric times, isolated from our world. For us, paleontologists, historians and so on, this is a treasure, of mine of information.
I have already been part of this expedition once. I am going back in the hope of meeting a young girl with which I got on very well.
Unfortunately, we had to admit that our visits had a negative influence on the villagers, since some of them got used to the (rare) modern products we brought along with us, such as cornflakes.


This time, their was little possibility for me to realize it was a dream, due to the lack of obvious dream signs.

Edit: post pointless as picture disappeared off the internet.

So let's start with the extra complex one.

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At the beginning, I was a nun, in the 1930s-1940s and for some reason, me and a superior had to hide from other people. She guided me down some staircase that went very deep underground. The walls and the staris were made of a beige stone. At some point I noticed a room, to the West of the stairs, that was strangely light for something so deep. Then I somehow got separated from the older nun and decided to go back up to the world of the living.
I somehow turned into a young, typically post-war looking young lady. I was in a city that looked like Paris, and I was reunited with a young man I had tender feelings for and whom I hadn't seen for a very long time (because he was a soldier?). He looked like one of my mates from high school, Vincent. Vincent and me went for a ride in his (or mine?) car, a coupé from the 1940s too.
We started to discuss the result of the upcoming (actual) French presidential elections, being worried that Sarkozy would be elected. I worked in England and was back in France for a short time only. I wondered if he would accept to come and live with me in England if Sarko was elected.
Then we went back to were we came from, except that for some reason we were driving on a railway now. We arrived at a station where he disappeared and I hookep up with 2 older male friends. We went in the underground part of the station, which happened to be in Tokyo. There were all sorts of little shops selling pointless gadgets such as only the Japanese can make! Among other, I was amazed to find little porn figurines with the face of Emma Watson! But my mates were delighted.
Then we took a corridor to go upstairs and the station turned into a ferry, and I was with my parents. It was a very luxuous cruise ship, the kind we couldn't afford anyway. We saw that restaurant which looked very expensive, and had a french name which I have forgotten, except that there was "jeudi" (thursday) in it. We asked if we could have a table, and the waiter ask if we'd booked, to which we said yes, even if it wasn't true. He gave us a table someone else had booked. Unfortunately, the cuisine was pretty poor, and I protested, he said there were some sort of restrictions. What's more my parents and I were worried the people who had righfully booked the table would come and we would be uncovered.

2 dreams? I can't tell where the second one starts. A bit of spacing might help

Oups... Sorry, I was being lazy after all this typing...
Well it's reassuring, it means someone reads my posts! :banana:
So, the second dream was semi-lucid...

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I was hiking on the left side of a forest-covered valley, a very deep valley with very steep sides. The trees were absolutely huge, and I remember thinking it was one of the coolest dreams I ever had (hence the "semi"-lucid). The scenery reminded me of Rivendell (spelling?) in the Lord of the Rings films...
I was in company of many people, among whom my father and one of my aunts, and we admired the landscape whilst walking...
At one point we saw a very long, thin and fragile looking wood bridge that crossed the valley, like 200 feet above the river.
It was winter and the top of the valley was covered in snow, but as we walked down the snow disappeared.
The path was narrow, windy and in some places dangerous, the ground crumbling under our feet. As we walked down, we walked under another bridge, a real, solid bridge made of red bricks, we walked near one of its piles...
Then the trees became even bigger, their roots were enormous, some bigger than us, and covered in green moss, and I remember thinking the trees had to be centuries old.
Then the little girl downstairs started to have an argument with her mom and I was forced to wake up.
:mad:

I feel I missed part of my dream tonight - it seems to start in the middle of itself.

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I am absent from my dream, it's a film-like one. It's night and a young man is accompanying his girlfriend back home. They're in their mid-teens and she's not allowed to go out at night (or maybe she just doesn't want her father to know. She lives with only her father, so he's probably be very protective of her.
Tonight they've made love for the first time. The young woman climbs back up to her bedroom window, which she had left open, and her lover goes his separate way after waving her goodbye.
A few days later, they meet again and she is upset because she is pregnant with him. She apparently had a pregnancy test very quickly after they made love. He wants to be supportive and tries to comfort her, saying that they have plenty of time before deciding what to do. He doesn't say the word, but he means that they have several weeks before deciding wether she should have an abortion or not.
Another time ellipse. The girl goes to a shop down her street, near the beach, where she meets with friends, basically female characters from Eastenders (a British soap opera) where they had manicure in a shop with a most unusual decoration: rocks, trees and even a spring!

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349 (19-20/07/2007) The dream of me as a werewolf. A man and me (unconscious of being me) leave a pub at night. There is a fight with a werewolf, as there is a full moon, and the authorities come and arrest him. I tell the man (that I haven't known for a very longtime) that I am a werewolf too. He asks why I haven't changed into a werewolf, and I explain that there must be some trigger: anger, fear, an emotional of physical shock... He takes me in his car and suggests taking me away from the authorities (which are seen as somewhat threatening). I fall asleep, and I have a vision of him waking me up by tapping my arm, and that it will trigger my lycanthopy.

