Folqueraine's Oniric Misadventures

[Folqueraine]

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. 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! (and point them out to me&#33 Recently I have been dreaming in English (living in England and everything) so when this is the case I'll underline it. Have fun !

[Folqueraine]

The dream of Poulgolo cloister before 2002. 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?

[Folqueraine]

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

[Folqueraine]

The Dream of the Prehistoric Village Isolated from Modern World 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.

[Folqueraine]

Edit: post pointless as picture disappeared off the internet.

[Folqueraine]

So let's start with the extra complex one. 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.

[The Cusp]

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

[Folqueraine]

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

[Folqueraine]

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

[Folqueraine]

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.

[Folqueraine]

(28-29/09/2009) 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 , 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...

[Folqueraine]

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 . --- 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.

[Folqueraine]

14.10.2009 Dream of the shop that wanted me to pay 200€ (Non-lucid) 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.

[Folqueraine]

20.06.2001 The Dream of the Green Toad and the Laughing Dog 20th-21st June, 2006 (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID 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.

[Folqueraine]

03.11.2009 The dream of the vampire girl's fiancé (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID 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.

[Folqueraine]

06.11.2009 The dollar by the bottle dream (Non-lucid) 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.

[Folqueraine]

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.

[Folqueraine]

08.11.2009 The hot dream with Nina Caliente and some girl (Non-lucid) 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.

[Folqueraine]

11.11.2009 The dream of the giant futuristic hotel and a red van (Non-lucid) 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?

[Folqueraine]

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.

[Folqueraine]

14.11.2009 The dream of the twins in the jungle (Non-lucid) 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.

[Folqueraine]

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.

[Folqueraine]

28.11.2009 The dream where I had to spend the night at someone's house (Non-lucid) 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.

[Folqueraine]

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.

[Folqueraine]

12.12.2009 The dream where I married a King (Non-lucid) 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.