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Dream #1

I was in some kind of building construction setting. As I was in this setting, I had some kind of conversation going on in my head, probably just a conversation with myself, but possibly a "remembered" conversation between myself and some person I looked up to.

The conversation had something to do with the way capitalists exploit people, and how anybody with a conscience shouldn't be part of the corporate system. Of course I felt bad, thinking about my own life in this context.

The building construction site was enormous. It was almost like some kind of futuristic landscape, where everything in site was part of one kind of building complex. But the whole area seemed to be under construction. But it was in complete disarray, as if things had been destroyed, or as if the place, instead of being a construction site, were just a gigantic dump.

I was now either swinging on a huge crane or watching some kind of robot swinging from the crane. The crane had a red metal frame. It swung back and forth in front of a half-built building.

As the crane swung back and forth, I heard the voice in my head talk about my boss, referring to him as a "lucky boss." Something about the way this had been said made me feel bad about myself all over again, as if I were part of some awful system where the bosses were all "lucky" and everybody else was being exploited.

I was now definitely watching a robot swinging from the crane. The robot was yellow, like a tractor. It may even have been made out of old tractor parts. But it had cute, big eyes that looked half like oogly eyes and half like empty headlights for a car.

The robot dropped itself off the crane. It fell down toward a huge pile of other tractor-like robots. I knew that the impact of the landing would kill the robot. But I knew that the robot had meant to do this, and that it had wanted to die.

Dream #2

I was in some kind of forest or rural area. I was in front of a cabin. It was a warm, partly sunny day.

I jumped up into the air and flew over toward a dirt road or dirt path. As I did this, I thought to myself something about the history of the United States and slavery.

I landed on the path. The path was blocked by a patch of weeds, some of which were quite tall, even flowering. I jumped up into the air again and flew over the weeds. There may have been another patch of weeds not too far after the first one. So I may have decided to keep on flying.

As I flew over the weeds, I continued my thoughts on slavery. I thought to myself that African Americans had been kept down first by slavery. But then, even after slavery, they had to deal with so much oppression. I thought to myself, Well, I shouldn't be surprised if there's resentment because of all this. But now the situation is definitely changing.

February 18, 2011
Lucid Dream 181: An Unsatisfactory Performance
Series: Sexcapades, Episode 1
around 4:00pm
DILD

Category - Party/Sexual


....Sexual Content Dream....I can't remember the start of this dream for anything. I have flashes of waiting on a pier and getting onto a cruise ship. Other than that, I haven't a clue. The first think I remember, is running into a friend from high school. I was on a large cruise ship and ran into "Agi." It was night time, and we were at the back of the ship and there was romantic music playing. I began kissing her neck and slowly laid her down on her back. I remember thinking, ok I better stabilize so the dream doesn't end. From this point on I was lucid. I performed some quick stabilization techniques and removed her bathing suit. She looked absolutely stunning naked. We started slow, romantic sex in missionary. After a bit, I was bored, so I started hammering away. I changed position to where I was standing up straight and holding her upside down. The back of her head was still laying on the ground. After a bit, I rolled her over and changed holes. I was now rocking it doggy-style in her ass. I later placed "myself" between her tits and began titty f***ing her. About this time, two other females joined in. I lost lucidity during the three way action.

Agi had now turned into an attractive asian chick. I was dressed and talking to the two woman who had joined in. We were all four porn stars on party cruise. As we drank and smoked a few blunts, the girls were talking to me about the asian. They said that this was the fourth session in a row that she was unsatisfied with. I immediately got defensive. I said, "What? I was putting everything I had out there? How could she not enjoy that?" The two girls both agreed with me and said that they were more than pleased with the session. One of the girls moved her foot up and began massaging "me" under the table. One said, "Maybe she likes getting her ass licked?" I replied, "I did that! She seemed like she was enjoying it!" I woke up while taking shots with the porn stars.

Class is thrown out the window in the dream series, "Sexcapades." Not unlike your favorite porn video, I unleash my inner "Ron Jeremy" and give those DCs what they are looking for ! Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

I think me and Se. are in my car ('97 Toyota Corolla named the Geckomobile). We are listening to RaveOn from the game Killer7. I think we are driving in what is almost an alley, but more open. I think there may be something about 2 girls at some point. Not sure.

