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

March 29

Semi-Lucid
Importance: 2/5



I kept on waking up and falling asleep, being lazy in my bed. I thought that since I always fell asleep seconds after waking up, I could very well induce a lucid dream easily. Just the time to think about it and...

I am in a room but it is already dark, I feel I will already wake up soon. I try an experiment and pronounce three words.

When I woke up, I forgot to repeat the words to myself, and now I forgot them. So in the end, I do not know if I forgot them because the words you utter in a dream are not really "thinking" but "feeling", or if I just forgot them the way you forget most of your dreams. Strangely enough, I remember I pronounced three words, though, and one of them is on the tip of my tongue.

March 30

I had lots of not-so-uninteresting dreams last night, and I even wrote them down in the dark but I cannot read what I wrote. The first entry ends with "he kills himself" and the second entry reads "message about" and I cannot decypher the last word. Anyway, I more or less remember two dreams:

The Art of Movement
Importance: 2/5



I am in the countryside. I need to go and visit one of my teachers who is supposed to live there, in the middle of nowhere. It is a long way to go, and I am aware it is the second time I make my way to his home, so I decide to do it barefoot. Instead of just walking there, I run and make some cool moves, jumping from one place to another, parkour-like, although since I am in the countryside, there is nothing too high and I do not risk much.
At one point of my journey, I see what looks like a mausoleum, and I am amazed to see I can jump and grab the top of the mausoleum with my hands. As I try to climb all the way to the top (it is just about three metres high), I see something really red contrasting with the grey rocks of the top of the mausoleum. It looks like some strange big insect, maybe just a random object, but I prefer not climbing all the way up and I just continue my journey.

I climbed other small buildings too. I loved that feeling of having your body lighter and thus more agile.


Turning Flags
Importance: 3/5



I am at an Olympic swimming pool. just watching, holding a giant flag, although the pole of the flag I am holding is at the other side of the pool where the flag itself is. Anyway, I just hold it when I notice that the other guy holding it turns it sometimes, and I have not done it since I am holding it, so I just watch him do and turn the pole at the same time, so that the banner indicates "Start" instead of "Wait", for instance. I am not sure I understand how it works, and I am even less sure it is useful.
After some time, it just occurs to me that I am participating in the Olympic games but I actually did not even want to watch them. Not even wondering how I landed here, I just wait for my turn holding the flag / banner to be over so that I can just leave.

I had a conversation yesterday with a girl from China, and I told her that her country did not respect Human Rights and that was why I decided I would boycott the Olympic games. I provided her with pieces of evidence, links, videos, but she still said that she did not believe me and that all these links were just lies, and that she knows China better than me because she lives there. I found it extremely saddening that she did not even believe journalists and blog owners were in prison in China, denying all the things I showed her as being "lies". She was not the first Chinese girl I talked to, and they all reacted the same way.
As just one proof out of dozens why the Chinese government does not respect lots of things such as Human Rights: it is impossible from China to access websites such as CNN.com, rsf.org (Reporters Without Borders, go and check that website if you do not know it), and maybe even YouTube.

March 31

Let's skip the sex-with-an-unknown-girl dream, shall we? Two other dreams last night:

Marina
Importance: 3/5

I want to go and see a friend of mine, Marina, but I am in pajamas in a dormitory which is supposed to be where I live. I put some clothes on, wondering if I am dreaming or not. I am practically sure I actually am, so I do a reality check: I pinch my nose and try to breathe. As it would happen in real life, I cannot breathe, so I finish dressing up and step outside of my room. The door in front of me is open, so I go in and am surprised to find a guy in there instead of Marina. I ask where she is, and even before he answers me that there is no Marina in here, I realize that she does not live in front of my room but in another building. After all, I think, this is not like a dream in which you just enter a place to find whoever you want to meet in there. As I think about this in my corridor, random people come to me and we talk a little.