350 (19-20/07/2007) There is a sandy island or archipelago off the coast of a mainland. The population isn't very large. Life used to be normal there. Now, a few generations later, people don't know about the sun. There is only the sky, which sometimes is very dark with stars, and sometimes is light enough to see. But they don't make a distinction between day and night, there is only «*the sky*». A visitor is surprised at this and finds out that it is actually the mainland people who, in order to punish the islanders for some reason, years ago, modified the orbit of their planet so that the islanders could never see the sun, while the mainlanders could still enjoy a low sun. The visitor put things back right, and the islanders, many of whom where on the beach, facing the mainland (which is too far to be seen), are amazed at the appearance of this light ball and the heat that is emitted from it. I am one of them, and I take off my jumper (but keep my yellow tee-shirt) to go swim in the sea.

(28-29/09/2009)

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I'm walking on the sea shore with my parents, at about the place known as Pouldu. We can see flashes of light on the shore around the place known as Guidel, and also on the island of Groix. The flashes on the shore keep getting closer, until we realize that they are rockets that are being launched from the island (in this dream, there's a military base on Groix).

The rockets are getting ever closer, so that we start running away towards the east, but we realize the rockets are faster than us :eek:, so instead we choose to hide behind a wall (which just happened to be there).

The rockets explode, closer and closer, hitting rocks and trees. One of them explodes less than 6 feet away from me, covering me in a green, fluorescent liquid worthy of a B-movie. The liquid is slightly corrosive and covers about half of my body, and the whole of my right shoulder.

Flash forwards a few weeks: I suffer a lot from all the places touched by the green liquid, and a doctor diagnoses it as "rubella". Yeah, right.

The end of the dream is blurry, as I remember considering suing the military, and there being a scandal as the military, you know, isn't quite supposed to test unknown weapons on a highly frequented place...

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I'm riding around a moor known as Poulgolo, on a peninsula, on my bike. My grandmother and my uncle join me by car, and then head back home.

At this point I go to a piece of land owned by my family, where there is a blockhaus in which 6 cells are built. There are many of those blockhauses on the seashore from when France was occupied by the German army. The front of these cells is square-shaped, and its sides are between 2 and 3 feet high. There are 2 levels with 3 cells each. They form a "L", with 2 cells being perpendicular to the 4 others. The entrance to the cells is closed by rusty metallic bars which can't seem to open.

In each cell (which is deeper than it is large) there is a gurney, on which a patient is lying. There are men and women, and they all look terrible, pale, with traces of blood on their faces. I can't see the rest of their bodies because they're lying with their faces closer to the front of the cell.

I'm not really moved by their situation, until the tide starts flooding the bottom of their cells. The gurneys can float on water, but I'm worried that the tide may reach to top of the bottom cells, and thus cause the patients to drown. So I decide to find the hospital responsible for them so that someone come and take care of them.

I look at a map of the peninsula, but I can't seem to find the hospital. I then realize the map is only of the south-east of the peninsula, and then take a bigger map. I locate the hospital on the wild coast of the peninsula, not too far from Poulgolo.

As I'm getting ready to go there, I realize that my 6 patients are not in their cells anymore. A little girl with long, straight brown hair tells me that she's killed them to "prevent their suffering", with a smile both innocent and cruel.

At this point, things become blurry as I remember pursuing the little girl in the many paths of Poulgolo, and then being pursued by her as she turned out to be really evil :parapet:.

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Poulgolo and the peninsula are actual places. They're very high above-sea level, so there's no way the tide could reach there. Thus I find it quite creepy that I dreamt of this extraordinary tide the same night the Samoa were flooded by a tidal wave.

14.10.2009

Dream of the shop that wanted me to pay 200€ (Non-lucid)

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In Quiberon, a shop called me at night to tell me I owed them 200€. They woke my grandmother up and I shouted at them because of it. I didn't remember owing them money, I only remembered buying a bus ticket from them, which apparently entailed a sort of subscription.

