non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP At some building in a library and with Swedish guys. There is an earthquake and some aftershocks. Not strong, but very long lasting, so the building opens some bad cracks in the basement. I am about to warn others when another shake hits. I see many cracks forming around the main staircase and central hallway. People seem to be taking cover precisely where it is more dangerous. I head to a lateral exit that leads to a garage and seems safer to me. There, I am met by a man I know and I think he is going to be helpful and point out some escape route, but instead he gropes me. I am wearing a skirt and he almost removes my panties. I feel disgusted and run away. Next outside there is an entrance to some fair, and it doesn't seem affected by the quake. They are offering merch at the entrance and I go in. Find a conference about sustainability and going forward, but all I hear is bullshit about how capitalism will save the world. They have some time for the audience to talk, but there is no mic, we just talk and our voice is somehow amplified. So I make a comment when there is a moment of silence after two ultra-liberal freaks and point out the opposite of what they have been saying. Some couple sitting to my side seems to hate me for that, so they start being assholes to me. First they steal my bag with the merch we were handed out at the entrance and give it away to one of their two daughters, making ridiculous comments just to stress out they are worthy and I am not. Then the woman makes a stupid comment about my shoes and then steal my seat when I get up for some reason. So I seat on top of them and start acting like them. They make a scene and I have to leave but they are also thrown out, while claiming I am the one harassing them. At some food court outside, I rescue a puppy that seems to be by itself. I put a kind of leash on him but have to carry him because he can't stand still, maybe confused or scared. Along the way ahead, I encounter a human sized owl who tries to eat him and we fight. I wonder how I'll take the puppy home since I am abroad and also how's it gonna be, as he surely will grow bigger than my dog Hachi and I have no more space for dogs. On board of a boat, vintage style, clearly from a past era. But there is a covid warning sign on the deck, people are not allowed gathering there, must stay confined. I am wearing a bikini and I have green hair. Also, I am looking for my teacher on board and I break the confinement and check the deck and everywhere. At the town of Vila Franca, there is a war going on between Americans and Russians for some reason. It also looks from a distant past, besides being misplaced. There are crowds in the streets, trapped between troops and tanks coming from opposite sides. People head to the union building and start crushing each other on their way in. I am with a couple other people and I spot an old lady escaping through a tiny opening between two buildings and I takes us there to find a very narrow street leading to a more quiet area in the back of the buildings. Unfortunately on the other side where we exit, 3 boys with sniper aspirations, are shooting at us. We find some dead soldiers with grenades and riffles and we use them. We don't kill the boys, just shoot in their direction to get a chance to escape.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP I'm in Belarus, I meet a family of 4 American tourists who are downgrading Europe. I step in and tell them about an average life of an European, to try to convince them they are wrong. I am not convincing the father, so then I turn to the daughter who seems a bit more open to it. Then some lunatic appears out of nowhere with a knife and stabs the man several times. No one else wants to come close and stop the killer. I pick up different things to use as a weapon and I approach him. I hit him in the head with something heavy and knock him down. Meanwhile I spot a big tornado in the horizon. I look around for places to take cover and see an entrance to an underground market. Unfortunately it is not very safe place, because it is basically an open patio excavated on the ground. Still, it is safer than the surface, so I drag the Americans down there with me. We try to find places to shelter and hang on to. I see a storage room that is made of concrete with a metal door and I slam it open and get inside.
Aug 30 2018 Long NL, the first thing I remember is walking up a staircase or ladder and entering a dark basement. It is finished and in some memories it extends lengthwise to my left and right with no windows, but in others it's small and box-shaped, closing in all around with a window in front of me under an eave. In both memories, there are cardboard boxes all around, and right in front of me there is a broken light bulb. I'm yelling downstairs to someone that the bulb is broken (I remember there are two lit floors below me). It felt like several others were in the house with me. Short NL when I fell back asleep after dismissing my alarm in the morning. I'm at a table in France. I'm a spectator, possibly without physical manifestation or presence. To the left is an american couple, to the right a french couple from another region of france. Both are travelling to this region and sampling some food. The backdrop is empty whiteness. The americans are making fools of themselves, and the french are snooty about it. I remember being both of them, and cutting open some toasted bread. There was also red sauce involved somehow (were these meatball subs?), and the dream ended with the frenchman laughing.
WILD attempt At 11:30ish pm I put my headphones in with pink noise for 15 minutes. I woke up with 4 minutes left of this so this lasted 11 minutes. I walked out of my house (it was nothing like my current house but instead looked rather typically American style with lovely white wooden features, quite large and pretty.) wearing jeans and thought to myself, 'What can I do?' As I thought this I almost instantly became invisible. My first thought was 'wow! This is cool!' but then as soon as I began walking down the street (by this point I was completely sure I was in America. It looked like most average American streets in late summer/early autumn time before the leaves have started to fall with wide paths on either side of the road with lots of grass) I realized that it kinda sucked because no one knew where you were and when you were on your own that wasn't fun. After this revelation I went to my boyfriend's house and climbed up to his room and through his window. "Hey! It's me, Katie! I'm invisible!" I smiled, standing by his window. "No way!" He exclaimed, climbing off of his bed and trying to look for me. "That is pretty amazing." "I know right?! Want to go play tricks on people?" I grinned, leaning against the architrave around his window. "Hell yeah!" He pulled on his coat and we both set off, finding ourself at, surprise surprise, a stereotypical American high school! When we got there I found a bucket of water in my hands and started throwing this water at people, putting the bucket down over my head (so it hid my face) and starting to spin it to confuse people. As I did this someone threw bright blue paint at me, creating a slightly human shape out of the paint in mid air. After this I dropped the bucket and ran with my boyfriend, finding ourselves in a tiny railinged-off little garden/park spot, that was surrounded by building on three sides (each building a different age and architectural style). We started to laugh together.
Fragment I came through the door of boxing club and said hello to everyone. I walked past a guy who was sitting near the door and said hello. He looked like a new guy, he was light-skinned, had short hair and sounded American. This is a dream sign but I didn't want to be mean and so carried on like I usually would and asked him questions to make him feel at home.
A few of my friends and I were in a food restaurant which looked like a strange mix between an American Diner, where me and my friends hang out in real life, and McDonald's. It had an American style to it but the size and shape of the restaurant was like that of McDonald's. It was also really crowded. There were a lot of bar-stools at the front, near the cashier. I had decided to get some food rather than go to work. As one of my friends was paying, I remembered that I didn't have any cash on me and that they didn't accept card payments. This is true of the American Diner in real life.
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