A Chopper and a Bazooka
Importance: 1/5



I am a woman. I am with my husband, a friend of mine and her husband. We are at my home when terrorists come in and just want to kill us all. My husband and my friend's husband are killed, and we try to flee. I find lots and lots and lots of ammo for several weapons, and I keep on picking ammo up for maybe thirty seconds, wondering how I can put all that in my pocket, but that is O.K. since it is actually some kind of video game. My friend is coming in a helicopter, and I throw all of my weapons to the ground to be able to carry a yellow bazooka. I jump on the helicopter from a window, ready to blow the terrorists (and my house) to hell.

April 1

My dream recall is excellent these days! So many dreams, so I will just focus on one:

Tool Killing
Importance: 1/5



I am in some kind of workshop, wandering around. I see animals (cats, above all) who mutate into human-like creatures. I guess they want to hurt me, because I am supposed to kill them. There are lots and lots of tools such as scissors and a stapler lying around, so I take them and try to find the good one. Curiously enough, "the good one" does not mean that it would kill rapidly but, on the other hand, bring horrible suffering. I eventually make my choice (maybe the stapler?) and I rush to a cat who is currently mutating into a human. That's going to be a real mess.

Where the hell did that dream come from? I guess it comes from the video game I played just before going to bed, Call of Cthulhu: Dark Corners of the Earth.


Fragment:
I cross the outside part of what used to be my high school. On the way, I see Sylvia, my ex-girlfriend, having fun with another guy, her boyfriend I guess. I enter an empty building and I meet a rather muscled unknown black guy. Apparently, I had been rude to him in the past, so he asks me to apologize. I am about to do it out of kindness, but I eventually refuse and just tell him to get the hell out of here.


And also another dream about Marina in which she was looking at an ecological TV channel while I was chained. That is curious, I did not talk to her for something like six months, and as far as I know, I never dreamt about her, and all of a sudden, two dreams of her, two nights in a row?

April 2

That was an excellent night! Probably the best I had since I began my dream journal, dream-wise, especially thanks to the third dream I recorded. I am actually rather tired, so I did not sleep that well, especially since I wrote down some words about what I dreamt about every time I woke up, and I woke up quite often.


Peace of Brain
Importance: 2/5



I am Dr. Foreman from the TV show House, and I am in Malton, the city where the events of the video game Urban Dead occur. I am in a tavern of the city, witnessing Dr. Cameron and Dr. Chase having a fight because Cameron does not want to have a relationship with Chase anymore.
A guy comes to me. He seems drunk. He begins to insult me, and as I try to evade the embarassing situation, he just jumps on my back, wanting to hurt me. With him on my back, I throw my back on pillars and walls so as to hurt him. It is all very violent, and after some time, I feel lots of blood on my back. There are pieces of brain other than mine on the back of my head. Disgusted, I drop the guy on the floor. I think I killed him, or he is at least very, very badly injured. One arm is off, and I still feel parts of his brain and lots of his blood on me. It gives me chivers.


A Missed Opportunity
Importance: 3/5



This is all but a dream and I am running somewhere, in some sort of military camp although it is also my garden. I see a guy and I wonder what to tell him. I think for some time about the formulation of what I want to say while he looks at me. Finally, I tell him something along the lines of "Are you aware we are in a dream right now?", to which he answers by smiling. His smile means something like "Yeah, sure buddy, whatever."
To prove that we are dreaming, I tell him that if I fly, then he will have to admit it is a dream. I dash towards some bramble. At the very last moment, I jump in the air, intending to fly, but I very poorly land in the bramble.

I knew before jumping that I would fail. I think this knowledge, or rather this uncertainty, is actually what made me fail. Also, even if I was lucid, it really did not feel like lucidity. It is as if I was dreaming that Patrice (me) knew he was dreaming, rather than just me knowing I was dreaming. Does it make any sense?


Life in Prison
Importance: 4/5

I am in prison but just for a year. I am with other people, mostly girls but not only, and apart from the fact that my room looks a little like a cell and is locked sometimes, it really does not seem to be a prison. I go out more or less whenever I want to during the day. It is really paradise; the place and the people are both lovely.

