24th January 2021 Fragment: (at the end of a long segment about family) Uncle M mentions "Bucaccus"; it is apparently some kind of organ, gland or hormone? He apparently had many issues with it when he was my age and suggested I get it looked at. I remember previously in the dream I had been having some kind of tantrum, throwing things. I apologised to my uncle and someone else there, an old woman? Fragment: Waiting for a train in a subway station. I'm wearing one of those new and modern drawing gloves on my right hand. I'm writing some kind of story on the palm of that glove on my right hand. I don't make notice of the fact that I was using my left hand to do so. The train eventually arrives and I get in; then when I get out somewhere else, I find that my little story has rubbed off completely and is gone and I try to remember what I had written. Fragment: Looking at some profiles on an art site. One of these profiles has thirteen thousand people who are basically subscribed to it. Part of the page seems odd and the dominant layout colour is incorrect to what it should be in waking life, it's a deep blue in the dream. As I scroll down I find extra sections, like multiple featured text posts with commenting areas of their own. There's also some section labelled "high-profile banned/blacklisted users". I look through this section, which only has a dozen of usernames, and find that some usernames start similar to mine but mine isn't on the list, I feel some sort of relief? This person's profile has a lot of issues with spamming? Fragment: I'm in my old home, my room. I'm visiting. I am upset for some reason? And then there's some kind of hybrid species woman; she's part octopus and she's sad for some reason. Her mom is here too and has the same features, but her mom has a blue tinge and she has a pink-ish tinge. In any case, I try to comfort her, but she is resistant to any comfort I try to offer. I remember at one point we touch one another a bit, half sensually, half not, like a strange dance? I am curious about the tentacles and she lets me touch them. This implies some trust on her part, I feel. The suckers nip on my skin but much less harshly than I expected; I feel that she has control over this and has made it so as to not hurt me. Her mother says something about how she could just cut off her tentacles if she's that sad (comes across as half-serious/half-sarcastic) and that they'll grow back. Her mother warns her however, that it will take months to regrow them and that during sleep she'll be waking up to what feels like every five minutes and bleeding or something. I tell her that she should do no such thing. I feel the mother's suggestion was too serious and that it would cause so much more damage than good. Notes: - The last fragment feels strangely ironic considering how I am feeling right now about something. - The tentacles had ends that were more squid-like than octopus-like, come to think of it. - I think it's been a while now since I dreamt of any subways or trains. It had also been a while since I dreamt about a website, specifically an art one.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening (...) An incredible coincidence happens in Riverstone's life, which makes him aware of a mistake he was about to make and puts him on a path that is extremely favourable to him. He makes a comment like he is thankful for the path correction but wondering how many sentient beings will suffer in consequence. I don't understand wht he means and he explains his view that karma balance is in pyramidal hierarchy. The more merits you accumulate the better karma you have but the universe has to balance it by distributing equal ammount of bad karma to those with no merits. "I find that hard to accept. Is karma like entrophy? So what happens when you accumulate endless merits and you tend towards budhahood? The rest of the world plunges into darkness, so you can get enlightened. And then what? Big bang happens?" He just points out that I should see how the beings who are close to enlightnement, magically don't need to worry anymore about providing for themselves, there's always people attending to their needs and that gives them more freedom to meditate and pursue liberation, like in a positive feedback loop.(...) (...) A lost man appears at my front door, asking for a place to spend the night. I let him in, he seems harmless. But later on I think he kidnaps me, because there's a gap in my memory and I end up at some place where they seem to be making experiments with humans andhibridation with something else. I watch a baby being born and starting to talk soon after and growing up in one day the equivalent to at least 5 years. I wake up and start writing down this dream, just to realize I'm still dreaming. Next thing I am trying to escape this place, it's a complex labyrinthic building. They don't lock me up, they just keep me in some living area where others like me are kept to do a seemingly normal life until whatever. I find Zilla and some other girl I know among them. I tell them I found a small hatch under some stairs in a discrete place where few people go and invite them to try to escape with me through there. They accept to take a peak. I go inside and find a tunnel that opens up like a funnel