Thread: Flying Mandarine's Terrors of the Unknown Girl I Love

January 13

Nerve Gas and Sleeping Mother
Importance: 1/5



I am in my room, and it is midnight. I know I have to wake up at 5:45 am as usual, and so I should already be sleeping. However, my computer is not turned down yet because I want to watch a passage from 24 in which nerve gas is released at CTU (Counter-Terrorist Unit). The sound is a bit too loud, so my mother tells me to put my headphones because she and my father are trying to sleep. I plug them but they do not work and the sound is still a bit loud. I unplug them and plug them several times but there is no change, and so I end up watching the scene still.

I am now inside CTU, and people drop dead everywhere. People have a horrible expression on their face, suffocating before dropping like stones. Me and other people go inside a room which is safe and we close the doors. Someone breathed too much gas so he suffocates but does not die and feels better. Then I see the earth (I am a spectator again) and it seems the nerve gas has been coming from a satellite which fire blue beams like the ion canon in Command & Conquer.

I am back in my room and I hear Choupette, my dog. She wants to scratch at my parents' door to enter, but I prevent her from doing so at the last second so she does not wake them up.

As it is getting really late, I am now going to bed, and I see that one plush which belongs to Choupette and which is normally blind (the black color on its eyes has faded) has grown new eyes. It seems my mother made them for the plush so that it can see again. I feel happy and I fall asleep.

January 14

On the 15th, I was supposed to meet a friend, Stéfan, at university, at noon.

Fragment:
I am walking in a corridor of my university when I remember I had to meet Stéfan. I check the hour and more than an hour has passed since we were supposed to meet and I totally forgot about it. I try to make up an excuse but as I think about it, I see Stéfan coming. He seems angry and tells me I did not show up when we were supposed to meet.

All my classes are nearly finished so I will be able to sleep more soon, which means longer posts, hopefully!

I did not remember any dreams from the last two days due to the lack of sleep. Last night was better and I made a dream which feels like The Blue Butterfly (page 1), except I am an arachnophobic (I am working on it though) but not a butterroachophobic.

January 17

The Green Spider
Importance: 2/5



I am in my room with a friend. I somehow know something is going on in the living room (maybe because I hear something falling?) so I go and check out. I see a big green spider. I am a bit scared so I do not approach it, but my friend comes and tries to hurt it, hitting its head with his fist. I tell him to stop and to go away, that I do not want to kill it but that I will try to get it outside. All of a sudden, I know I lost and the game restarts.

The spider is now in the kitchen. I try to search for something to capture it but I do not find anything suitable, except maybe a box of Frosties' cereals.


Fragment:
I am in my room with friends. We are about to play a role-playing game but I tell them to wait while I go and get something to eat in the kitchen. However, they are getting impatient quickly.

I have seen better dreams, but at least I remember something!

For an arachnophobe, you sure picked one ugly spider picture!

The Cusp: There were worse pictures but I chose that one because it seemed rather close to the one in my dream. I wonder why I dream of insects? It is not as if I was obsessed with them in everyday life.

January 18



Fragment:
I am looking at a computer with another guy I never saw before. He feels bored and tries to find a video game to play. He stumbles on a version of Megaman I have never seen before, some kind of freeware or Flash game in which the player needs to control both a giant version of Megaman and a tiny version. I think the concept is great. After a while, he decides to see what other games he could play and finds a downloadable version of Rollercage but he does not find it interesting.

I made two dreams I remembered rather well when I woke up this morning. However, I decided to sleep some more and the dream I made afterwards just erased the previous two. Not enough virtual memory in my brain, it seems.

A First Step
Importance: 3/5



I am on my computer, chatting on a website. There is, as is always the case, nobody to talk to in this room I created. I look at something else and when I get back to the chatroom, there is a dozen of persons chatting inside, saying hello to me and chatting about various topics. I am surprised and glad there are so many people all of a sudden, so I begin to talk with them. But as I do, I notice that far too many messages are sent; it is as if hundreds of people were chatting.