Me and my friends take a bus to this mansion for some tug of war contest. Our vice principal is there and he turns out to be evil and working with this half head thing to take over the world. They have been breeding zombies for years in this facility by the mansion. When the zombies are released to take over the world I'm in one of the two hallways in the mansion and there are zombies swarming many people and eating them. I go into the room and lock the door and think of what to do. I jump out the window and run in the direction I see many other people running. While running I see this guy riding a bike in the snow and he almost slips but i catch him he says thanks and rides away.

I meet up with my friends and we keep running. We get to this gate/train station of sorts and we see two doe staring out the windows toward where we came ( zombies ) with their ears flattened. This scared us because we knew the zombies would be here in a few hours after they finished eating the people they had caught. Me and my friends decided we needed to rent a car and run away. We had some money and I had a gold watch and two of us went to a hotel and one went to go find a car. In the hotel my friend said we needed to go to the store and pick up some medicine and food. I agreed but I said we could take some from the fridge and cabinets. In the cabinets there was some baby laxative and Tylenol. In the fridge there was 3 jars of different brands of peanut butter. But they weren't in normal peanut butter jars they were like in the simply orange orange juice containers. I tasted one of them that looked the best. It didn't really taste like peanut butter but it was chunky. After this I woke up.

NON-LUCID

1) I was given an empty container the size of a shoebox by my friend Steven. D. It was light blue, and had a small piece of paper stuck to the front with a message on it. The message was a farewell, as I was leaving to go to college, and he was going to a different one to me. However, in his message he stated that he'd miss me when I went to study music at The Pyramids (a local gig venue). This confused me. The handwriting was very scribbly. A couple of times throughout reading the letter, I shook the container, only to be dissapointed that there was nothing inside.

2) I was browsing the Dreamviews forums, and I went on Steven (the guy from the last dream)'s forum-based dream journal. He had been getting a lot more success with Lucid Dreaming than me. He left a comment on one of his posts that the youtube celebrity RayWilliamJohnson had commented on one of his dreams. After reading this, I had to see it for myself, and read the dream. I couldn't find the RWJ comment, but instead found the first post, that had been posted by a moderator of DV. It stated that Steven had used incestual sex with his Nan to attain lucidity..

I'm pretty miffed that I didn't manage to attain lucidity that night, as the whole of the second dream was ABOUT lucid dreams. God damn it!

Dream Lucid Me DC DG?

Dream 1
I´m sitting on my bed, watching some videos from my computer. They´re all some horror movies and they all have zombie virus as a theme. I remember only one from this dream. (Okay, this one didn´t really have zombie virus in it.)It was about some boy who had some sort of decease which prevented him from bending his legs. (He was my cousin in the dream.) There were two guys in some maze made of hay. The other guy had a big gun. I was the other one. I left, and then saw some scenes where the other guy went back first to one of the walls, which was covered in blood. When I came back, I saw the deceased boy dancing on top of an pile of corpses (The gunman was on the top.) and saying something like "Now we´re a big and happy family forever." (Thats what kids with necronomic powers allways say in horror movies, right?) Then the dream changed.

Dream 2
I´m in some mansion. There´s a man in there who is blamed because he did something with bees. Later I find out that he used the bees to carry an virus of some sort. Then one of the mans in there goes crazy and shoots the beeman to the face with an shotgun. (Luckily, he only had one ammo.) Then people start to eat each others fingernails. (Well, more like fingertips. They said they have lots of lactose in them.) Thats the point where I decide to run away and never come back. When I exit the house, I see people eating dogs. (Alive dogs, that is.) I run to a tunnel. Then I suddenly remember how to exit a dream. I close my eyes and open them as fast as I can few times. Then I remember that I could become lucid instead of stopping the dream. But the dream starts to fade. I manage to stabilize it and exit the tunnel. I start to fly, but some kids fly after me saying something which I can´t remember. I send them away. Two other girls appear saying something about some sandal competion. I tell them to stop coming to me, because I want to enjoy my lucid. But as they´re turning away, I remember something again. "Unless you know where my dream guide is." ,I say to them. "Follow us." ,they say. We fly closer to the house where I left. "Patrik, come here!" ,they yell. "Is my dream guides name Patrik?" ,I ask. "No, he´s going to help you find youre dream guide." ,they answer. We land and some cartoon style japanese/chinese (Thin, eyes closed, big teeths on upper jaw, that kind of cartoon.) appears. "Follow me." he says. I follow him to a door and he opens it. All four of us step in. It´s some basement, which seems to be under construction. There´s cobwebs everywhere. There´s some pretty pale thing standing there. "Do you know where my dream guide is?" ,I ask. He just stands there. The door slowly closes behind us. I see an cardboard troll thing behind a low wall. It rises higher and higher. I get a little scared. "Don´t worry." ,Patrik says. I calm down and look at the troll. It immedietly goes back behind the wall. "Well?" ,I say to the pale thing. Still no answer. I keep the troll behind the wall by looking at it onces in a while. I start to here some music. I quess it´s supposed to be scary but it´s not. "Go through that door." ,the thing finaly says. It´s not really a door. It´s just some foam covering an hole in the wall. We pull it away, and on the other side I see an thing similiar to the one in the basement, but this one seems angry. I also see two platforms there. The angry thing says something about damn kids while I step onto the higher platform. There´s two red balls on it. But then the dream starts to fade and I wake up.