I am quite new in here, but some people just arrive, they are the brand new prisoners. Among them is a girl, and something bad happens (like an explosion, maybe?), so that she falls to her knee and cries because she is so scared. The girl is some kind of good-looking hippie. I go to her, knee in front of her and take her in my arms, telling her everything will be OK. We both feel really attracted to each other, maybe not love at first sight but still.

Then I am outside, and I cannot find my prison of bliss anymore. I ask for directions to a granny in the street, and she tries to explain to me, but I realize this prison is actually in Japan, so of course everything around me is in Japanese, and I have trouble understanding what the hell it is that old woman is saying.

There was much more to this dream, but what mattered above all was the feeling of joy I felt throughout the dream. It really made my day today! However, at one point of the dream, I was locked up in a very narrow glass container (it is the second time that happens since I began writing this dream journal), and this detail (the impression of being locked up in a narrow place) and many others make me think that this prison / paradise was actually Japan when I lived there.


Fragment:
I am on the Internet, maybe on Facebook, when I see a documentary about a girl I know. This girl is Jodie, an acquaintance I do not know that much but that I like still. The documentary speaks about her because she makes lots of efforts to save Tibet of whatever is going on there. Although she looks a bit less pretty in this documentary, I watch her pictures on the Internet one more time and she looks astonishingly hot.

Oh, and I also made a dream about the anime Death Note, but better not tell it here because, as with my other dreams on 24, Lost and Prison Break, they are not very interesting for those who do not watch the shows, and it might be heavy in spoilers. But that was quite a good dream!

April 4

Hunters
Importance: 3/5



I am sleeping on a hammock in my garden (which is situated just near a forest) when gunshots wake me up. There are hunters just a few steps away from me, in my garden. It is a middle-aged man and his wife, both shooting birds.
I get up and go to the woman. As I approach her, she shoots another bird. She looks satisfied (see picture above), smiling. I try to talk calmly to both hunters, telling them they are in my garden and I do not want them to hunt in here anymore, but as I speak, I feel some anger coming and I eventually tell them to just get the fuck out of here. They tell me that I should not talk to them that way, but I feel compelled to show them the head of a bird cut off from the rest of its body, telling the hunters that they made it and all the other birds suffer, and that I guess both of them would not like to see their husband / wife shot the same way.
I seem to have talked some reason in them, and they leave, not smiling at all anymore.

If only it would be that easy in real life!

April 6

Last night, I had quite a normal dream. It was late at home and I was watching episodes 1 and 2 of the seventh season of 24 which has not been aired yet. Although I was watching it in my bathroom (curiously enough), the episodes (or at least the first one, I woke up before the end of the second) were excellent and completely believable.

One excellent thing in those episodes was the music that had been changed, and a new, never-before-heard theme could be heard at key points in the episodes, several times per episode, making the tune stick in my head after I finished watching it.

Here is the strange thing: when I woke up, not only did I remember my dream pretty well, but the melody was still in my head, and as far as I can remember, I think I have never heard this music before. I grabbed my cellular phone and recorded myself humming the melody so as not to forget it.

I really have no idea where I could have heard that, if I ever heard that music. I mean, it is said that unknown people in our dreams are actually either people we saw for a split-second and have no recollection of (in the bus, walking in the street, at the supermarket...), or people made up from mixing other people up so as to create "new" persons. I can perfectly picture these two hypotheses, but when it comes to a music? It was not random, I heard the recorded message again right now and I actually find it great.

So the question is: did I make up the whole music in my head, is it just something I heard once and do not remember, or is it a mixture of several pieces of music I have heard in the past?

April 7

Happy Meeting
Importance: 2/5



I am playing Counter-Strike, although I am really in the game and am not restrained in any way like I would be in a video game. The aim of the game for each of the two teams is to destroy the opposing team. As I begin to play, I notice that all the people playing with me are beginners, and I tell them that they shall kill the counter-terrorists as soon as they see them. In the end, my partners are all dead, and I am all alone, succeeding in killing most of the enemies. Two of them are still alive, and even if I empty entire ammo clips on them, all they do is smile at me. I feel incredibly frustrated because these people just mock me, they do not even try to kill me, they just laugh at my face.