and seems like a promising getaway route. But when it's their turn, someone else passes by and they just run away. I decide to go alone and see where it leads. I find myself in a different area, where other people are confined, most of them of african descent. I am welcomed by a group of Angolans and one big lady shows surprise when I tell her my name. She says she has a notebook, where she rights down information she gets in her dreams and that recently she dreamt of a girl with my name. I get half lucid, not entirely aware I'm dreaming, but very much focused and I can clearly read from her notebook and even when I look at different times, the information on it does not change. She shows me the page and it adds up. She wrote my name, my approx. weight in kgs (60), my height in feet (5.4) - and I just had to check online how much that is in meters, cause I use metric system - my day and month of birth and... the date of my death! I was shocked, because it is 14 June 2014. I turn to her "That's just a little more than a couple of months away! It can't be!". She says " I don't make the rules, I just get the information". "So, I do I die?". And she touches me and I have a vision of an accident, some heavy metal piece falling from a scaffold over my head. There is only one thing that does not add up, the year of birth: she wrote 1964 and that is more than 15 years before I was born. I tell her that maybe it's not me, but someone else with my name and older than me. She says, her visions are not always 100% spot on and some numbers might get confused, but if every other number is right, there's good chance it is me. So, obviously, I'll avoid any construction site and scaffolds around that day!
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We are sitting in a living room of sorts. I catch what I believe is a large bee or bug. Upon further inspection I see that it is a kitten-like creature with tiny wings.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening (...) I find myself in some sort of complex lab. There's a strange room with strange chubby white babies on a nursery and a large aquarium. There's a kind of white organic tower on one side of the aquarium, with round openings under water and an opening to the outside of the aquarium. The babies in the nursery go inside this tube and enter the aquarium through the holes. The water is not normal fresh water, but a warm and dense fluid, and the babies can stay there apparently without breathing for a long time. Something happens and I end up inside the aquarium. I hold my breath for a while but when I can't hold it any longer I realize I can also "breath" the fluid, although it feels claustrophobic and I want to get out as soon as possible. I notice another white tower with more openings on it, but this one has some kind of nests inside, on top of each other, and inside the nests I find what seem to be tiny carcasses of dinossaurs. I find a hatch (I couldn't fit in the openings that the babies use) and I get out of there. I am wandering trhough this complex building, through corridors and stairways. I see nobody but I hear strange and creepy sounds. Then I bump into a very scared man and he says the dinosaurs have escaped and are hunting down the humans. I can hardly imagine a full sized dinosaur running through the narrow hallways, but then I do see a human sized raptor, coming in our direction. We run and we go different directions. The raptor goes after me and I feel very close to dying when he is just inches of grabbing me with his claws. A door opens and I am pulled into a room. The door is locked behind me and I find myself among a group of good looking young males and females. I ask them about what is going on and at first they don't really want to explain anything at all, but as I go along with them on the chase of the saurians, I become aware that they are not really humans. They are also "dinosaurs". They are some sort of hybrids who were born and raised on this complex. They look human but they can turn into the dinosaur form if they wish so. Most of their kind is heartless and preys on humans, but some of them feel more human than saurians and have the instinct to protect us. There was some kind of trouble in this complex and they got loose. While some starting killing all the humans, others organized to save the humans and stop the other saurians from getting to the outside world. But they were playing a "double-agent" role so they could approach the mean saurians without raising suspicion over their intentions. They come accross one of the evil saurians, who is in a human form, but clearly looks different, more like a vampire - very pale, reddish eyes, big canines - and he seems to be a leader figure, so they try to behave like they are under his orders, so they can infiltrate the command and do some damage. But there's a problem. He can smell me. I try to play cool, try to pretend I'm just one of them, but he can sense there's a human among them and that blows the whole thing up, because he immediately realizes they are traitors and protecting a human among them. They tell me to run away. He transforms into a dino and there's a bloody battle of saurians inside that room. (...)
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