20.06.2001

The Dream of the Green Toad and the Laughing Dog
20th-21st June, 2006 (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

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I'm a witch and Willow is my friend, living in a convent in my hometown, along the stairs linking the high town and the low town. We're in her bedroom having fun with magic. I make it rain. With the rain comes a little green toad on the window ledge. I give it to Willow.
I then take a walk outside and enter the Our Lady of Saint-Michael church. There's a funeral going on and I feel embarassed about barging in, so I go sit in the back of the church.
Two people are being buried, in the very ground of the church. A little girl, sitting in front of me, turns round and tells me that noise is coming from one of the coffins.
When everyone is gone, I try to lift one of the big stone tiles covering the coffins, to check out what is moving in the coffin, but it's hard and I get tired. I walk out of the church. I see an old car, driven by a nun, who is coming back from the beach where she took two children.
She offers to drive me back home, but instead I ask her to lend me one of the shovels the kids have used at the beach.
Digging becomes much easier. When I have removed the stones and the layer of sand, I lift the top part of the first coffin, in which a little teckel-like dog is lying on his side.
He looks surprised to see me and quickly shuts his eyes and plays dead, but I tell him to drop it because I've seen through his comedy. He hops out of the coffin with a grin and follows me outside.
We go to an alcohol-free bar, and later in the evening we meet with Willow and her toad in a pizzeria.

03.11.2009

The dream of the vampire girl's fiancé (Non-lucid)
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A young man was in a dark room, with a table set for dinner and two older people. The older people were his girlfriends parents, and he was meeting them for the first time.
They were hostile at him for some reason (probably the usual "you're not good enough for her") and seeing as they were vampires, he was not feeling at ease. They stood on their side of the table and him near the door, but their words were hostile, and soon they got closer to him, invading his personal space and snarling at him.
At that point, the vampiric girl came in. So far, I hadn't realised they were vampires. The girl's appearance gave it out: she had a Bella Swan look, or a female Edward What's-His-Name look: she was very pale, had long brown hair and was very big (she was taller than anyone else in the room).
She admonished her parents for their behaviour towards the fiancé.
The rest of the dream is blurry.
Afterwards, the vampire and her fiancé stayed mostly together. The fiancé wanted to initiate sex, but had to be very patient because: 1- the girl wanted to direct everything, and 2- sex amounted to caressing and kissing her chest.
All along, the girl completely dominated her fiancé, giving him orders, etc... which he accepted willfully.
At some point they were also out on a market. So not the sun-allergic kind of vampire.

06.11.2009

The dollar by the bottle dream (Non-lucid)

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was staying with my parents, when they started to pack up things and get ready to leave the house, as they had just heard that a special event was going to take place uphill from where we live.
They asked me to come with them, but I had no idea what the event was, so I asked them. My mother explained to me that dollars would be dropped "by the bottle", i.e. bottles full of dollars would literally be dropped from the sky.
I was deeply perturbed, I had no idea what the hell this was about, and it felt like everybody knew. I felt stupid, and I demanded that they explained, and they repeated the same thing, as if it was an everyday occurrence. They didn't understand why I didn't understand, they did their best to explain it, and yet my mind couldn't encompass it. I felt as if I lacked the intelligence required to understand it, and I felt incredibly left out. I cried. I actually woke up crying, and with tears mark across my face.
The dropping of dollars by the bottle actually turned out to be some sort of flea market.
But the most striking part of that dream remains the desperation I felt at not understanding. I think for the first time in my life I experience idiocy. It was awful.

08.11.2009

The dream of the cub hanging from a cliff (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream took place in Rouen, Normandy. I was riding the bus in the morning, on a road that links to top of the valley to the lower part of the city. It's a long windy road, with fields and woods to the right and steep hills and cliffs to the left, but it's still part of an urban center.
At some point, in a curve, I catch a glimpse of what seems to be a bear cub hanging on the side of the cliff. I shrug it off as an hallucination because, really, a bear in a metropolis?
Hours later, I drive down the same road, this time in my parents' van. My aunt is also with us. As I look outside the window, I see the cub again! It seems to be struggling, as if it was about to fall. I ask my mother to stop, which she does at the bottom of the hill. None of them will believe me when I tell them what I've seen, but I know this isn't a dream (ahem) so I pull out my mobile phone and call the firefighters.
The lady who takes my call doesn't believe me at first, but I must sound convincing because soon she dispatches a team to the cliff. I don't get to see the rescue of the bear, but I feel relieved that I helped save it.

08.11.2009

The hot dream with Nina Caliente and some girl (Non-lucid)

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream actually happened before the cub bear dream.
Nina Caliente, a character from the Sims 2, had hot girl-on-girl sex with some other character (Cassandra?) in my parents' bedroom. It involved at some point a hairbrush.
There was also a third girl who recalled disturbing stories of how she had to give head to random men when she worked in a library.
Really, really weird.

11.11.2009

The dream of the giant futuristic hotel and a red van (Non-lucid)

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a long series of short dreams loosely related to one another, that seems to last for at least 2 hours. I shall tell the most striking moments, although they will sound like different, independent dreams.
I was with my aunt Ann and my younger cousin Joss. We were standing in front of a huge, 5 storeys high hotel. It looked like a gigantic mall. Its outer walls were entirely covered in reflective glass and metal.
From the sky, its shape was a cross between a stick man and a star.
As my older cousin M. worked in it (in a restaurant) we had the priviledge of being allowed to see it. The hotel hadn't opened yet and even seeing the outside was a priviledge.
My cousin M. took us for a walk inside. The corridors looked like a cross between a cruise ship and a mall. There were already Christmas ornaments up, and the floor was covered in sparkly crushed sugar (that was supposed to emulate snow).