This is definitely suspicious, so I ask myself if this would be a dream. Of course it would not be, it feels like reality so I am not sleeping. However, I still decide on counting the number of fingers on my left hand. There are five of them. No, wait. I am not so sure there were five. I count it again, and there are five of them, and the moment after, six. This is all but a dream.

Feeling excited, I stand up and go to the door of my room when I feel I will wake up soon already. I stretch my arms and decide to turn around and around and around. I do not feel dizzy, but I REALLY feel like I am doing this in real life. Happy to have made something so incredibly realistic without having woke up, I decide to go to the door and open it to go inside a black room. However, as I do so, I feel like I am not living in the dream anymore, but just thinking about doing so. It seems I have awakened without noticing.

My first lucid of the year. Oh my God, this felt so real, it was incredible!

January 19

Porn Star
Importance: 2/5

I am telling someone about what movies I played in, and especially one in which I played a hot guy having sex with a gorgeous woman. It makes me think I want to play in other movies and I have a great chance of becoming a famous actor soon.

After having finished showing off, I am now in a bed in my basement with an unknown naked girl. I give her a long kiss, then get down to her breasts, and continue with my fingers between her legs. She does not do anything except urging me to continue.

We are supposed to be finished, and as she leaves my bed, we notice small stains of blood on it. She checks her body but the blood does not come from it, neither does it come from mine. We wonder about where it might come from.


Saving CTU
Importance: 1/5



I am at the Counter-Terrorist Unit headquarters and nerve gas has been released. People are dying everywhere and the smell of blood fills the air. I am Jack Bauer and I see a woman still working on her computer, not even panicking. I am about to tell her she must run for her life before she gets killed but I do not because I notice that she actually denies what is happening, and it seems to her that people are not dying but as happy and healthy as usual. Instead of shocking her by telling her what is really happening, I just tell her she has to go to the exit and I accompany her. The next thing I know is I am down some big slope, maybe trying to save some kids.


Fragment:
I talk to Monica on Skype. I tell her it has been a long time since I had last seen her online, and she just tells me she is sorry but right now she must leave to go camping. I am a bit pissed she tells me that so quickly and leaves so abruptly.

January 20

A Day at University
Importance: 2/5



I take my car to go to the center of Martigues (picture above), the city I live in. Once there, I park my car at the usual place and wait for my bus. My friend Fabien is also here, although he never takes the bus, and we wait for the bus, chatting a bit. After a short while, the bus arrives.

I am now in a convenience store and I want a glass of juice. The names of the different juices are not written, so I ask the seller. He is Japanese, so I talk to him in Japanese, but then I realize it is just plain stupid to talk to him in Japanese just because he looks like an Asian since I am at my university and not in Japan. I even made some mistakes in my Japanese sentence, so I feel a little ashamed.

Now I am riding the bus on the way back home. The bus stops in front of my street, but as I leave it, I tell myself I am stupid because I forgot I was parked in the center of the city, and I cannot just let the car there because it could get stolen at night.

I nearly do not have classes anymore, so I dream about going to class instead. Fair deal!


Fragment:
My mother removes Fifine, my turtle, from its shell. It feels so weak out of its shell and I ask my mother if it is not dangerous. She says that no, then cleans the shell and puts Fifine back into the shell. It seems that my mother hurt one of Fifine's legs because she has some trouble walking, even if nothing serious, it seems.

hey, just wanted to let you know that I think your dream journal is very refreshing to read. You know how to write your dreams down in a very interesting and effortless way. I enjoy reading your posts. So are you from japan? or France?

I like your post #9. I find it really amusing. and the butter/cat image is Hilarious too!

Dewitback: Thanks! However, it just appears effortless but I assure you it always takes me quite some time to write my dreams down...
I am from France, but I lived in Japan last year. I came back in September, so it is still very fresh in my mind, although I tend to dream about Japan less and less.

January 21

I have had tons of dreams last night; each time I look at an object or think about something, I think "God, I dreamed about that last night!" but I cannot place it most of the time... Here is the only dream I remember rather well. It feels a little like the one I made yesterday about Fifine.