Next round, I tell my team to rush like crazy through the door to kill the opponents quickly, but not only do they prefer to stand in the middle, doing nothing, my weapons are empty. I hear all the enemies coming through some place, so I decide to hide behind a wall and everyone from the opposite team rush past me without noticing me, but my friends do not even shoot their weapons. In the end, they just all end up speaking together, and I notice a girl I know, so I just go and see her and we have a talk.

The worst team I ever had!

April 8

Shortly before going to bed, I read a long post titled How bittersweet is lucid love, securely mentally binding. It definitely influenced my dreams that night. Unfortunately, the "bittersweet" part was there as well.

Scarifatif
Importance: 3/5

I am at a party organized by the parents of two girls I am supposed to know. It takes place in a small flat, although this family seems rather rich. One of the two girls comes right to me and tells me she needs to meet someone from the party, but then she will get downstairs and meet me outside. She is tall, blonde with blue eyes and with very nice curves, smiling as she looks at me, of that kind of smile which betrays her intelligence. She just looks perfect.

I go out and wait in front of the building for some time. I play a little with my laptop, I hear somebody in the street saying to his friend that the pizzeria which is at number 666 in this street, near the building I came out of, is now closed, and, well, I just wait. After a while, she is still not out and I see a friend, Stéfan.

I woke up at that moment. It was morning, so I kept on falling asleep and waking up, making other unrelated dreams, until finally:

Several years later, I am leaving the university with my parents and Stéfan when on our way out, I see that very same girl. She is also with her sister and her family, and as soon as I see her, I feel really bad. She sees me and rushes to me, but I make some steps back, telling her I reproach her for not having joined me in the street while I was waiting. She tells me that sure she did not join me, but then we met at other occasions. I tell her I have absolutely no recollection of that, and my memory is all blurry, when she tells me it does not matter anyway, because now "I am engaged" to someone else, she says, in English.

I am hurt and I show her that I am, and she just tells me that she has to leave. She adds, in French, that "C'est scarifatif" (which could be translated as "It is scarifative"). Surprised, sad, lost, not understanding what in hell it is supposed to mean, I just answer her that "Ouais, c'est scarifatif", and she leaves.

I was so attracted by this girl during my first dream, but then she was gone all of a sudden and completely distant in this second dream, although I could still feel a little the remnants of our past relationship.
I am not sure she said "scarifatif", that's what I wrote on a paper shortly after I woke up, but it actually might have been "scaritatif" and not "scarifatif." Anyway, I was a bit disappointed when I checked on the Internet if such words might somehow exist and no results appeared.

April 10

Murderous Instinct
Importance: 2/5



I am coming back from the university by bus but my city, Martigues, is flooded. As I am walking the rest of the way back home (the bus could not go further because of the flood), I see a gigantic church with an Arabic on the balcony. The guy holds a submachine gun and shoots the floor of the balcony. Scared like crazy, I run under the balcony, but far enough from him so that he does not shoot me. Unluckily for me, his friend stands not far from here, at my level, and he begins to shoot me too, just for fun. I get hit several times, so I confiscate his submachine gun. The guy just flees, and so I have to decide quickly: should I kill him or let him escape? If I let him escape, he might find me again and kills me and maybe my family.

I have made my mind, and so I aim in his direction and shoots dozens of bullets, none of which hit him. I give up and his friend (the one from the balcony) gets down. Both guys finally come to me even if I aim at them, and we begin to have a discussion on why they wanted to kill me, even if it is obvious that they just want me dead for one reason: they are bored and have nothing better to do.

When there are really bad guys in my dreams, they must be Arabic, that is curious. It might just be passive racism, but I would rather think it is because as a kid, I used to go to a primary and a secondary school in which violence was relatively common, especially since there were lots of people from the suburbs of Martigues (Arabic people) and lots of people from the residential area (white people). Racism is a latent issue in France because lots of Arabic people came without money a century ago and had a hard time finding a job, to make it very short.