Later, I was with a group of people, some relatives, some friends and adventurers. We travelled around in a red van, along the sea, on an island, later stopping in front of a supermarket.
I had tagged the van with blue metallic spray paint, and as we left the shop, a cop accosted us, saying these kind of decorations weren't allowed. I faked tears and told him that it was our neighbour who'd painted our van to avenge the death of his dog that he blamed - unfairly - on us.

Some more time later, my aunt told me that my older cousin had heard of a distant cousin of us, a professor of English literature. He was now teaching abroad, in New York. I'm particularly interested in that bit ; is my unconscious trying to make me contact that cousin?

12.11.2009

The dream of the Summer Camp with Sandy and Josh Gates (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had got a job at a summer camp. Before my first day of work, I had arranged to meet up with another worker to drive there together.
As we met at the given time, I realized it was my childhood friend Sandy. We had the same make of car, Twingos by Renault, but mine was pinkish-red while hers was greyish-purple.
I thought we'd agreed to take her car first, but there had been a misunderstanding and in the end we went there in my car. My car was parked very closely to the one behind, and I had to be very careful when I started uphill.
Once there, I recognized many of the kids as my students from junior high. They were happy to see me in a different environment and most of them were adorable.
The summer camp was located beside a river, in a field, with a few brick buildings (the toilets, showers and offices) and mostly tents. On the other side of the river was a forest.
A few days later, one of the kids, Elisa, showed me a very nice "sculpture" that she'd done. It was a house made of interwoven grass with plenty of details in the roof, the chimney...
I decided to show it to the camp manager, who happened to be Joshua Gates. I was told he was giving a concert up on the river.
I walked along the river and found that the concert was taking place on a scene built indeed right next to the river, a little way from the main camp. Joshua was singing as part of a rock band.
After the concert he stayed to have a chat with me and a few friends and when a certain place, called Pouldu, was mentionned, he showed us a tattoo, on his backside, shaped like the island of Belle-Ile, with the name Pouldu, and also written something that made a pun about being "behind" Pouldu.
In the end he left before I remembered to talk to him about Elisa's basketry.

14.11.2009

The dream of the twins in the jungle (Non-lucid)

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream took place in the jungle, with plenty of characters. It had a film-like feeling, all the more so since I wasn't any of the characters. I was watching from above.
There were many plotlines and I constantly switched from one to the other. Among those plotlines:
- white people visited the indigeneous people of the jungle. They knew each other already, so it wasn't the first time they came.
- among the dark-skinned (but caucasian-looking) kids that were meant to be the indigenes, was a fair-skinned, fair-haired boy which, it was implied, had been lost and adopted by the indigenes.
- among the white people were two pairs of twins, adult males and teen females. The twins usually went by in two pairs made of one of each twin's pair (i.e. one of the men and one of the girls). At some point the pairs got mixed (girl A + man B / girl B + man A) but none of them realized at first.
- later, one of the female twins got lost with a pet (a big, red talking bird). She went into a cave, but the tunnel opened into a cliff and she slipped. She was barely hanging and the bird try to keep her from letting go while waiting for rescue.

19.11.2009

First lucid in a year or so (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a landscape of lush hills with random boulders, inspired by the videogame Oblivion. Along with my mother, I was running after a bear cub.
(what is it with me and bear cubs these days?)
I then wondered where on Earth I was and why I was running after a bear cub. "This must be a dream", I thought, and decided to perform a reality check by pushing one hand through the other. It didn't work.
"What? Wait, I've got to be dreaming! Let's count my fingers."
Nope, five fingers, all normal. I'm starting to doubt, so I close my eyes and shake my hand, wishing for new fingers to appear. When I open them, I've got about 7 or 8 fingers.
"This is it! I'm lucid!" I do it again and have ten, and then 3 fingers. I'm having a lot of fun.
I don't remember anything after this.

28.11.2009

The dream where I had to spend the night at someone's house (Non-lucid)

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A strange dream that somehow coordinated with the previous dream, while still being distinct.
Something had happened at the school I work at. Perhaps a disaster or an attack. It was late and it was too dangerous for me to go back home. An acquaintance, who looked like Joshua Gates - what is it with this man? I've dreamt of him twice in a fortnight! - offered to let me stay at his place. He lived alone in a big, modern house with expensive furniture.
I found it hard to sleep that night. I had nightmares. I woke up late that morning and wandered in the empty house. I looked outside the windows giving onto the front yard. The house was at a high point in a suburban area. The street was empty, there wasn't a sound.
I then went in the back yard. The garden was landscaped. The sky was cloudy and the grass was wet with dew.
I noticed a fence that surrounded the garden on its side and in the back, except for what seemed like a path leading into the woods behind the house.
I found Joshua playing (golf?) in the garden. He called me sleepyhead. I explained that I'd had a bad night.
For some reason that dream had a Twilight feeling about it. Was it the cloudy sky? The wealthy home? The bad sleep? The sense of impending danger? I can't really tell.