Choupette's Skull
Importance: 4/5

I look at my dog companion, Choupette. The top of her head is flat and I can see something through it, as if she had to suffer a surgical operation and I could see what had been left of that operation. I go and see my mother to tell her Choupette needs a pet doctor to take care of her because it is not normal if her head is flat.
The next thing I know is that I am at a pet doctor, but he tells me he will not operate once more on Choupette because she is so small and she already suffered one not so long ago, so it could be dangerous. He tells me I should get used to the idea she does not have much time left. I tell the doctor he is wrong and she will live still a long time. I leave his office abruptly, crying.

My computer exploded this morning when I woke up. It was just the power pack so in the end it was not that bad and my father got it replaced. Still, it was quite surprising to hear the computer end with a bang and a flash of light.

January 22

Saving the World: the Beginning
Importance: 3/5



I appear in mid-air somewhere else and fall to the ground. I am on the side of a mountain so big I cannot see its summit. I was just teleported there, and this "there" is another world, a world I know nothing about. I feel invested with an important task. I do not know how I can achieve it, but I know the consequence will be to save all the different worlds which exist.

I have a bag with me. There are several things in this bag, notably food and water, but also the cellular phone I used when I lived in Japan. I perfectly know it will not work here, first because I am not in Japan, then because I am simply not in our world.
I see beautiful blue flowers on my way to the summit (I know I need to go there, this is where my quest will begin). I want to take a picture of them with my phone but as I do, I slip and nearly fall off a cliff. My phone falls in the water deep below and I think something as witty as "oh shit".

I continue and after what is supposed to be ages but feels like just a few minutes, I reach the top of the mountain. There is a warehouse there which I enter and in which is some curious fence. I know the fence is some kind of riddle and as I try to open it to go to the utmost point of the mountain, I hear someone entering the warehouse. I turn around and see some unknown guy who is supposed to have lived in the same university as me when I lived in Japan. He also has a bag on his back, and it occurs to me that this guy will be the first one to join me in my quest to save the worlds.

That dream seemed to be influenced by The Dark Tower by Stephen King, and I had the impression I was Eddie Dean, one of the protagonists of the novel. But it does not really matter because the dream was so wonderful and intrinsically different that it would just be less inspiring to link it to something which exists in our world such as a book. That part where my phone fell felt so real, wow.


I also made two little dreams which are rather fragments although I feel they are complete and I remember everything:

Fragment:
Tony Almeida from the TV show 24 is talking with an Arab guy you can see on the show at one point. Tony tells the guy he will now be part of the staff because he made a good job last time. The guy is surprised, smiles of the most sincere smile you could ever make, and thanks him from the bottom of his heart. Tony smiles, surprised at the guy's frankness and kindness.


Fragment:
I am outside, waiting to go to class. There is my friend Sébastien talking with a girl, and another random girl tells me my friend looks handsome. I tell her that yes, he looks handsome indeed, and both girls seem attracted by him, but not at all by me.

I am going to bed now, I hope I will continue my quest, although my dreams rarely continue from one night to another, so I guess I will just have to dream of terrorists or bugs once more.

January 23

Fake Guns
Importance: 1/5



I am outside of my secondary house. Lechero (picture above) from the show Prison Break is there, draws a gun and begins to shoot at me. I rush into my parents' house. My father tells me he bought several guns, some fake, some real, and he says they are upstairs. I run up the stairs and find the weapons. However, they all seem fake and are rather light, so I end up wondering which weapon to use. Outside, I see Lechero in a car, still waiting to kill me.

I said it yesterday, it was nearly about terrorists! Boring... well, when I say boring, you have to qualify that since I am never bored in my dreams, but still...

I made many dreams last night. I remember I became lucid in one of them in a similar way as in my dream called A First Step, although I have no idea what made me think I was dreaming. I know I spun several times around and it felt quite real. I woke up nearly immediately afterwards though, although I might have had a false awakening. I have actually no accurate idea, it was not at the end of the night so I have trouble recalling. To remember not necessarily important dreams but just the last dreams we had is curious.