April 12



Motorbike Chase
Importance: 2/5

I am doing a pen-and-paper role-playing game with friends of mine, namely Yoan and Olivier. We play outside, at night, when suddenly some Arabic guys, two or three I think, run to us. I just have the time to think that "oh, maybe it was not planned in the role-playing game" when these guys steal something from Yoan, I am not sure what, maybe just some clothes he had for his role. Yoan and Olivier, angry as hell, begin to run after them, and I do the same but after some time I just end up lagging behind, so I decide to take another route. On this other route, I come across a motorbike that I take, and I succeed in catching up with the bad guys. I follow them inside a giant deserted tunnel.

There are several people on the motorcycle in front of me, and there is a wire falling from it, so I take it but it is kind of trapped: once I take it, one of these guys just pull on it so that it begins burning my hands (we are at high speed after all). In spite of that, I manage to catch up with them but something makes me stop in the middle of the tunnel. Instead of turning around with the motorcycle and go the other way, I just get off the vehicle and begins running. I hear them turning around, screaming like mad punks, and I know that if they catch up on me, I am a dead man. So I take out my cellular phone, call the police, but it takes too long so I just hide behind some pillars. However, even if it is really dark in here, they have their lights on and they also took my motorcycle, so I just think about my eventual death if they spot me.

I assure you, they looked more dangerous than on the picture above.

April 15

I had quite a bad recall these last few days, and my mood is also a little down. I am pretty sure this is somehow linked. I also sent a mail to a girl after having dreamt about her three times in one week, but she did not answer. Come on, let's have a good depressing "how-could-I-miss-lucidity"-like dream. I do not remember much of it though.

Dreaming About Lucids
Importance: 2/5



I am lying in my bed, sleeping. After some time, I wake up and there is one of my English teachers in front of me, watching me, smiling. I tell him I did not succeed in attaining lucidity, and he tells me to fall asleep again and to think being lucid so that I may be aware I am dreaming. As I fall asleep and wake up some time after, I tell him it still does not work.

I spent much of the morning waking up, telling myself my next dream would be lucid. Too much thinking for nothing, thus the picture.

April 17

Night Escape
Importance: 1/5



A bad guy, in an attempt to kill the good guy (maybe Michael Scofield from Prison Break?), calls for reinforcement. I am part of this reinforcement, but as the good guy seems to have escaped us, the bad guy does not need us anymore, and as my team enters the car we came in with, the bad guy detonates a bomb he had set under the car. Every single membre of my team dies, and I am the only one alive.

The action takes place in my house then, and this bad guy draws a gun and begins trying to shoot me dead. I jump out the kitchen window and I do not know how I manage that, but I escape the house without having him following me, or at least not now.

It is pitch black outside. I am running away from my street, a suitcase in my hand, trying to find a place to hide. I see someone taking the bins out, but before I manage to get his attention, he is back in his house. I continue to roam the streets when I hear a noise coming from my suitcase. I throw it away quickly before it explodes. It was a close call, sure, but something stresses me: it is completely dark, so the explosion revealed my position to the bad guy. I begin to panick.

I run in the middle of the road and I try to stop every single car. After some time, a car stops and someone from the mafia tells me to enter his car, which I am very glad to do, as long as I can get as far as possible from this psychotic.

April 18

Fragment:
I am in a classroom with people from my high school. The teacher gives us a test on Da Vinci, although I came in late, so even when the others are finished, I still have some time to finish my paper before time is up. The problem is, not only is it hard, it is also far too long, and I bet nobody has finished writing it.
Then I am in another classroom, with a relatively fat teacher who instructs us on Da Vinci's complex way of contrasting foregrounds and backgrounds. The topic is difficult, but interesting.


Fragment:
I am chasing a guy in a giant university with some friends of mine. It is very important that we catch him, since something like the end of the world will happen if we fail. It is a bit blurry, but at some point I see Sayid from Lost, and at times I see an old friend, Sébastien, but wearing a purple kimono and always circled by small electric cars driving around him. In the end, we just fail and the guy escapes.