07.12.2009

The dream where I got a girlfriend (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream consisted mostly of me hanging out with a beautiful dark-haired girl to whom I was very close. I can't quite say whether we were very close friends, in love, or if it was unrequited love on my part. Our relation was non-sexual though.
The first part of the dream was at my house, were we hung out and chatted about our hobbies.
The second part of the dream was about 2 months later, at my work, at school. I actually remember looking at a calendar and, in the dream, being surprised that our relation has been going for so long already.
She was about to be interviewed for some reason by an important guy, and I helped her to prepare. As the important guy arrived, he noticed that there wasn't a chair for me to wait during the interview, so he sent me and my girlfriend to pick up a chair with a middle leg in the room where my Dad worked.
My dad was giving a dictation to a bunch of schoolkids. One of them was older than average. I kissed him goodbye before leaving the room. We came back with a chair.

12.12.2009

The dream where I married a King (Non-lucid)

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a long, detailed dream in a historical-fantasy setting. It was particularly fulfilling, I don't know why, perhaps because of the level of detail?
The dream took place in the early Middle Ages. At the beginning I was a serf or a peasant, perhaps even less, a nomad. I was a teenage girl with my father. We did not have a house to call our own, we lived in a tent made with hide, on a hill, on top of which was a castle.
It was winter and it was very cold. The wind made it hard to sleep at night. It was so cold that the wooden barrel we kept in the tent kept cracking, and exploding, so we took them outside. But it didn't snow, it was just ice-cold winds.
Some time later, we were attacked by sorts of Barbarians, but they were not cruel, and I was actually rejoiced because I thought it was an occasion to get out of this dead-end life.
I ended up making love with one of the Barbarians in the tent.
Then I was taken to the castle with other women and I was married to one of the Kings. I wasn't too enthusiastic about it but I didn't protest to much because serf to Queen isn't that bad a change.
At some point my husband asked me to go to the Church with him (it was actually a chapel inside the castle) I was reluctant, but I finally agreed. I took our son with us.
As we were sitting along with other nobility, I expected the mass to start, but the men who appeared were other noblemen, who started presenting some strategy to our husbands the Kings. I understood that my husband had known all along that it was actually a pre-fight debriefing, but he wanted to know whether I would come if told it was but a mass. In a way, I had passed a test.
I didn't understand anything that the men were talking about, so I paid attention to my husband and my baby.
What followed was a funny moment of in-universe awareness.
As I looked at our baby, I told my husband I couldn't believe we'd been together for a year already. I said "It feels like it was yesterday that I married you." I had grown fond of my husband since the wedding.
I held my husband's hand. At this point in the dream, my husband was a fair-skinned Black, while he'd been white in the beginning of the dream.

14.12.2009

The dream where I helped Harry Dickson (Non-lucid)

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

An English industrial city in the 1930s. I work as a sort of secretary for two men, in a row house, in a neighbourhood filled with rows of red brick houses.
As I arrive one morning, a murder has been committed (I don't remember who's been killed) and Harry Dickson (a Sherlock Holmes-like American detective) comes to investigate. He interviews me and I am able to give him precious information, among others about the shiny red paint the house was painted with, which turns out to be a clue.
As a reward, Harry Dickson made me his assistant. I helped him through several cases. Coming from the lower class, I was better able to mingle with those people than him.
He once offered me a pair of nice earrings which I wore with pride. However, some mobsters noticed them and deduced that I was protected by someone powerful. Harry Dickson heard that I was under threat and asked me to relocate to another part of town, beyond the river.
The rest of the dream turned into a contemporary Doctor Who cast autograph session where I had to stand for the actress playing Lucy Saxon.

15.12.2009

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

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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:
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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)
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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)

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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)
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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.

:crying:

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:shock:
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)

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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)

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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.


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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)

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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)

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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)
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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)
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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.