January 24

The White Rat
Importance: 3/5



I am invited with my parents by some people I do not know, although the house we enter is one of my cousin's. While my parents and my hosts have a talk, I look at a small bin which is in the middle of the living room. I open the bin and there is a very small white rat instead. It is something like one centimeter long, so I take it carefully in my hand. I realize our hosts just threw the little guy in the bin because they did not give a damn about him. My father sees him and wants to take him in his hand but he drops him and I tell my father not to touch the rat anymore because he does not care about the fact that he could hurt him. I try to find the one-centimeter rat that he dropped on the floor, finds it and puts him back in my hand. While I cry because I think my parents will not want me to take him back home (and so, indirectly, sentencing him to death in this bin), I see the little guy growing and growing until he is like ten centimeters.

I have the impression that each time I cry in a dream, I also cry in real life because I have tears in my eyes when I wake up.

Fragment:
I am my way back home, entering my street. As I begin to ascend the last slope which leads to my home, I see my neighbour Marc with a smile on his face. He seems to have opened some kind of an outside pastry shop. It seems odd because we live in a remote part of the street, so nobody would notice there is pastry shop there. However, I feel obliged to go and see him, and he offers me one. I am about to say no...

... and I woke up!

January 25

Monsters in Japan
Importance: 3/5



I am wandering in big avenues. I cannot see very far because of an intense fog. Monsters are everywhere and I constantly run, picking up weapons and medicine. Even if I am those monster's only interest, I do not feel that frightened, I just run around and they cannot catch me. After having ran for several minutes, I meet Yoan, a good friend of mine, and we both run in the city until we enter a giant elevator. I tell him I hate elevators and this one is really fast, and we go down the building really quickly. In five seconds, the elevator went down at least thirty floors.

As I come out of the elevator, I notice the guy near me is now not Yoan anymore but someone like Christophe (I am not sure it is him, though), a guy who was in Japan with me. And we are actually in Japan and there is no fog anymore, just Japanese people running everywhere. We are in Umeda, the commercial part of Osaka, always filled with young people. I want to show this guy some place in Umeda, but it is too far, so we take a shortcut by going into a river and then climbing up a ladder for finally making our way on a rope. The rope is fixed on a wall, so we have to walk on the rope with our hands on the wall to prevent us from falling into the river. On the wall, there are some messages of tourists, one of which, in English, says something about how a guy really loves a woman and about how much he wants to marry her. After a while, we finally get to the place I want to show him.

I played Silent Hill Origins in bed last night. After a while, I noticed the game was not that scary and most monsters cannot touch you if you just run around picking up weapons and health medicine.

January 27

A New Actor in Prison Break
Importance: 2/5



I am with Dominic Purcell in the role of Lincoln in Prison Break. We are in a city, maybe looking for weapons, or a bomb, or something else. We ask someone who only speaks Spanish, and the only thing I understand is "H.P. Lovecraft". We drop the idea and go on some kind of balcony. Below, hundreds of people are rushing to take their train. We are supposed to find a way to help Lincoln break his brother Michael out of prison.

Dominic stops acting and we just sit down on the balcony. I think that I am new on the show and that I do not really bring anything interesting (even if it is not my fault, rather the writer's), so I wonder how people will see me, and I hope they will like me enough for me to stay on the show and become famous. In the meantime, it is rather intimidating to be near Dominic because he has been on the show for quite some time and I am just a secondary character.

Even if the people below are walk-on actors, they continue to rush and one of them falls on the ground but nobody notice, so that people walk on him or her. Dominic sees that and screams, getting down some stairs to help the person. I follow him, considering if I should not just jump from the balcony.

January 28

On the Verge of Lucidity
Importance: 3/5

I do not know how I did that, but I know this is all but a dream. I check how many fingers I have, but I do not really bother because I actually already know I am dreaming, although I just count five fingers. I close my eyes and say to myself "When I'll wake up, I'll be in front of Monica". I open my eyes and I am looking at my wall, really awake. I do a reality check and it succeeds; it is a not a false awakening.

In the few lucid dreams I had before, I always felt I was going to wake up, but it was little by little, whereas in that dream, it took me maybe three seconds to realize I was awake and not in the dream anymore. It ended so abruptly and nothing happened.