That university does not exist, it is only very loosely based on my French university, but it is the second time I dream about it.


Osaka Gaidai
Importance: 3/5



I am in a very small room in which I just moved. In spite of it being small, it is cosy, but it feels empty and I feel rather lonely after some time. I want to get out of this room which is on the ground floor, but as I open the doors, Japanese people keep entering and exiting, like it was a public place. I am about to go crazy when two Japanese cleaning women enter and one of them tells me "de rester où je suis" (to stay where I am). I wonder how in hell a cleaning woman knows how to speak French that well, and I decide to leave my room.

I was actually in some new dormitory in my former university (picture above), Osaka Gaikokugo Daigaku (shortened to Osaka Gaidai), the Osaka University of Foreign Studies. I just arrived but it is more or less the middle of the scholar year and I know nearly nobody while everybody already made friends with other people, thus the reason for my loneliness.

I am going to class but on the way, I meet someone I talked to a couple of times before, when I lived there one year ago. Surprised she is still here, I call her name, but she does not even recognize me. Luckily, a friend of her tells her "Hey, it's the guy from the Internet! You know, the handsome one!" I have some small talk with that cool girl before going to class, where I meet my old friend Takeshi. Biology class.

All my dreams were interconnected: they all took place at university, and there was always a link with Japan. I often dream about Japan, would it be that I miss it more than I actually admit?

April 19

Live Dog, Dead Dogs
Importance: 3/5



I am walking through a marketplace when I see a dog walking around. The dog is rather big and has strings attached to him. the strings are also tied to other dogs, but those dogs are flying like balloons. I understand that these dogs are all dead, and they are sold as balloons, the other dog being just some kind of stall, something so that the dead dogs do not fly off.

I enter a gloomy alley where two ugly people stand. One is bald with teeth missing, the other one seems to be his son, and both smell horrible. Their clothes are torn, evidencing even more the utter poverty in which they live. Despite this life they are forced to live, I feel anger and sadness: they have killed the dogs and have stuffed them with something so that they can fly like balloons, thus being able to sell them for a good price. I ask the father how much would the live dog cost, and he answers me he can sell the dog to me for two or three Euros. What the...? Two or three Euros only?

I have absolutely no want to give them any money, but I do not want this poor dog to continue having to be tied to all his dead mates. I look at him and he looks at me with this innocent, spontaneous sadness only animals can have in his eyes.


Fragment:
I am in a bus. Behind me is a girl I know from the Internet, with whom I chat a little about a dog (the one from the previous dream). Since she is sitting behind me, I take a look at the rear of the bus and I see three other girls I know from the Internet. Those four girls are actually among my best virtual friends, and I am so glad to see them all at once.

But of course I do not find it strange enough to become lucid, while the next dream had nothing weird in it and made me turn lucid.


Lines
Importance: 3/5



I am in a park, near the giant lake bordering Martigues and the neighboring cities, looking at the water. Wait, it must be a dream! Everything is already fading away a bit, so I kneel on the grass and watch the palm of my hand, as I read many times that observing closely, focusing on something can make your dream more concrete.

I am amazed at what I see. My hand feels so real I am (ridiculously) in ecstasy at my hand: the lines of my palm becomes more apparent, my hand seems bigger, my fingers longer. Everything is so much more colorful. It just seems to lose the unreal atmosphere so special in dreams.

I get back to my feet and I tell myself "Alright, when I'll turn around, Monica will be here!" but since I am not too sure it will work, it actually does not work. Frustrated, I try that a second time, but instead, everything becomes suddenly black.

April 21

A New Pad for an Old System
Importance: 1/5



I am sitting in a dark room with two or three other persons. One of them, standing in front of us, introduces two gamepads to us. He (or she) explains to us that those two gamepads are the Sega Megadrive pads, although this video game system dates back to the 1990s. He tells us that what is supposed to be the first Megadrive pad (see picture above; it is actually a Sega Master System pad, and not a Megadrive pad as he told me) has been a huge success and is everything a gamepad should be. This person then introduces us to the second pad, which also looks good, before telling us that a third one will be released soon. We have the privilege of seeing it: it looks curious because it is far bigger, for the game's cartridges have to be put inside the pad.