14.03.2010

The dream of the Dead on the Railtracks (Non-lucid)
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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It had been a long time since I'd dreamt of railtracks... Here comes my dreamsign again.
I was walking on a road with my parents. We were going North-West, when the road came to a crossing with railtracks. On the other side of the railtracks was the tiny house of the crossing-keeper.
Suddenly a naked guy came out of nowhere and ran on the tracks. He had an erection and some sort of sexual device attached to his penis (for sexual gratification, I don't know if those exist, and if they do I certainly don't know their name).
Just as a train came, he lay down on the tracks. We watch in horror as he's run over by the train, but the crossing-keeper, a short, fat, bald man, tells us that he will be allright, that it's a sexual fetish of that guy.
We cross the tracks and keep on along the tracks to the North. There's a small earth path, so we are not in danger from the trains. At some point the path turns to the left. It is surrounded on both side by high brambles.
And in the middle there's a stack of dessicated corpses. There are seven or eight of them, some standing, some in complicated positions, all leaning against each other. All of them have been mangled by rain wheels. Quite obviously, there's a serial killer pushing people under trains on the loose.
I take pictures and we move on, because we really have to get where we're going. On the way the path turns into a hospital corridor. We also come across a dead baby and a closet in which a child is locked (that part is blurry).
On the way back, suspecting that the doctors at the hospital are involved in the murders, I decide to show one of them the pictures I took of the corpses while acting like I suspect nothing. Unfortunately, I can't find the pictures on my camera. (malfonctioning electronics? I really wasn't careful with dream signs that night)

16.03.2010

The dream of the three-headed girl (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

As a teacher, I went back to the highschool I went to as a student. The building was a mix between my highschool and the college I went to next.
I went to the staff room and said hello to a former colleague of mines, Nick, who actually taught in another highschool where I used to teach. Yeah, it's getting complicated. He greeted me with "Hello, my love!" just to mess with the other teachers. It made me smile.
I socialized with my other former colleagues and a shy, dark-haired, British assistant.
Then I went in the corridor, which overlooked an open patio, with bridges going from one end of the building to the next. That's what it looks like from the middle floor:
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Two girls were lying on trolleys/gurneys. One was a former students of mine, Juliet, the other was a three-headed girl. They were used as "dummies" for a life-saving training session.
I did not dare to stare at the three-headed girl because I didn't want to be rude. Since they seemed to be bored, as they were supposed to play dead, I went to read them a story. I crouched between the two trolleys, leaning on the bridge railing, and started reading.
A nurse student came to feed them, and I looked discretely at the three-headed girl. Her two other heads were actually small and non-fonctionnal, their features only half-finished.

23.03.2010

Not a dream per se (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I woke up extra early this morning, at around 6 this morning (my alarm was set at 7:35). After drifting in and out of sleep, I decided to "think", as I put it, or let my mind wander without going back to sleep.
My mind did wander a lot, and I felt aware. However, when I opened my eyes to check the time again, and decided to get up (at around 7:20), I couldn't remember a single thing!
I had felt decidedly aware before, but since all the memories had slipped through my fingers, I suppose I must have been dreaming. I hadn't taken my medication since two days before (Monday morning) so I don't know if the memory loss is due to it or to the fact that it was indeed a dream.
All I remember from that hour or so of "half asleep dreaming" is that I was talking to a man.

26.03.2010

The dream where I was an aware sim (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in the Sims 2 game, as a sim, and aware of being one, although not aware of dreaming. Sneaky subconscious! Anyway, in the first part of the dream, I was with a groupd of friends and we decided to leave my flat to go downtown. We left the flat, with a newborn inside, but it was alright because when we left, the flat/lot was saved and time froze inside, so nothing could happen to the baby.
Then went downtown, my friends disappearing in the mean time, and now I was in a Sims 3 seamless world.
I joined a female friend, and we were talking about our jobs. I pointed to a modern building, saying I wouldn't like to work in it, because it didn't look real. In the Sims 3, the work buildings are "rabbit-holes", that is to say they're just shells in which characters disappear, you can't see the inside, although there's an illusion, when you look through the windows, that makes it look like there's something inside.

29.03.2010

The Dream of the Irish Guerilla, Holmes and Watson (Non-lucid)
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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The dream started in Ireland. It was in black and white with a grainy feeling to it. In the beginning, the point of view is that of one of the Irish boys, then it changes.
In Ireland in the early 20th century - possibly the First World War - some youths (males in their early twenties) are fighting against an enemy we can't see. They are on a moor with fences and heater.
A tall, thin young man with dark hair stands up behind a fence, holding his rifle vertically in his left hand, in a gesture of defiance. He is shot dead in the chest.
Then I see the same scene again from the point of view of the attacker. The youth is shot and falls to the ground. The scene is still in grainy black and white.
The friends of the dead shout something like "Go to hell, Holmes", and it turns out that the killer is Sherlock Holmes.
Time lapse.
I now have the point of view of John Watson. He has been captured by the Irish youths and is held prisoner in a circular room without a ceiling, which may or may not be a well. There is another prisoner with him and he can't see him (I don't know if it's because of a blindfold or because it is so dark). He often talks with him. He's miserable because he's been a prisoner for months.
The other prisoner is Sherlock Holmes, but for some reason he doesn't want to let Watson know. I personnally think this is very rude, because Watson would feel much better knowing that his friend is with him. While they are chatting, Holmes is covering the wall of the well with a sort of thin, transparent glue (with a paint brush). There are some poster about him on the small-bricks wall.