It's early in the morning, I am at my old house with my family. It's the first day for me to go to University, I ask my brother which time it is, and then run to the busstation across the street. I run to the lesson room, I make it barely in time. I sit down, a few seconds later one of my friends arrives (he's known for being always on time despite being late). The lesson starts, looks like it is maths. The teacher was female with brown hair, we first did some simple eqations.
I don't remember the whole dream, I know it was long, only a few fragments remain from now, I'll try to order them chronologically.

At lunch break I think about YuGiOh, and remember that I have a circle-like stoneplate with an eye on my forehead, I run outside and try to find someone to keep it for me. I see several teachers from my old school, but give the stoneplate to my university math teacher. Coming back to the lesson room, I notice another student, a girl I know from school.

I go to the University the next day too, this time I am late. I sit next to a person who I know from my job, he wasn't there the first day.

I carry our maths teacher around on my shoulders, other teachers ask me what's going on. I bring her to our lesson room, let her down, and take a seat, running on desks to it. The female student looks weird at me.

I wake up at what seems to be the biological section, I am in a big glass cage, with a sleeping aligator and a big corncob lying on it. I think "what have I drunk last night", and leave to glass cage.

I am in a sports class, we are going to play soccer with 2 students from another class, I know the both from elementary school.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I kinda failed my WBTB this morning, fell asleep again and woke up a few hours later. I figured I still had time for the G+C combo, and even though it worked, I couldn't fall back asleep afterwards. The lucid was a fun one though, so I don't mind!

00.15: Sleep

05.55: Crazy elevator ride
I'm in an elevator with a black guy. He's got a glock and I realise he's going to shoot someone. The doors open and he kills two people instantly. The doors close and we go to the next floor. Rinse and repeat. I press myself to the corner of the elevator to not get hit. The doors open once again and this time the two people don't go down in a second. They are pumped full of lead and blood gets everywhere. The doors close. We go down a level and when they open again. Two guys rush in with guns pointing at our heads. The guy I'm with drops the glock and I pick it up. "You think you're fast enough for me?" one of the guys ask. I draw and shoot two shots in an instant. Nothing happens though, and it's like I was shooting blanks, but we all knew I would. "Haha see? It's as fast as a doubleclick with the mouse" I say and they all agree that I'm fast.

05.55: Fragment
*I'm at some appartment complex. A few old people have just moved in next door, and some guy really wants their appartment. He begs and almost starts crying. I spot a river full of colourful pieces of glass. I pick a blue one up and head towards the nice pond in the middle of the place.

07.20: WBTB 10 minutes

08.10: I am in control MILD
I'm running around at some complex, playing a weird game with alot of othe people. The map reminds me of some "Golden Eye" map, winter and sterile surroundings, glass windows and metal stairs all around. I hide behind some boxes. I need to get a hold of some brown stones. They are scattered all around the map, and you're supposed to put them in snowballs which you then throw at people to kill them or whatever. I get out of hiding and find a small brown stone and put it in a snowball. Some guys on mammoth's run past me and I follow them.

A smaller mammoth is at the back and I intend to get him. I throw the snowball at the beast and it collapses. I start fighting the small rider, and suddenly we're in a garage. I can't fight as usual, and my kicks are so lame. I have the advantage though, and I land atleast one nice kick in his stomach. Some other people shows up, one guy laughs at me. "You want some too?" I ask and walk up to him. I start dodging to the side like a boxer, and remove my gloves. I can't seem to hit him though, and it's really frustrating.