The Flood
Importance: 2/5



I am at the entry of some strange round-shaped tunnel. I am with somebody else and there are dozens of kids with us. I tell the kids to run the hell out of their feet because we are all going to die. I can hear giant tidal waves coming our way through the tunnel and everywhere else in the city. After all the kids have left, the other guy and me run inside that tunnel to a nearby exit. We feel the tidal wave is closing in on us, and the other guy does not find anything better to do than petting a big dog while I rest.

I went to bed late, directly after a role-playing game in which there was a nice big dog and another guy and me were constantly chased by a monster. We had the impression it was getting nearer and nearer, and that impression was exactly like the one I got in my dream. We also had a kid to take care of.


Fragment:
I am on a website, chatting with a lot of people, checking out some profile of a hot girl with the same nickname as me.

January 30

Like James Bond
Importance: 2/5



Michelle Dessler (picture above) from 24 sits at CTU, doing something. Suddenly, her former boss Carrie just says out loud (or Michelle discovers it by herself, I do not remember) she put nukes and they are going to explode, killing lots of people. Someone succeeds in defusing the bombs, so Michelle takes Carrie's head between her legs. Carrie looks sad as she is going to be killed, and Michelle breaks her neck.

The characters are not important at all, but there is a point to the dream, or at least I know why I had it: I hate movies or series in which the heroes kill the bad guys when they could just arrest them. That is why I really despise James Bond and I really disliked the season 3 finale of Lost. I just find it unfair. However, I do not know why I did that dream last night and not another day because I had not thought about that for a while.

February 1

A Father's Present
Importance: 2/5

My father enters my room. I am in front of my computer as always. He asks me out of the blue if I need something. I tell him that no, I do not need anything, and he asks me if I do not want a giant television for me to be able to play video games on it. I get a bit tense because I do not want it (moreover, he seems to ask me to do something first before I can have that telly... I do not remember what it is, but something pretty unimportant), so he asks me if I do not want X or Y or Z, and each time I tell him that no, I need nothing. After some time, he finally leaves my room.

My parents have constantly asked me what I wanted for my birthday and Christmas as they always do, but I had absolutely no idea so I told them each time that I wanted nothing.



The Beginning of the End
Importance: 2/5

I am Lost on an island with others from the same TV show. Claire (picture above) has misteriously vanished, not because she is somewhere else but because she is nowhere else. I see an acquaintance of mine, Rémi, and when I enter his room, I find a very big book. When I turn the pages normally, it seems like a normal book but when I turn the pages very quickly, I see a message, something like "I am here. Help me, please." I can reproduce that for a few times, but then it does not work anymore. Rémi might be responsible for her disappearance.

I then go and talk with a few other people, especially Sayid. I whisper to him that I think I know where Claire is but he has to believe me even if it seems I am crazy, and I tell him about the book and Rémi.

I woke up, fell asleep immediately afterwards and my dream had a bit of a different atmosphere. There was something that had to do with some unimportant characters of the show dying, people getting suspicious, and things like those. It was uncanny because there were so many things mixed together: I was an actor, I was really on the island, I was just spectating the scene, I was not me, all that at the same time. In the end, it felt a bit more understandable:

Three human-like robots enter the living room of my house, and they tell me I might be hiding something. I tell them that it is not the case, and I show them every shelf of a piece of furniture, showing them I have nothing to hide. After a while, they leave. Claire is with me, and she tells me that maybe we can go to bed and have some fun. She seems really nice and loving. I smile to her and tell her I will join her in a minute.

And of course I wake up immediately afterwards!
I watched the season 4 premiere of Lost just before going to bed, so I was sure I would be dreaming about it. God, I only dream of Lost, 24 and Prison Break. Sad life!

February 2

Guilty Until Proven Innocent
Importance: 2/5

I am in a hotel room. The police circled the building and I hear cops outside screaming I have to go out now. I stay in a corner of the room, thinking about what to do. I think I am accused of having hacked some really important website.
After a short while, the door to my room explodes and a tall woman enters. She looks merciless and gorgeous at the same time. Sometimes I think she is my ex-girlfriend Sylvia, sometimes she is just a stranger. She comes to me and tells me I have to surrender. She tries to bring me to the door of the room but I tell her I am not guilty. I can see she does not believe in what I say, and I scream to her that I am, for heaven's sake, not guilty of anything! She tries to judge me by looking deep into my eyes, and I insist, screaming to her she has to believe me, and that I am completely innocent and I should not surrender, because if I do, people will have enough evidence to judge me guilty whereas I am not. As I continue screaming at her, she begins to consider what I have to say.