EDIT: prophetic dream alert? A work mate unexpectedly offered me the Sherlock Holmes DVD today.

03.04.2010

The Dream of the Giant Tidewave and the Ice Age over France (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was standing on my own on the sea side, waiting for a gigantic tidal wave that had been announced. It would hit all of the coasts of France. I saw it coming, and it was monstrous. Several hundred feet, perhaps a kilometer high.
As it came closer, I hung on to a tree trunk. I was very calm and somehow thought that it would suffice to save me.
Apparently I was right since the dream continued, some time after the tide wave. All of France was plagued with an ice age. It was snowing and the rivers were frozen. To top the innumerable victims of the tide wave, the snow and cold had killed many more people.
I was in the town centre of Anaurot, near the Salt Bridge.
<a href="http://www.hiboox.fr/go/images/nature-decouverte/bridge,d743673fa3b72b99b3f165e4087475cc.png.html" alt="Hébergé par Hiboox.fr"><img src="http://free0.hiboox.com/vignettes/1410/d743673fa3b72b99b3f165e4087475cc.png" border="0" ></a>The river under it was frozen, and I walked down some snow-covered steps leading into the water to try and see if there was someone to rescue from a car stranded on the ice.
There were plenty of people outside, wandering aimlessly, having nowhere to go, not knowing what to do.

09.04.2010

The dream of Sherlock Holmes and the Unthwarted Bomb Plot (Non-lucid)

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

3rd person dream, with a 3rd person narration centred round Sherlock Holmes. Again. I know. I'm just reading his whole adventures at the moment so he pops up often.
So Sherlock Holmes left his home, knowing that some terrible killer wanted a personnal revenge against him. He met with one of the Baker Street Irregulars to gather information about the killer.
They exchanged information while walking towards the centre of the city, which looked like the medieval part of the city of Vannes. http://free0.hiboox.com/vignettes/14...409b20f053.png
Sherlock and the boy sat in a church, where a mass was going on, or some other function. Suddenly, a man sat in front of Sherlock Holmes and he recognized the killer. They began a conversation full of double entendres so as not to scare the bystanders. The killer then revealed that he had an explosive belt and that he was planning to blow the whole church.
Then, Sherlock Holmes took the boy's hand and dragged him out and away from the church, not warning any body about the danger. After some fumbling, the killer successfully triggered his bomb, destroying the church and killing the hundred people or so that were inside.

From shortest to longest:

- I walked past a wealthy neighbour's house. He had a sort of covered terrace (i.e. with a roof supported by pillars) with an in-floor swimming pool. Interestingly enough, the terrace was built on a slope, and only the top and the bottom of the terrace were flat, the rest of the floor sloping along the ground.

- I accompanied toddlers to the beach (with a few other adult supervisors). I decided to build a "wilderness toilet" since some of the kids needed to go. A "wilderness toilet" at the beach apparently meant digging a hole in the sand, lining it with a garbage bag, having the kids do their deed in there and closing and taking the bag away at the end. Thankfully, the rising tide was so quick that when I had finished setting up my wilderness toilet, the tide had stranded me away from the group of toddlers so I didn't have deal with the full bag.

- I took part in the organisation of a play. The actors were on stage playing while I was behind the scenes, on the left. For some reasons I had to go to the right of the stage, but the curtain in the back didn't cover everything and my mates told me the audience could see me as I made my way to the right of the scene, so I threw myself to the floor and crawled the rest of the way/ :P Then after the play we handed out toasts to all the firefighters in the audience. I have no idea why.

08.05.2010

The Dream of the Japanese Schoolgirls (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The dream started in a third-person perspective. It was set in Japan and I witnessed an activity known as "compensated dating", which had a Japanese name in the dream which I can't remember. (the real name is enjo kosai or something like that, but it was different in the dream)
The high school-age girls were supposed to willingly choose who they dated, but in truth they were simply gathered in a room and the customers got to choose whichever girl they wanted. I was watching the scene from a upper floor.
Then I became a Japanese schoolgirl myself, and the setting moved to a boarding school. The girls' rooms were on the first floor, and there were two girls per room. During the day I realized that I had forgotten something in my room so I asked an adult for permission to go and pick it up. My roommate came with me.
Later in the afternoon, we had no classes and there was a fair or a festival in town. It was a big city with large avenues that reminded me of Paris. My roommate and I went on a walk in the fair, buying souvenirs and food from the stands.

13.05.2010

The Dream where I died in a Plane Crash (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a plane that was taking off. It was pretty small, a few dozens passengers. Although everyone was sitting, I was standing near the back of the plane. Suddenly, the plane started going downwards and I could see the ground getting closer through the windows (actually, it was still the landing strip). I realized I was going to die and there was nothing I coul do about it. The plane crashed on the landing strip and everything went black. Right before I died I tried to send to my parents the thought that I loved them so much.