I become lucid and stop what I'm doing. I turn around and give the smaller guy a blow in the stomach that throws him with incredible force into a corner. I quickly turn around again and grab the other guy and his girlfriend with telekinesis. I slam them into the wall next to the other guy and hold them there. "Everyone, line up infront of me!" I yell at the remaining people in the garage. They start lining up, side by side infront of me. "Come on hurry up" I say and grab the remaining people with telekinesis and position them.

I count seven people infront of me. I look at my hands and rub them. It's time for some payback I think and turn around to the people at the wall. I recognise the girl, it's Ariadne from "Inception". "You're way too cute to die. Get in line" I tell her and she gets in line with everyone else. "Hmm... Now we're two people too many" I say and try to figure out who I need to get rid of. I take a close look at each and everyone, and a half-bald, short guy in his late thirties gets my attention. "You" I say and point my finger at his face. I close my thumb just like I was holding a gun, and he jerks. A small red dot appears on his forehead and he collapses. A guy next to him looks almost the same, and I decide he's next. "Kill yourself" I tell him. He points his finger to his temple, and pulls the trigger. He collapses next to his friend.



"I am in complete control over you!" I say. "You're just a part of my subconscious". I try to remember my dreamtask, but I can't recall what it was. "What was my dreamtask?" I ask them. "Beer and bread" a guy tells me. An old classmate of mine, starts talking. "You owe me a beer! Remember last ti..." I cut him off by grabbing his throat with telekinesis and lift him up. "What did you say? I can't hear you" I tell him and watch him struggle. He's making grotesque faces and strangled noises. "I am in complete control!" I yell at them as I walk down the line. When I get back to the middle I release him. He gasps for air on his knees.

Suddenly I remember my task, to summon Ozzy once again. "Get out of the way" I tell a girl at the end of the line and push her to the side. I look around the corner and whistle. "Ozzy! Come here boy!" I yell. Nothing. I look to my left and then back again and there he is. He runs up to me, he's brown this time, and he's got a tail, but his size is the same, around two feet tall. He bites my wrist gently and don't want to let go. "How are you?" I ask him and wonder if he can answer me. I hug him and scratch his chest, the feeling is very realistic, but as I close my eyes, I start to lose the dream.

I try to DEILD, but my recall isn't the best, and I'm afraid I will lose the memory of the dream, so I give up.

08.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: 2 x Omega-3, 200 mg B6, 250 ml applejuice, 1 x Lucid Dreamer at WBTB

That's it! I'm not sure I've had that good control with telekinesis before. Everything happened in an instant and there was no resistance at all. Was also a very long time ago since I was actually evil in my dreams, but I have to admit it was fun!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

This week has been pretty boring for dreams. Nothing but a mess of fragments.

- A body out lined in chalk
- My sister wanted me to send money on paypal to some random place because her payment failed
- Big girl sitting on a glacier
- Houses built on stilts in a kind of swamp area, a feeling that it was somewhere in the southeast region on Asia
- Me about 8 months pregnant (with a girl - I have boys) sitting in a jacuzzi talking about the baby, immediately followed by images of a steaming (bubbly from the oven) cherry pie. Looking over I notice a girl that was there without her boyfriend, which I find odd.

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID DREAM
I am walking up the stairs, trying not to make too much sound, my shoes hard against the hard wooden floor, as if they might fear that I’m a prowler. It’s the house of my auntie, Chris (perhaps triggered by the lengthy conversation with my mum last night about Chris and Oma and Luke) – the original house from childhood visits - and I’ve just arrived in Holland. Coming up the stairs onto the first floor, the door is open, so I’m planning on going into the first room opposite the stairs without stirring anyone, but when the bed comes into view, there is a soft pre-dawn light filtering through transparent curtains, and my cousin Luke is going down on his girlfriend, she wearing nothing but a green t-shirt (perhaps a reference to my favourite colour at Induction Day at Amnesty yesterday)... They see me almost immediately, reacting surprised, the girl gesturing with some embarrassment that my room is upstairs, as I also try and save the situation, like I don’t want to interrupt I only need to know where I’m sleeping and I’ll be as quick as gone. In the next room, where I expect to find Chris, there is again movement under the blanket, and multiple heads stick out surprised, with at least three couples all surprised to see me.