Kidnapped
Importance: 2/5



Laure-Hélène, a girl I know, and I have been kidnapped near a flat my parents and me are supposed to live in. We succeed in escaping the two men who had us in captivity and we run to some sort of basement. I tell Laure-Hélène she has to escape quickly, I will join her afterwards. As she leaves, I try to block the door, but when I turn around, she is not here anymore. I rush to a trapdoor in the middle of the room, but it is closed; why would Laure-Hélène close it behind me? Anyway, I open it, and there is a second trapdoor just below it, then a third, and a fourth, and so on. I count how many there are, and there are maybe fifteen of them. I hear the door cracking, the guys are kicking it and they will be in any second now. I open the last trapdoor and am stressed to find that it only contains clothes. I touch the clothes and they seem to be full of coins (and maybe of bills), certainly coming from a hold-up, so I take some of them to give to the police. I see near the door another trapdoor, so relieved, I open it and jump in it. It leads to an underground tunnel which leads back to the surface near my flat.

I rush up the stairs leading to my flat. I find Ludovic (an acquaintance who, like Laure-Hélène, had been playing in two theaters plays with me) about to knock on my door and we both enter my flat. I tell him we have to hurry. Inside, I see Laure-Hélène and I give her a hug, relieved, even if she seems to feel quite uncomfortable giving me a hug. I see my parents and I shout at them to call the police. They ask me why and I tell them we have been kidnapped, but my parents just think being kidnapped is not that bad and it does not justify calling the police. They leave as I continue screaming at them, banging at the door: "JUST CALL THE POLICE!!! CALL THE POLICE!!!".

I am now near the house in which I had been held captive, with a cop woman. She has very short hair, green eyes and looks OK. She tells me to just wait here and she enters the basement of the house alone, gun in her hand. After a while, she tells me I can enter, and I can see there is nothing left in the basement. No furniture, they even took the trapdoors. However, in the next room, the two guys are still here, and I kick their ass so that they cannot escape. Once we are safe and the guys cannot move anymore, the policewoman comes to me and kiss me. We kiss passionately for a long while.


Fragment:
I see a really cute cat. His head is so cute, it is a bit too big and his eyes and mouth are too big to be true.

So cute!

February 3

I have tried for four or five days now to do FILDs (finger induced lucid dream), and it just does not seem to work at all. I always fall asleep without noticing I am falling asleep, so I cannot begin the FILD. I do not know if it is related or not, but my sleep is less good than usually, and my dreams less interesting.

Fragment:
I am in my car and I enter a traffic circle. I exit at the wrong exit somehow and I end up out of my car, waiting for my friend Fabien who also gets out of his car. We chat for a little while, I drop my phone and when I pick it up, it seems nearly broken. The shape of the phone and its screen are OK but I just know, somehow, that the hour displayed is going not to work properly anymore soon. We get back in our cars and we leave.

February 4

With Intent To Deceive
Importance: 4/5



I am with several persons ranging from kids to grand-mothers. With us is a Terminator (flesh included). We have to follow him but at one point he will kill us. We are outside, on a square, and a grand-mother says that what the Terminator is looking for is to be found behind a large door she shows to us. The Terminator asks "The merry-go-round?" and rips the door open, and it falls. It is about to squash a small dog but I save him at the last moment.
The dog runs to the Terminator and I try to prevent him, but each time I put the dog back on the floor, he runs to the Terminator. I am afraid the Terminator would kill him. But I see Alain Chabat (first picture), a famous French actor (in France at least) resting on a bench. I go to him and ask him if he knows who takes care of the dog. Chabat transforms into Julien Lepers (a French celebrity) and he tells me it belongs to the guy that takes care of the merry-go-round. I ask Lepers if he can take care of the dog because a Terminator could kill him, and he accepts.