Afterwards, I just play a hacked version of Super Mario Bros 3 with enhanced graphics, although this hack is incomplete.

I also had another dream in which I was searching for old PC games in my shelves, and I found lots of games I had forgotten about. Some of them did not actually exist, and I perfectly remember one of them being called One and being just a copy of Phantasmagoria.

April 22

Monkey Companion
Importance: 2/5



I am in my bedroom with a rather big ape. He is supposed to live with my family and I. I play with him on my bed, but he is a little aggressive (maybe because not used to humans yet?), so he jumps everywhere, which is a little annoying after some time.

This must come from a role-playing game I played yesterday in which I met a man with the head of a monkey, a nice guy.


Lame Terrorist, Lame Actor
Importance: 2/5



Above, the healing of the lame man by Jesus. And yes, the title of this dream contains a pun. A lame one.

I am a terrorist supposed to kill Jack Bauer of 24 fame. I enter a place which turns out to be my garage, but Bauer sees me first before I even have the time to draw my weapon (do I even have one?), so I am acting as if I was lame, which I am not really. Bauer begins to torture me, kicking my knee to see if there is any reaction in it, and it is difficult for me to make him believe that I am really lame.

After some time, I finally rise to my feet and the door of the garage opens. It is another terrorist who simply shoots me (maybe because I failed at killing Bauer) and then shoots Bauer before leaving. Now, next to me is another terrorist who came out of the blue and who dies. However, as I continue to watch him being dead, myself bleeding to death too, I see him smile and get back on his feet, and I tell myself "God! I'm so stupid, I forgot that I was supposed to look at Bauer now" because my eyes are actually a camera and filming whatever I look at. Then Bauer, nearly dead, tries to leave my garage, crawling ever so slowly, pulling me along. Once we are out of the garage (but I am supposed to have died of my wounds meanwhile anyway), everyone rises up. There are lots of people in the garage and outside the garage, cameramen, etc., and I go and see the director of the episode, telling him I messed up because I kept on watching the other terrorist. Some coach woman comes to me and tells me I should be acting better because it was not really convincing.

I have acted in several theater plays and I really enjoy role-playing games (which is a sort of improvised acting), but I have always felt awkward because I know I am a bad actor.

April 23

It's Coming
Importance: 3/5

The action takes place in a huge mansion (a castle?) between 1600 and 1900 (it looked like the 17th century and I had one of those white wigs) but there were old cars too). It is dark outside, and time to go to bed, so the woman with me leaves my bedroom.

This is going to be a horror game, I just know it, and even if I know that I cannot be hurt because this is only a game which will end when the sun will rise, I know that this woman will come back to scare the living daylights out of me during the night. Actually, I already hear her walk up and down stairs, and on the floor just above mine, making, in the dead of night, the most disturbing sound (quite similar to that one, but without the reverb). As I sense this woman turned monster will soon come and scare me during my sleep, I wonder if I should not just stay awake the whole night, and in the end, I just speak to someone on the Internet (in 1600?) to try and feel a bit reassured.

That dream was actually the closest thing I had to a nightmare since I began this dream journal. It may not sound creepy, but the steps and the fact that I knew the monster would be coming soon made me actually a bit afraid of falling asleep after.
Since it was the first day in quite a long amount of time I had to wake up early, I wonder if my thought about not getting to bed because of an impending monster could have been linked to the fact that I often think about the short amount of sleep I will get, always "afraid" of the impending alarm clock. Or maybe I am over-interpreting.