Upstairs in the dark, spacious attic like a small community hall with hard wooden floor, there are lots of people who are familiar to me as the friends me and Luke used to hang with when we were all younger, and starting with Luke, I give them all big powerful hugs, crushing them close for a brief passionate hug in the excitement, although physically they all resemble closer the dark long-haired, Latino faces of More’s friends we used to hang with in Cusco, or in Plaza Dorego in Buenos Aires, and I suppose thusly, a gringo, a friend of a friend, I’m more excited to see them again as they are of me. They’re all coming to visit at the same time, and next I remember that a band, modelled physically on the consummate rock star faces of The Church (in mid-December 2010 they played at my last shift working at Notes), singing 90's grunge music, the singer almost resembling a thinner version of old Peter Fonda (from the Californication episode a few days back on late Sunday night), playing a low-strapped electric Stratocaster, in the middle of the room without needing to set up.

At the drinks table, a guy who is in his late 30’s, a musician type, recognises me as the guest of honour, asks me to crack his back, and I don’t need too much instruction before I hold him firmly with my left hand on his shoulder and with my other hand cupped inside his left shoulder blade push it forward with a sinewy pop that seems to relieve him. He then tests out how much looser his shoulder feels, softly but still quite rigidly assuming a drummer’s stance and playing a simple beat on the air. There’s another veteran of the rock scene, tall and strong and a bald head, dressed sharp and all black, and, in the obliged manner as if the gig and their being present were contractual, he pours me a drink as if for a competition winner. He and the drummer talk about how tough musicians have it, continuing without irony even as I tell them that they’re lucky, they get to make a living out of playing music.

*

In another scene, I am downstairs, outside in a small narrow courtyard on the side of the house, and one of the girls across from me talks about how they have this thing they do, and I realise that there’s a guy that has already scaled the two tiers of sloping tiled rooves.

He is standing on the edge of the roof, if only for the rush of adrenaline, when he suddenly snaps backward violently as if slipping, and very quickly slides on his back down the first tier of slick, concave terracotta tiles, bouncing down onto the second shorter tier, when we all stand, reacting to break his mortal fall, but without significant resistance caused by any one of us, he somehow slows, turning on the lip of the roof and, cart wheeling smoothly in the air, lands gracefully on his feet.


In a subsequent scene, I move naturally through the liquid surface of a horizontal, rectangular mirror set at eye-level on the wall, coming out again in the darkened back of what resembles a garage and move to the front, with the big barn-like door open and strong sunlight coming in through the gaps in the roof as if it were made up of long sticks bound together, or lots of big holes in the jungle leaf roofing.

I notice a strange looking child next to my leg, who seems to be alone (perhaps like the toddler in the stroller alone outside the general store along Glebe Point Road yesterday, staring expressionlessly down the street) and I stoop to it, perhaps to ask where her mother is. The ugly, fat baby, standing up wobbling with arms outstretched, not physically older than 2 years old, talks to me, although in a squeaky voice, perfectly, like talking to a much older kid. Loose, pock-marked skin, becomes mice ears the next time I look (like my pet rat when I was in my teens who developed a tumour and lost all of its hair)...

Holding it in my hands, I put it down to let it free as an over-grown bald and wrinkly mouse, that resembles the skin and deformation of a person with an ageing disorder. I think about it again (perhaps based on my background thinking lately to more regularly question to the logic of what I’m experiencing, and exercise my memory like whether I can remember the steps that lead me to my present location) and suddenly realise that I must be in a dream, immediately holding my nose and when I feel the contradictory wind through my nostrils, I say out loud that I’m dreaming to Simon Patterson who has been with me for sometime now, who I know will be interested in this realisation and follow me in exploring its implications.


Lucid dreaming, I suppress the thought that I might wake up if I get too excited, as well as the thought to write down this breakthrough and document what is happening subsequently (as if learning from the previous attempt – with the differently coloured humus – where I immediately began writing in the excitement, a reaction that I explained to Symo and Ken on last Friday night as being stupid, saying that ‘I totally missed the point’), and have no trouble focusing on trying to change the scene with my mind, focusing specifically on the mirror which we have been passing through. I see the people in the courtyard on the other side, but now the conceit doesn’t function, and the mirror changes from a realistic inanimate object into never existing in the first place, an empty black frame built into the wall. I had assumed that my sub-conscious was still active, and it seems from this evidence that my awakening of conscious awareness in the dream has limited the fanciful potential of my imagination.

