non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP I am going to some fancy school and some day there is a concert there. The singer who was invited can't perform, so a couple people are pushed onto the stage to improvise and I am one of them. I sing a little bit and I feel like I killed it, but no one applauds. Then follows a guy who just can't sing at all, but all his friends cheer him up. This event is recorded and later broadcasted, but the video was edited to cut me off while this guy is still in it. I feel extremely upset that they cut me out, because this could have been my chance to be heard by many and I feel that I am surely hated by those who did this. Then the school director calls me to her office and says that I'll be expelled, because I said I didn't like being hugged by random people and she contacted my psychologist who confirmed my aversion to being touched. I am appalled and tell her that makes no sense at all and they should respect my boundaries, not attack me over it. It seems everyone in school just wants to get rid of me, no matter what. I am a good looking, rich and spoiled girl, but hated by all. I live in a giant family mansion and have my own quarters in the attic. I like to mistreat the servants. I have my own cinema in the basement. My family is in the movies industry and I feel pissed that they don't make me a star. Some guests come over for some preview and I decide to make a scene, by walking around the house in just lingerie and an open silk robe. Some guy becomes crazy obsessed with me. But I don't really care and I ignore all his attempts to approach me. But later, one day I am feeling horny and have no one else, so I invite him over to my attic. Someone knocks on the door but instead of him some guy claiming that his loving wife died in this house. That she was a servant there and somehow got electrocuted. But most weird is he claims her was never retrieved because she fell into some tank and her body got stuck into some plumbing. He asks me to please help him empty the tank and flush the pipes, but that would cause some kind of flooding with seward water in the garden. At first my reaction is to shut the door in his face. But then I feel compelled to help, mostly because I love the idea of causing a mayhem with seward on the garden. I do it and there is water flooding all around the house. It is so much and so fast that I end up having to rescue the family dogs from drowning in it, as they unexpectedly run outside when it starts. I guess the guy retrieved his wife boy, because he is very thankful and then invites me for something he wants to show me. We join some of his friends and they take me to what appears to be an abandoned house. They touch a specific piece of carved wood on the door and the whole house exterior walls move like parts of a Rubik's cube and rearrange. A new type of door appears and opens up. Inside there is a large open room which looks like a museum, with ancient artifacts protected under glass displays. Then I hear a voice welcoming us. It is an alien, like a grey but human sized and slightly more human looking eyes. He wears long robes. He mentions some dagger, but before I even take a better look at it, he is already calling my attention to a giant book. The book levitates through the air and lands on my hands. He says it tells the story that explains it all. And the story is that Isaiah met an alien, who looked like this grey alien but had hair and some crown like thing like a cubic hat with jewels incrusted in the front, that was an actual part of her skull. And they had a son who looked like this alien without the crown thing and might actually be him. And he wrote this book, which has 14 volumes which are spread throughout the world, containing all the secrets of the universe. After we leave, I go on a lifelong journey with these guys, living a simple life, walking, hiking, living like nomads, in a mission to find the other books.
Meeting I'm at a meeting, I'm sitting at a long table with many roughly middle aged people talking. A man say something in a pretty normal, unemphatic voice and a translator starts saying the same in a weird language. Apparently emotional facial expressions convey meaning in the language, since she is shifting from a happy face to an angry one and everything in between. The man say something again, just as unemphatically, and the translator start yelling in an angry way, spouting out syllables and bangs her head on the table. She finishes the sentence going trough grief to a disgust. Someone asks if I mind being there, not knowing anything about what is going on and I say I don't mind. Apparently I'm just representing some organization so that both have the same amount of representatives. The person talking to me is the cook and he says the food is going to be late because of some problem with equipment. There is cheese frying in the kitchen. I offer him some advice and then get up to help him with the food. Industrial Forestry Something happened before this, I don't remember what, and then I'm walking with someone on a road next to a forest. There is a complex of buildings around us, it's a university campus, perhaps. We notice that some of the trees in the forest next to the road have been cut. A bit further there is a huge industrial machine cutting away all the trees from a patch. It cuts a whole row at once and tows them all in to a container. I say I didn't think they would be this far. I was planning to show the forest to the person I'm walking with, before it's cut. Game I'm in a computer game. The game is really easy and I'm at the end, but there is a final boss who seem pretty big and strong. It's a rpg type game and I spend some time tinkering to get to an optimal position for the match. Moldy bread I'm making bread. There are five pieces left and I use four of them. I notice that the last one is moldy. I throw it away and ponder whether I can eat the other ones. I don't have anything else to eat at home.
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