April 24

Killer Parrot
Importance: 2/5



I am in my room. I hear a curious sound at the window, so I go and check it out. The window is open, but I have a mosquito net. There is a big bird, I think a crow, standing at the edge of my window. Behind him is a macaw (see picture above). The crow tries to fly away, but the macaw prevents him, and it seems like it is about to hurt him, certainly even killing him. To try and save him, I take a pen with which I slightly hit the parrot through a hole of the net so that the bird flies away, but the bird rips it off from my fingers. Excited, he just flies at the net and begins to smash his head against it, using his claws at the same time, tearing the net apart.

As this cold-blooded killer makes his way in the room, I rush to the door, aware I have lost the battle for my room.

I also had another dream in which I was covered by thousands of small worms on a beach. Concerning the macaw, I guess I dreamt about it because on the very morning, I made some crosswords in which there was the word "ara" ("macaw" in French) and I commented to a friend, saying that one could encounter this kind of word only in crosswords.

April 25

Fragment:
The scene takes place in the sky, on clouds. There are two people, a man sodomizing a woman. I am not here, and I feel something is not right, I know I am dreaming, but I cannot remember how this is called. After a short while, I remember that what I am living is a lucid dream, so I decide to appear so that I can have some fun with the woman. However, I do not seem to appear, and I quickly get frustrated.

Which led me to wake up quickly. That was weird: I was not there, but still, I was frustrated. Maybe it was not myself, a Patrice as the main dream character who was frustrated, but the real-life Patrice who got impatient.

April 26

I was at a birthday party last night where at one point we came to talk about psychology, mental disorders and the brain. The girl who made the party for her birthday is the one in my dream.

Fragment:
A girl shows me a white board on which she draws a brain. She then proceeds, drawing brain cells and something else (which might just be "ideas"), telling me this something else makes the brain cells work, but they can work in two ways: either developing all by themselves, each one doing its own thing, or they can develop by helping each other out. It seems like when they are helping each other out, it works actually far better. But more than what she explains to me, I believe it is her drawing itself which is quite good and true to life.

April 27

I fell asleep shortly after having had a talk about role-playing games and another one about illegal downloading of movies.

Illegality
Importance: 2/5



My friend Yoan comes up to some kind of big shed I am supposed to live in. I greet him at the entrance. Behind me are thousands of pen-and-paper role-playing game books. I do not want him to go any further in the shed because behind some normal-looking books, there are illegal ones, maybe counterfeit.

We are now in my house and I have to go to the basement to bring two friends to the room where we will be playing a role-playing game tonight. However, as I do so, I remember I let Yoan alone near the shed, and I rush there. As I approach, I noticed him coming out of there. I know he is a spy and he is here to check if I really keep illegal copies. I try to analyze him as he talks to me, to see if he found something but does not want me to know, or if he just did not find anything.


Fragment:
I am chatting on the Internet with Sylvia, an ex-girlfriend, when I notice than on another website, misscara.com, she has her webcam on and is undressing, although she has no idea I am watching. Her body looks just wonderful and terribly exciting.

April 29

Fragment:
Once again I am in Japan. Monica is with me, and we hang around the main hall of the dormitories, talking of how May will be the end of the scholar year for us and we will never see October in Japan again.

It has been a few days since I have some computer problems which make me go crazy. Nothing to do with my dreams, but I have less time thinking about them, so my recall decreases a bit I think.

April 30

Bad Boy
Importance: 2/5

I am outside a university, but apparently not mine. Near the entrance, there is an alarm button which I push for no reason. I know that if I get arrested for that, I will be severely punished since it is the second time I do it. I run to the exit gate, and there are lots of students running everywhere. A girl stops me, telling me I need to enter an emergency bus. She leads the way in, then sits next to me in the bus. She wears a red miniskirt and has lovely curves. And of course, she begins to flirt with me.

I often dream of university, girls and series, so these three topics are what I consider to be my dream signs. But I have trouble yet noticing that something is out of place.


Fragment:
I am in a bus with Sylvia who sits behind me with a friend of hers. I know she is not single, yet she begins to talk to me in a slightly dirty way, caressing my hands and my hair. I tell her I thought she had a boyfriend, but she tells me she is just kidding me, and she would not do anything serious with me.