Lucid-schizo-dreamer

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) With some friends, we're invited to enter a fabulous property of a colleague. with an old palace-house and abandoned gardens around. He explains this house belonged to a writer who created a novel like "Alice in Wonderland" and argued it was based on real experiences he had on the property. He describes to us the world that guy wrote about and it sounds awfully a lot with my plunging into the dream worlds and lucid dreaming experiences. So I do believe the guy really lived those things. And then I become lucid.
Then our friend reveals that he had also encountered the actual place where the writer said was the passage to this other world. He takes us there and it is a stone paved patio, with columns around and when he touches something, the columns move and create this strange effect on the air, like a mirrored surface and we realize a portal is opened. A giant spider pulling a wagon appears, covered in ants on her back. The ants move to the ground and open a kind of hatch on the back of the spider, where they insert a hose. They are pumping organic matter to serve as food to the spider, just like fuel to a car. Then they close the hatch and hop on the spider again. We're invited to sit on the wagon and off we go through the portal. We pass by the most incredible landscapes and I try to absorb everything I see, but it's just too much. I can only recall a town where people were pink bunnies in suits and then as we approached what seemed like a worm hole, the landscape became completely geometric and abstract, like a patchwork, moving rapidly around us. We get sucked into a funel made of this patchwork and start free-falling. The others are freaking out, but I enjoy every minute of it.
When it stops, we are back to the starting point, or so it seems. It is again the old palace, but I notice it has some differences. It is quiet as if time didn't pass over here. There is an eerie golden light all around. I enter a room whose walls are covered in beautiful and varied pieces of arts and crafts, from pottery, to fine ceramics, to glass and iron, to paintings. They are so different, yet form a very harmonious ensemble. I try to memorize every detail, but the one thing that strikes me, is a bege colored painting of what seems to be Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus, but in which Mary and Joseph are grey aliens and baby Jesus is a radiant disk, which leaves me wondering if it is a sun or a flying saucer.
We go outside and the golden light is shining over the trees, so beautifully. We head for the nearest town and I feel a bit disappointed because it looks pretty normal. It's like a 50's town with futuristic touch, but very chaotic and messy. The only thing I find appealing it is a public transportation system similar to a monorail, but with individual bumping cars in which people hop-in. I wake up...

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Dreaming about huge floods in Lisbon and a post-catastrophe scenario. There are no public transports or communications. No trains are circulating and there are guys offering rides to the north in very basic horse wagons outside the Santa Apolónia station. 20 people are sitting on a wagon which has no cover and no seats, but it's the only way to go back home or to go look for family members far away.

A sequence of FAs. I wake up in my bed, I look at my bedroom door, all is so quiet. I doubt that I am really awake. I wake up again in my bed, I look at the door, my dad is calling for me, asking if I'm awake. Once again I doubt this is real, so I wake up again and there really isn't anybody and everything is quiet but I still have he feeling that I'm still dreaming. I'm confused, I decide to dream something else to get out of this circle.

It seems that my dad (who sleeped over) did peak at my door to see if I was awake, but it was no different from the dreams in which there was nobody at the door. The two realities felt exactly the same, none more real than the other.