I'm on a bus on my way to meet someone, a girl I’m hot for, to go to a concert. The bus is empty but for a small group of young women, excitedly chatting and tipsy from pre-drinks, and a nice, cute blonde girl takes an interest in me, and while I seem to succeed, from my point of view, in impressing her, as if the concert that I’m going to reflects well on me, while feigning indifference, looking towards the front of the bus to see where we are, narrow, modern CBD of a small European city, when a voice comes softly from towards the driver, last stop.

I step out as soon as the back doors open almost without saying goodbye properly, a brief wave.

I can’t find my friend where I’m supposed to wait, or perhaps realise that I should’ve invited the fun, pretty girl on the bus to come with us. I hurry into the train station to try and catch up to her, having mentioned that she and her friends were going to another music festival. I manage to get far into the station, white tiles like the Parisian station in the DVD I watch directly before sleep “Round Midnight”, without encountering a ticket turnstile, searching for faces, a normal weekend train station scene. I come to a railing looking down onto two platforms below, an inbound train pushing through at a resisted speed, all but submerged in sea water, the roof sliding under just before passing into the tunnel mouth under me, a train arriving on the parallel track from the opposite direction, the water churning confusedly, the commuters coming up the stairs normally to the side of me.

2/12/2010

19.02.2011

Cash drop hour!! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was attending a class of something. It was probably a class about ESP or some sort of psychic stuff that I already archive and use on a daily basis, I cannot remember well.
The teacher was pretty eccentric and I was feeling bothered because the teacher was trying to teach me something she was well aware I already archived.

We went to some sort of beach with the entire class. The teacher told me how to do some kind of energy work, but I told her I knew well about it. While we were waiting for other students, a red parrot flew by me and turned into a dark red pigeon. It stopped by me and the teacher stared in amazement. I started to pet the pigeon and it started to purr like a cat. I was surprised of such situation and looked at the animal. It was a cat, a beautiful red skinned cat. It almost glowed. The cat was asking for love and purring very intensely.

Suddenly, I waked to a kiosk with a stage. A sat in the stage with a few random psychics that I do not know in waking life. One psychic told me to create a PSI Ball and throw it to one guy or gal in the public. I did. My PSI ball hitted a guy who woke abruptly from his chair and grabbed a can of coke. He drank the whole can in one gulp and died. I was surprised of what happened. Another psychic threw a PSI Ball to other gal in the crowd. She stood up and grabbed a can of Red Bull. She drank it in one gulp and died as well.

A third member of the crowd got hit by another PSI Ball, but before she could grab a can of a soda, I threw a bottle of water. She drank from it and did not die. I told the other psychics that sodas were not good. From here, we did some sort of manifestation against soft-drinks distributors.

I walked to my neighborhood and I saw a few DC (both adults and kids) picking up cash and stuff from the floor. I saw a small banner that said, "Cash drop hour. Next event at 2:45 PM" I figured that some rich people arrived to throw free money. I went upstairs, home, where I met with a random DC. We were watching some TV when she realized that more people was dropping cash. I ran and exited my building. I grabbed a $1,000 bill before it scape, but it had a white face, so it was fake. I focused on picking up as much cash as I could from the ground. However, I arrived late. I realized that at least I could pick up some cash. I had a few $10 bills and two $500 bills. I was happy because I could pay of some credit cards I have some balance left. I also had some credit vouchers from restaurants and some Magic the Gathering cards. I ran home and when I arrived to show the DC all I gathered, I had none. Both the DC and I ran downstairs and exited our home. We saw some people picking up stuff from the floor. The next cash drop event was going to take place in a street, but my friend did not want to go.

Suddenly, the dream rewinded itself to the beach. I realized I just been there, so I turned lucid. My level of lucidity was very low and I had little control over the dream and the plot guided me. I recalled the Cash drop hour and I wanted to be there first, so I decided to teleport there.

I arrived at my street and I saw a TV where they announced that several people was dying fast. I saw it was the kiosk where I was with those psychics. I felt sorry for them as I knew the solution, but I wanted to be there first so I could take some cash to the waking world.

