Synergeon
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Last night I've had a lucid dream!

The dream begins. I'm in void and an evil voice speaks to me. I don't know what it says, but it terrifies me. Struggling I manage to avoid to wake up, fighting against the rapid and intense vibrations I usually feel on my physical body when I enter a dream lucidly or when I'm being kicked out from it.
Then I understand: "I'm this voice". Fear stopped.
I was still nowhere, but this didn't terrify me. I believe I've reconciled myself with an ancient part of my brain, that part which generates primordial fears, such as the fear of getting out of known places (so also entering lucid dreams).

Then I decide to meet Tesla. He just flashed in front of my eyes to disappear immediatly. Then I was in a gloomy living room, with very few furnishment, only a baroque moquet. The room was sorrounded by a black space. I try to fly, but it seems so unnatural, I don't feel my body suspended, I still feel it in my bed, though it seems quite distant. I go to a glass door and on the other side I see a girl I once saw in the library of my department and she says me "The demonstration of the Zeros' Theorem is pretty useless, hypothesis immediatly imply thesis, it's easy to visualize". I agree blamefully with her.
I stay in the void for some other time, without surrendering to the fear which usually takes me ("Am I staying in the dream too much??") then, I don't remember how, I wake up.



The dream has been quite long and I've achieved good results. What I want to do next time (so this night!!) is to focus on stability and on completly abandon the feeling of my material body.

This night I've dreamt a frenetic ride through an impetuous creek over massive trunks. My comrades were Jeff from Community, a guy who was in my classroom in primary school and two kids I'm unable to recognize.
The riding has been quite normal, no memorable emotions, no memorable events... I would like to know why I'm so apathic in my dreams (and not only).
By the way I'm glad the dream was pretty bright: water full of reflections and the sky seemed cloudless and with a shining sun. I've not directly seen the sky, but I know it was kinda like this...
At the end of the riding I fell into water and while I was trying to get on a trunk again I've had a quite gross view of the guy's butt...

Hi everyone! I want to share with you a frightening (maybe not) dream I've had not last night, but the one before.

I was lyng on a surgical bed, while the doctor was preparing his instruments. Around us, only the purest darkness. He said the operation aim was to kill me in a slow and atrocious way. He took a little bisturi and cut my left hand's fingers with a diagonal line. I could see bone and blood. I was really scared while he was doing this, but I felt no pain, and so I accepted my coming death. He showed me two swords and asked me what was the one I liked most: one was a dark blue saber, full of reflections, the other one was yellow and a bit more opaque, and the edge was more straight. I preferred the second one, but I felt kinda of captured by the first, and I said it was my choice. He used it to pierce my heart, and blood scattered everyone. There was a still image showing the scene from my right, with me, the doctor and the objects which where nothing but shadows printed on a light brown background.
The doctor (surgeon/murderer) was angry because of my apathy.

I had this dream three times that night, one the doctor had yellow skin, and of the other one I remember nothing.