15.05.2010

The Dream of the Shelter Library (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I arrived with a few friends on a small island where the only apparent building was a large, circular library. As we visited the library, we noticed different items on the window sills and the shelves. Some were candles (with a little label saying "candle", in case it wasn't obvious), there were also 2 transparent containers with white powder labelled "chalk", also rope, an oil candle, some canned food...
Obviously the place had been used as a shelter after some catastrophe. There was no power, hence the candles. In fact, my friends and I may have come to seek shelter after a catastrophe.
Later on, after we had been living there for some time, some more refugees joined us one night, among whom my mother's friend Lily and her daughter Goodie. They had brought supplies, among which some food, which we put aside on the shelves. At some point someone told me Goodie wanted to talk to me, but I had to pee badly so I told here I would just go pee outside and be back. She seemed to believe I wasn't going to come back and asked: "Really?"
Once outside, I realized I needed to pee in real life and woke up to go to the bathroom.

08.06.2010

The dream of the Detective One Wants Dead (Non-lucid)
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I am an ageing detective in a French TV series. I go to a mountainous region to investigate. I'm told some people don't want me to inquire and are thinking of killing me.
I go to a meeting with a contact (a witness or a suspect) to talk about the crime. As I get nearer his car, I see that there's already a man in the car with him, who's dressed like me, blue jacket and brown trousers. He looks like Matt Smith. When he sees me, he gets away quickly with a guilty face.
Somehow, I know that this man isn't my enemy. He wants to pass for me for my own safety. Maybe it's even the Doctor.
Later, I'm driving my car in woods. The view is blocked by trees and twists of the road. I'm thinking of the death threats. Just then I realize the road in front of me is flooded by a huge torrent. I can't slow down and drive right into it. I manage to get out of the car, but the flow of water is taking me towards a huge waterfall to my left.
Somehow, I know it's my enemies who set up this river to try and kill me. There's another man in the river, holding to a few branches near the bank to resist the current. He's one of the henchmen, but at the moment he's my only hope so I swim towards him (unrealistically, since the current is WAY too strong for this) and he catches my hand.
Some time later, we're both on a tree trunk above the water (probably a fallen tree acting as a bridge). We decide to fight the bad guys. I become a sort of leader wizard with a blue "energy streak" coming out of me. He has a red energy streak coming out of him.
There's a mountain with a snowy top behind us.

13.06.2010

The Dream by the Seaside with Gaëlle and Some Students in a Helicopter (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Looong dream is long.
I somehow met up with my old friend G. and her boyfriend E., and I invited them to see my place by the sea. We drove to a car-park in my van, along with my parents. Then we had to walk on a sea side path until my place.
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On the way, my parents and I stopped in the various bays to examine bits of floated wood, old condemned tunnels and caves. The 2 latter turned out to be secret openings onto the cellars of the houses above, which were secondary houses and were empty at that time. (it mustn't have been summer, because there was no-one else than us).
When we went back to the path, we noticed that G. and E. were out of sight. Had they gone forward or back to the car-park? How would they know where to stop to reach my place?
(time lapse)
We are back at my parents' place and my mother is cooking dinner, when I remember that I left my friends behind. I turn on my mobile phone and I realize that Gaëlle has called me once already. I call her bck, explain the situation, and say I'm going to pick her up. I remember being a little nervous at the idea of driving the van since I haven't driven it in years, but my mother's busy so I have to do it.
On the way, I run into a red sports car driven by Amanda, one of my students, with other students with her (Angel, Elisa, Jerry, M.). They're going to Clohars to so I get in.
At some point we must have had a car accident, because the next thing I know the car is in a garage and being repaired, while me and my students are waiting. Me and my students are wearing "artificial lungs" which, thank God, are much lighter than actual artificial lungs. They look like a sort of life-jacket, inflating and deflating, with tubes going in our noses. They're attached to a black backpack which presumably contains the power source and commands.
I tell the guys at the garage-clinic that we need to get going because G. is waiting for us, but they tell us that the problem is, the artificial lungs will only work for some time, and then we need medicine, but they only have 5 portions of medicine and we're 6.
One of the kids, Jerry, says he will wait here while the rest of us go. So the other 4 and me are given a bag of medicine and go with the clinic's helicopter, since our car is totalled.
What we don't know is, Jerry's lungs stop working immediately after we leave and he starts choking.
The medicine is actually dry pasta balls that have to be mixed with water and pink colouring. I mix it in the helicopter while Elisa is flying it, and then I offer Angel to mix his in the same bag as mine.

Edit: F*ck it! My grandmother died during that night... And all I got to dream of were my stupid students? Couldn't I have had some sort of last minute apparition/telepathy/whatever?
I miss you so much Mémé, I'm sorry I didn't call, I hope you know how much I love you.