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I'm back, baby!

After a couple of days of crappy recall, I had a LD today:

I'm chatting with some friends via Skype, planning on play some online game. One of them called me via phone and said something I couldn't understand (except a part like "We won't play anithing today"). So I go to the living room to read some DJs in the laptop. A guy called Lou has a very detailed and long entry, so I keep reading. I scroll down and there's something like this:



Oh, It's true! A voice says "remember to stabilize, remember to stabilize". This time, I Did the nose plug RC and stabilized the dream before hearing that voice, but It's great to have someone to tell me what to do if I forget the essential first steps (maybe he/she is my guide and doesn't want to reveal itself yet). Anyway, let's go on. I decide to look for my DG. I shout " I wanna go where my DG is". All becomes black.

I'm in a dark, labyrinth-like village. A tiny black guy asks me to follow him. He takes me to my dad's room. My dad says to me something about the canoes, and He is quite annoying , so I leave the room. I ask to myself "I'm not lucid, Am I? I went to the street and did some RCs (nose plug and and the other with the mouth). It is pretty funny, so I keep doing It a while. I'm going back home, when all starts vanishing...

These days I had crappy recall... It's not worth to be posted, just a couple of words, but I have it in my other DJ (the physical one). I think I'll try that ADA technique, while waiting for the academy reopen.

It's my first DJ Entry in like six months, but anyway, I don't have that much to say. My recall was going down day after day like the amount of healty liver tissue in an alcoholic, and now I'm back from scratch, trying to improve my recall. I can only recall two lucids, one was the last year and the other one was a couple of weeks ago:

An afternoon with Chuck Schuldiner in Barcelona

I'm in my grandma's house (just behind mine), in her room. I'm watching a concert in DVD, called "Death: Live in Cottbus", with my brother and a tall guy with a black guitar, like Chuck Schuldiner's (Chuck is Death's the main guitarist/vocalist, He died because a tumor in his head). The band is playing Spirit Crusher, and that guy starts playing his guitar (unplugged), He plays so damn good (as Chuck used to), not even a singlenote is misplaced...

Wait, this cannot be real, We're in Spain (I was in my grandma's house, but I felt the atmosphere quite "spanish", like being in Barcelona) with Chuck (yes, that guy was Chuck Schuldiner playing guitar in front of me). I'm bored, so let's go outside. Chuck keeps playing, but he left his guitar in the room, so the sound comes from nowhere. I "pick up" an air guitar and start playing behind him, like an air guitar duel, for the rest of the song. After thar, He says "follow me, machine" (like "maquina", "fiera" or "campeón", ways to call other people in the local slang). Following him in the streets of Barcelona, some people starts poking me. I keep walking, but They are so annoying, like trying to knock me down. I fall to the floor, and all fades into nothingness...

Going back home

I am with my brother in a warehouse, our warehouse (huge dreamsign, we have no warehouse). I decide to go home. I'll be there in a minute, I just need to walk a couple of blocks. The moon is quite shiny this night. A little nigger comes to me asking for some pennies. I hate those parasites, so I've disfigured his face with my so feminine fist. Lolwut? I look like a woman (a very hot woman), but I don't get lucid despite the big dreamsign. Another nigger comes to me (a big one). He grabs me from my back and puts a knife in my neck with the purpose of stealing my money. I see my dad in the other side of my block, so I drag him there slowly in the struggle. My dad takes a glass bottle from the floor and hits him in the head. He falls unconscious. I run scared like a coward girl (now I can't avoid the dreamsigns).After running for a minute, I calm down and realized I'm in a quite vivid dream, inside a hot lady's body. What can I do? There's some obvious, options, but first of all I must take vengeance. Quo can't waste his (or maybe her, this time) time having sex with his/her gorgeous body when payoff calls the door. I start running back to the "crime scene". The moon seems very beautiful, and I can see the trees shaking with the wind. Finally, I am back, blood thirsty and crushing that nigger's bones. I'm so blind when it comes to attackig people! It would be funnier with a hammer and a screwdriver (like "3 guys 1 hammer"). Anyway, I had two "victories" in a single night.



Yesterday, I dreamed I was in a very crowdy train. I turn my head to the right and I see a mysterious girl. When I saw her face I got lucid (and unfortunately, I woke up). Now I can remember, I've seen her some time ago, taking the bus every wednesday for a couple of months. I knew She would trigger my lucidity because all the DCs in my dreams seem to be so boring, so common..., and I didn't see her in the dream plane until now. I can't wait to meet her so her mysterious look will lead my way to lucidity again (I hope).