I then go to a store where I see an unknown girl who asks me to come in to buy something. There are only sweets inside, so I do not want to enter.

I have no idea how I realize that, but I understand it is all but a dream. I pinch my nose to check, and I can still breathe, which is a proof I am dreaming. I feel so great.

I go past the girl who is now talking with a guy. I want to ask her questions about dreams, but I finally decide to go and see someone else. I go out of the mall we are in and decide the next room will be a hotel room. I open the door and am amazed it leads to a hotel room which looks really great: dim lights, perfect atmosphere. I decided that in that hotel room, I would meet the unknown girl I love.

There is a girl on the bed with a jacket covering her face. I remove the jacket from her face and lie down next to her. She looks Tunisian and I am a bit disappointed she does not look as enigmatic and hot as what I had in mind. I want to tell her but I feel it is not right, even if it is a just a dream. We get closer and the first thing she tells me is that she is in a hospital. She is obviously not in a hospital but in a hotel room, so I think she must have been summoned by me here but otherwise she is in a hospital. I want to ask her so many questions but she speaks and she says she is sorry but she was not interested by me when we went to a restaurant for a TV show (as she says that, I remember having dreamed about that once), and I guess it is because I was not handsome enough but now she might be more attracted to me than before. She becomes black, and so does the room as everything vanishes all of a sudden. I scream that "No, it's not possible!" and I try rubbing my hands to stimulate my brain to keep me in my dream. But after five seconds of having rubbed my hands, I notice I am not doing it in my dream but in real life, in my bed.

The dream I remembered (about being in a restaurant with her), as far as I can tell, is completely fake. I never had that dream, I remembered a dream in a dream, both made up at the same time.

However, it is the first time I was able to do so much in a lucid dream. I feel so much better now, dream-wise.

After much thought, I think this girl was not who I was waiting for. The girl I remember from my dream (first post of this dream journal) was really different from the one I met there.

Did I summon the wrong person?

Does it mean the enigmatic girl of my first post is in a hospital? Isn't she dead after all this time, after all?

I guess I will still have to wait several weeks or months before I have an answer to these questions.

I just remembered that dream tonight:

Killing My Friends
Importance: 2/5



I am a soldier in Vietnam. We arrive in a village in a tank. We shoot on houses, destroying them and exploding people. Someone (who is supposed to be a friend) and I get out of the tank. We are dressed like U.S. troops. People shoot in our direction, and we shoot in theirs. They fall like flies, and we kill on sight without remorse, we may even be shooting people who try to run away.

I am about to shoot another guy who says to stop. I look and he is actually a Vietnamese friend of mine I met in Japan. We chat in Japanese for a bit, and it is only at that moment that I realize that I might be doing something wrong, actually. I ask my friend if I can go to the police to tell them what I have done, and he tells me where it is. I say that I am going to tell them and I will be back after, and he says no with his head. He does not speak in Japanese, he just makes gestures and I understand I will be hung for what I have done. While people are still dying everywhere around us, I think about what I should do to avoid the death penalty.

February 6

I made a dream yesterday linked with Lost and John Locke, but I more or less forgot it.

The Sea Monster
Importance: 1/5



I am both imagining a role-playing game mastered by Stéfan and playing a supposedly old video game. In this role-playing game / video game, I am on a small boat with a fisherman. The sea is very agitated where we are. So agitated, in fact, that the bridge deck is somestimes completely underwater. I know there will be an attack soon by a sea monster because it is supposed to be a game, even if I am really in this game, so it is, in the end, not really a game.

The fisherman, who is on the bridge deck with me, begins to scream as the deck goes underwater once again. When the deck comes back to the surface, the fisherman is not here anymore. I hear a horrible sound (see at the end of the post), and something gigantic jumps out of the water. As I look up at the sky, I see that the giant monster (which somehow looks like the picture above, except it is white, or at least part of it) will fall on the boat. As this is only a game, I notice how incredibly realistic and awesome the scene looks, how astonishing this monster is (maybe twenty metres long!), but I also feel I need to do something because I am going to die (although I do not actually feel really threatened). I know this is the end as the monster's fall comes to an end, and so do I.

