Nystagmus' Journal

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Nystagmus's Dream Journal KEY: Black is Normal Dream Blue is Lucid Dream Sleep at ~5:00am and Wake at 3:45pm 17 Dec 2008 "Travelling the World" Smoking weed (mixed with corn chips) by the river me and J make our way home to mine, we are then drinking in my street at night. Sleeping on the road, I have a dooner and a small table with a pillow on it that I lean on, I don't want to go inside my house because I'll wake everyone so I stay out the front. I ask H what she wants to do and she hops on my shoulders and me and J and some other friends go for a walk to the end of my street, we can't decide where to go and after a while we just end up walking but I can't tell where we are exactly. We get to a side street where the walls are all rustic and white. (similar to this: http://flickr.com/photos/coyote1/2495730923/) I say something like "I could f***ing live here!" when I realise we are in italy. At the opening of the side street there is a cosy cafe on the left, with the windows open and I smile at a lady in the cafe, and she gives back a weakish smile, and I stumble like a drunk. I walk straight passed a small booth-like table and bench setup, but J calls me over to the table and I see B, H and J sitting with the pope, I sit down and say "Hey! Pope-y!" Everyone is drinking chilli coffee, it tastes fine (this is a reference to earlier in the week, when a mate of mine told me about chilli flavoured beer). We get up and move on, and end up on a bus, our location and country appear to change during the trip. A man on the bus sings along to the radio, and when the chorus repeats he sings "One more time now!" and holds a long note over the chorus. Some people up the back start laughing and teasing him, saying "such a CLASSIC voice" and implying that he is a generic singer. We get off the bus (J, H and myself) and we stand on a traffic island, I look around and can't figure out what country we are in. I figure we are somewhere in the US. I nearly fall onto the road because I am terribly drunk. I look up and only see one skyscraper, every other building is squat. We cross the road and I fish to see if it's a dream. I say to J: "Hey... its weird how this is a dream" "Yeh" "Oh, so you know?" "Yes" "Does she know?" I point to our other friend walking ahead of us. "I, I don't know" "How come you can't tell if she knows?" "My mum said... *incoherent*" I pause and try to take in what he said then realise it was unrelated and random. "No, no, no, I asked how come you don't know certain things?" "I don't *incoherent*, I ummm" "You just don't know them then?" "No I don't!" He gets up in my face and looks angry and a little creepy, I start to lose lucidity but laugh in his face and regain it, he immediately goes back to normal. We walk along a bit further. I decide that I am going to wake myself up before asking anymore questions for fear I won't remember the answers like last time. "It's a good dream though hey?" I wake myself up.