I had some problems with recall during this week, mainly caused by sleep schedule changes (most days I had to get up earlier, and the alarm screwed up my recall).

9/12, 14, 15, 17 and 19

Nothing.

9/13

Metalinga! fanzine

I made a Heavy Metal fanzine with some friends, the Metalinga! Fanzine. It had some Metal albums reviews and a lot of crap. Despite being a fanzine, the design was very professional, with full color pages and amazing graphic work.

9/16

Big IAC

I go to IAC (Instituto Argentino de Computación), an institute where I go to PC repair and LAN management classes. But this time the classroom was three or four times larger., and looked like an old train station. I am with a lot of classmates (in the real class we are like 10 students only) and the two teachers, Mariano and Matias (the last year teacher). Mariano is gossiping with my classmates about Paparazzi, an argentinian tabloid (WTF?), and Matias is finishing a program to the next assignment. I go with to help him (He's a bit confused because Mariano started to make the files but He can't find them). He tells me: "This will be your next homework, but I can't find It". I saw an icon called "pipa" (Mariano always calls his programs with names like that), so I told hin I found the batch file (we always work with .bat files).

9/18

Fake SD

I am playing a First Person Shooter with my brother and a misterious guy. Somehow, I manage to survive pretty well, and I give a tough fight to them, but then, things start to get harder. I must start to run away more and more times. The "map" was pretty big, like a megamansion, and I ran away across the entire playable area several times. But later, I am going through undeground stairs, and i appear in my grandma's house (It is right next to my house). All looks very realistic, I know I am dreaming. Suddenly, a woman appears next to me. She is quite good looking, with blonde hair, beautiful eyes and a gorgeus body. She gives me a bunch of pirate DVDs and says "take your Black Metal DVDs". She disappears.

I woke up (really), and decided to continue the story, I DEILD'd back to the dream.

Now I am back in my grandma's house. I watch the DVDs for a while (They were amazing Black Metal live shows), but then, I woke up (FA). My grandma comes very scared. "Matias, go to see what's happening to your brother". I know what happened, but I don't understand why. It's related to the shooter game, but I don't know how a SD could be scary for my brother. He is in his bed, covered with blankets, sweating alot, like posessed by a demon (the "demon" of shared dreaming?). "Well, this is quite confusing, I'll wake up". And i woke up.

Killing three birds with a single stone:

9/9

I bought an XBOX 360, but I didn't have games, so I decided to go with a friend, who has a 360, to burn some games. The travel takes like 75 minutes, my friend lives a bit far, so my mother is saying to me all the day "don't go to that town, It's a very dangerous zone". Anyway, I grab a bike of the street and I'm there in 20 minutes (huge dreamsign). I go fast, avoiding niggers, but trying to turn, I enter in a shop accidentally. I almost break a lot of expensive pianos. I hear somebody shouting "Hey You, Matías!". I don´t know who's this person, but It looks familiar. I ran out. I see some friends on the street. **missing dialogues**. Finally, I arrived to my friend's house with a bunch of DVDs.


I am in Córdoba (I have a house in that state) with a lot of friends. I am naked, bui It doesn't matter to anyone. I enter to a restaurant/pub/whatever. I ask for a crab coctail (day residue, I've seen one on TV). The guy in the bar is a bit annoying, He doesn't pay atenttion to me in several times. So, I spit him in the face. Everyone turns to see what happened. I fall to the floor. An employee comes to me, angry. She looked like Anneke Van Giersbergen. I spitted her in the face. I really enjoy spitting people. The things are getting pretty bad...
Suddenly, my friends appear in this place to balance the things. Now, We can have a "fair" fight. All men were knocked out except two big guys. "I need help, that's gonna be hard". A cousin, Alejandro, appeared next to me. 200 pounds, and two big fists to knock that two annoying giants.
Suddenly, I woke up in the same place, with my friends. I feel a bit dizzy, and my friends too. They tell me a dream like mine. Wow, that's the proof I needed, SDs are real!.
I wake up another time (but this time It's not a FA).

9/10

I woke up, and lying on my back, I couldn't recall any dream.

9/11

I had no time to recall dreams, but later, a remembered a bit of a dream, in which a woman was sucking my feet.