This is how the monster sounded like (13th second):

February 7

So many dreams last night! I dreamt about 24 once again, and it was rather interesting but I do not remember anything anymore because it was at the beginning of the night and I am just too lazy to take notes when I wake up. This laziness shall end soon!

Fragment:
I am with my dog Choupette in my car. We live in my car and my parents are away for several days. It is the second night we are going to sleep in the car, but I let her go out for a while. She is happy to just wander about the car, then I take her back in the car and we fall asleep.

Fragment:
I am playing various video games with Stéfan. In one video game, the guy on a cycle has to fly off some cliff and go as far as possible.

Oh! I remember another one:
Fragment:
I am talking to killervegan (a friend of mine) on the microphone. As we talk, I notice that my laptop which was supposed to be nearly broken is completely normal. I try to get a closer look and it completely breaks.


The last dream I made is mainly concerned with Lost. I am afraid all my dreams related with series are not as interesting as my other dreams, at least for the reader. But it gives me a lot of inspiration.

The Smoke Monster
Importance: 2/5



I am watching the newest episode of Lost. Michael and Walt have been found lying on the beach, and our heroes (me included?) just wake them up and ask what has been happening. Walt (who, for an unknown reason, has a very low-pitched voice) leads me to a village on the island, and begins screaming weirdly, saying it will attract the smoke monster. After a few seconds of screaming, I hear it coming (you can hear it here).

I see myself now in front of the screen, watching as some giant thing which looks like a moving circus tent crosses the village, destroying everything. Then I see a video with images which at first do not make any sense, similar to the video cassette in Ring. There are Japanese verbs appearing on screen, and I try to read them but I do not understand most of them. I think the content of the Japanese verbs is also written in Arabic at the bottom of the screen. Then I see some kind of samurai jumping out of nowhere. At this moment, I realize Lost seems to have become quite esoteric, to say the least.

My ex-girlfriend Sylvia is watching the episode with me, but she has red eyes. I ask her what is going on, and she says that nothing is wrong. I touch her neck and she removes my shirt, then her skirt, and she forces me on her. I tell her it is not a good idea because her parents may be back any second now, and with the television on, we will not be able to hear them entering the room.

February 9

I have made lots of dreams in the last two days (Lost, Silent Hill, my ex-girlfriend, Monica, my computer...), but none of them were really interesting. I have had the worst night in a long time last night. Here is one of the dreams I made.

Theft
Importance: 2/5

I am back from the university, walking up my street to my house. I see my parents' car and my own car are open and there is nothing left inside. Even the seats have been stolen. I also see the gate of garden is open, and I rush inside the house. I know my parents are not supposed to be here, but the entrance door is open. I go everywhere and I think to myself that they have stolen everything, even if the house looks more or less the same. I then hear a barking. That's Choupette, she has not been stolen or hurt, and I am so happy she is alive and well (and I deduce that Fifine, my turtle, is also well) that I do not really care about what has been stolen. I phone my parents to tell them about the thefts and they say they are on their way back home.
I think there is nothing else I could have done, because I somehow know (maybe because the car doors and the entrance door seem to have been violently opened?) that the thieves were dangerous and would have tried to kill me. I somehow know they had at least a gun.

February 10

Street Puking
Importance: 2/5



I am leaving home, probably to go to the university. The problem is, it is night outside and punks are on bikes or on feet. The simple fact that these guys are punks make me think they are dangerous. I try to leave the street by a small passage but I realize that might be a bad idea since these punks could just come, block the passage and kick my ass. So I just take the normal way out of the street.

A few meters later, I see a dog. He is rather cute, but he, too, seems a bit dangerous. Then I see a girl; she seems to be the one taking care of the dog. I want to pet the dog but I am afraid he will bite, so I just do not do it and talk to the girl instead. As she answers me, I feel I am about to vomit the hell out of me, so I make gestures to mean I am coming back and I cannot talk to her right now (and I am just afraid she would notice me doing this not-so-pretty thing), but that is too late and I just vomit on the road. Amazingly, she notices but does not mind and continues her speech. She continues to talk, completely undisturbed by the fact that I might be busy doing something else such as vomiting along the sidewalk.