Date of dream: Sunday, August 10, 2008
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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I dream of a small, claustrophobic apartment I seem to be living in with my father. Not much to remember here apart from the atmosphere of claustrophobia and neglect.
Another dream of the night has me walking across a city that looks like a combination of the one I'm living in and the one I was born in. I'm with a girl that seems to be younger than I am, and it seems that I'm acting as her guide. At first we descend - or jump down, I don't remember - from a bridge that in the dream is located near the Cathedral Island. It's bitterly cold; the girl grabs my hand and the warmth starts to flow into my body. I'm grateful for that.
Later on we're hiding in locker-rooms in a high school. We run away, then go back there, in order to obtain - or regain - some kind of "combination". At the time I'm carrying some kind of "bag" hung over my shoulder. The bag seems to be made of brown leather and is very, very worn-out. I'm keeping some kind of important documents there. It's almost like if I was on some kind of quest. As we are walking down the street that resembles a one in the town where I was born, I ask the girl if I still have my bag, and if it is okay, and she calms me down saying it is so.
In the real life there was only one side street, leading to the high-school building, branching off the street me and the girl were walking. In the dream, there are two of them, leading to two different high-schools, one of them I recognise as my own. We enter the latter, and walk into the room that I vaguely remember used to be the teachers longue.
The room is spacious, and the windows look out onto vast fields full of brilliantly colourful plants. The man whom we meet in the room (a tall, moustached man, dressed in dark clothes) says he is writing a thesis about "diversity of life". The girl takes one of the seats, and I proceed to converse with the man. I ask him about the teachers I rememeber, especially the history teacher who in real life had quite an influence on me. The man confirms that he is still working there. Then the dream ends.
Additional Comments:
At one point I felt a little bit like Indiana Jones.
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Date of dream: Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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In the dream I have found myself - along with another fellow - walking about the environments that usually fill my dreams (read: dirty, run-down tenements, the house that I used to live in as a child as well the dream-versions of the streets surrounding it, etc.). I remember we have been seeking for the Grail - THE HOLY GRAIL, that is. Like all the respectable Grail-seekers, we've been carrying swords. I remember carrying mine in hand, until I found I could put it in a scabbard on my back.
Bits and pieces of other dream-memories: I remember re-reading "Lord of the Rings" and finding it an exceptionally poor piece of literature. "That's why I dislike fantasy so much", I thought. Then I find myself playing what looks like a Flash game: two human - or animal - figures fight with a weapons that look like lightsabers; I lose, but the game progresses fluently into another stage instead of coming to an end: 'I' - or the character I'm controlling - gets stuck in a pond or a lake, or perhaps sea - I don't remember - then finds himself gliding on the back of a giant giraffe - I'm becoming amazed with the game and how creative its maker was - and then I wake up.
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The opinion expressed by my dream-self about the fantasy genre is the one I happen to be holding in
the real life.
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Date of dream: Saturday, May 31, 2008
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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This night's dreams were filled - like most of my dreams are - with a mixture of claustrophobic locales and disasters.
Let's start with disasters. I find myself in the street just outside the tenement I inhabit. I look up to the sky and see a black cloud approaching, and by 'black' I mean that the cloud was actually obsidian black; blacker than anything I've ever seen in waking life. A strong wind picks up; I know a fierce storm is coming. I either receive a call from my mother or call her; I'm afraid for her safety, but I am also afraid for my own. I manage to reach the tenement's door somehow; the wind's blowing so strongly that I suspect I might be carried away by it. Then I wake up for a moment, only to find that it's early morning and it's sunny outside. I close my eyes and go back to sleep.
I don't remember the sequence of the dreams that followed - or preceded - the one I just described. I remember playing a computer game; the graphics are rough 3-d, just like the one you could play in the nineties, when all 3-D models were just bunch of prims and polygons. I'm walking around a 3-D world and board a craft that looks like a WWI biplane. Then I find I cannot revert to the earlier style of play; I'm forced to fly the biplane and engage in dogfights. I believe I managed to shoot down a plane or two.
I'm walking down the streets in my city, and emerge at the square where a shopping center is located. To my right there's a surreal bridge that doesn't exist in reality; it either connects two sides of the street or just two random points in the street (the latter is more probable). To my left there is a grocery that does exist in the real world - but is located elsewhere. As I pass by - or head for entrance, I don't remember - I grab out my cellular and check for a message from a friend. I distinctly remember being convinced I'm awake.
The last dream in the sequence - or the one I'm 90% convinced it was last - has me standing in a corridor inside a building. There are no windows in sight, and it seems that the only source of illumination is electric light. I believe there's a flight of stairs behind me, leading to the other parts of the building. Before me there's a bench, where several people are sitting in line and waiting, among them two young girls. For some reason I become convinced I've to change my clothes, and I have to do it right now. Unfazed by the girls' presence I proceed to take off the black turtleneck I'm wearing (it seems that I don't wear anything underneath), but without removing my glasses beforehand. The tight turtleneck almost crushes my glasses as I'm trying to squeeze my head through it. I swear and stop to reconsider my actions. This is when I wake up.
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