I saw a few kids with a big stack of Magic the Gathering cards. One of them told me, "I got his amazing card. It is some awesome! I might throw it at the cash drop even to make it more interesting!" I asked the kid to show me the card. I replied, "It is just Liliana Vess. She is a nice planeswalker, but I got a few of those... she is work about $10... nothing to freak out" The kid showed me some useless cards and some other good, but not big dollar cards.

I wondered when the cash drop was going to start. I was not sure how long the dream was going to last and I wanted some cash. I asked to myself if I really could take any cash at all.

It was sunny and I wanted to do something, so I decided to draw a portal with my fingers like I did in the past, with no success... I did not focus really into the task as I wanted to wait for the cash drop thingy. I snapped my fingers twice in order to summon Dreamer, but I neither put a lot of effort, so it failed. I had no control on this dream and I was neither thinking straight. While I waited for the event to happen, I woke up.

In my dream I was reading my literature book which is in fact the childhood memories of the author. When I read in dreams I just get into the book and become the narrator.
I was young - maybe 10 or 11 years old. I was with my cousin and we were both holding babies which were our smaller brother and sister [don't remember the sex]. My cousin wanted to go upstairs... Upstairs meant to climb up a never ending wooden stairs which were old and used. It was very risky specially with the babies. But we were young so we went anyway.
As I was the reader I somehow apprehend what was going to happen:
So after much time we arrived at the top. It was really high and there wasn't much space for us four.
Then I don't know how but I wasn't the narrator anymore but I was still trapped in the book, story. I was downstairs and I could see the author and his cousin high up...
And the baby brother fell.
It crushed his head on the floor and I couldn't do anything because I wasn't there materially. There was blood.
Then I came back into the narrator's body. So I went downstairs hoping that the baby was still alive.
But he was dead.
Then my mum came and she scolded me. But I felt nothing. Even when everyone began to mourn and cry. Because I knew it wasn't me, it was the story. It was the narrator, not me. I was only reading...

I'm walking down a street in my neighborhood. I see a friend of mine. We talk and we go walking down to the park by my old elementry school. I see two girls who are friends with her but hate me. They are both taller than normal and wearing floral dresses. I get scared but i know i have every right to walk around my home without being bugged. The first is rude to me and I ignore her. The other girl keep making remarks so I use combacks until she backs off.
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I hear crashing noises. My phone goes off and I check it. The time says 11:30. i don't think to check it again to see if it changes. My dad says i need to get up and that someone is coming to pick up my friend

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This took place a few years ago maybe 2006.

Background: I am white and American and have had black friends but that's about it.

My dream had me as a young man about 21 walking on a typical street with my guy friends. I knew I was black and I could see my hands and also felt this was a dream. I knew my friends and all their peculiar aspects that make people different. I felt the freedom of dreaming and knowing it and being white and yet never being able to shout the word I did so now, "Yo nigga! Nigga nigga nigga!" My friends looked at me like I was really stupid like "whats your damage?" That was not what I expected, as a white person you come to fear that word lest you start a fight or be branded a racist. My friends continued walking down the street more discussing some crazy things this guy did. I was looking around at street lamps and random stuff so I could see the world through a black mans eyes, of course there was no difference. Then I started to float above my friends and looked down at them as one of them was getting all animated telling this story.
Then I was in a nice house, I was the same person and felt the same. My coat was no longer on and I was wearing a childish looking striped shirt and I was in a bedroom, my bedroom. I recognized it and yet knew I had never seen it before. I walked out of the room to look around. In the hallway a my sister [never seen this girl before and yes she was a black attractive girl maybe in her mid teens] came out of a room and started yelling stuff at me, she was really angry. I had never seen this girl before so I just stood there thinking of how strange this was getting. She stopped and waited for me to say something but before I could my mom walked in [yes another person I never have laid eyes on], "What is going on in here?" My sister yelled a lot that I was doing something to upset her. I was starting to identify with my new self and didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to say the wrong thing and make things worse. This was getting intense and I could feel my dad [he was a quiet guy but large, the strong silent type but the mom ran the show, and yes he is unknown to me, as a white man anyways.] My sister on a rampage yelled "BUT MOM???" I felt I had to get out of there and the dream, or whatever it was, faded. I woke up happy to be out of there but glad I had a new appreciation for the Afro-American experience.