Tuesday, 8 February 2011

Sleep graph from that night
3.01am
          I am riding a bike down the road, through some village. I am starting to recognise that place, but cannot remember exactly where it is. It just feels familiar, as if I knew the place. I am riding, without peddling, as the slope is fairly steep. It must be spring time as there are patches of snow every now and then and all feels really wet, even the road. I look briefly around and see just a few houses scattered around. Then I notice that the road is turning sharply right soon and after a few serpentines it goes up the hill again. Now I realise I am wearing a mask. The one that has been used in the movie "Scream". I am also dressed up in a long, black, loose robe. For a second, I get worried that it may get to the wheels of my bike. However, this thought is quickly disturbed by another person on a bike that I am overtaking. I just balance and he (I feel it is a man), and nod as a "hi" (interestingly not realising how absurd a perhaps scary would that be). But as I look at him, I see he is wearing exactly the same costume as I have, only the face mask is much bigger. He nods at me. I notice the smile on the mask, thinking, how appropriate.

       I go through the right turn, hearing and feeling the road metal under my wheels. I feel like I am rushing somewhere, but I don't know where. Here I notice another biker in front of me. He is quite far, but as I am getting close I can see more details. I am in awe!! The mask is so cool I am thinking to myself. It is mostly gray, plush whole body costume, with some pink parts, which meaning I don't really understand. That is about to change. As I get just a few meters away,
I recognise it is some kind of bizarre mixture of Eeyore and Piglet characters from Winnie the pooh! The whole body part is more like Eeyore and on the top of the head, there is a small Piglet one, as if sitting on Eeyore's head! I am totally amazed by this mask!!

      Then suddenly someone on a bike passes by really fast, and I feel anxiety a bit, as I know that there is another sharp turn soon. The person reaches the turn and flies off the road. There is a big house, looking like a watermill. (I assume so as there is a river flowing right behind the house). Nevertheless, that biker flies right into the river, just where a huge water whirl-pool is raging. He is going to drown, I am thinking to myself. I am thinking we have to rescue him somehow, otherwise he is going to die, for sure. Then suddenly a huge rod with a hook at the end comes out of nowhere, pulling the man out of the water. There are some people around, clapping, humming that if I didn't call help, he would have drawn. I am confused, as I cannot remember calling anyone. It all happened so quickly.


The next dream: 4am
      I am standing in front of a jungle. (I assume so, because of the kind of trees it is made of, not like in usual forest). I walk in. It seems that it is just a thin ring of trees, shielding a glade, from being seen from outside. I see a plane wrack, or something that at least looks like it. It looks like silhouettes of a plane, covered by moss and little trees, that must have been growing over for quite a while. I walk around, having the wrack by my right hand side. It is very peaceful there, just what you would expect from a place like this. Occasional sounds of birds and animals, echoing in the embracing silence. Then I go close. I climb up, on the top of it. Here, a man appears. Strangely, I am not surprised. As if I was expecting it. This man walks me around, showing me the place. He talks all the time, but I cannot understand (or don’t remember) what he is saying. We walk to the end of the right wing. It is all a bit slippery.

      There is another man standing, waiting for us. It must be captain of the plane (!!!!). We start to chat, in a very friendly tone. He is telling me loads of things about the plane, the surrounding, as if he was a tour guide. Then he stops. He is looking at me, as if he expects me to answer to something he said. I look at him. He keeps gazing at me, so I start looking around for a clue, what could have he asked me about. I notice little windows on a side of the plane, through which I can see as if half naked women. But nothing specific, just some silhouettes or so. I look back at him. Hi nods and says… “yes”. Then he says they film porn in here. I keep looking at him. He starts laughing and asks me whether I want to see. (at this point I am falling asleep again, and my words become totally random ((damn!! :-D)))


The next dream:4:15am
      Mk and I are in some camp or a cottage village or so. It looks like the spring village from the other day's dream, but this time we are on the top of the village, on the top of the hill. We are walking and chatting. It feels like we are going to explore the place. Then a group of people approach us. They are all young. It seems like they are on some school trip. They ask us if we want to go with them for a party, where they are going. Mk and I look at each other, make that kind of face saying “why not”, and we agree to go.

      However, Mk says he needs to change his jacket. So we cycle home quickly. (I am not sure where we got the bikes, as we were walking initially, but hey, it’s a dream right?). Our house is somewhere in the middle of the ‘slope’ village. It is an old, cold house. It seems like my grand mum’s house I think for a moment. Then, Mk says he needs to “take a dump” (literally). I wait outside. I can hear him shouting something and laughing. 'Bloody hell', I am thinking to myself and laughing too. Then he walks out (from (as I now realise) a disproportionally small house) and says it stank so bad, that his head started to hurt! Well, I am laughing at it, obviously. :-D

      We are on our way to the party. It's quite a walk up the hill. I think it must take us some fifteen minutes. The road curves up the hill, but we are taking shortcuts that cut right through, straight up.
When we get to the party, there are many people. We have to tell the security a code, which is “chicken fricassee” (!!!). Apparently, this is what is cooked as a main course there. The party is kind of boring, or old fashioned. It is in a huge village hall house. People are walking in one big circle to a rhythm of the music being played. We just stand there and watch it. Occasionally, we chat shortly with some random people. Then I wake up….

Saturday, 5 February 2011

My 2nd Lucid dream - homeless man in my grand mum's house


Sleep graph from that night

     I am flying home to Czech Rep. I remember my way through the airport. I was very confused about the organization of the airport. It wasn't very busy, but I had to walk for long and through a complex labyrinth of rooms. I fly home to visit my grandmother. There is my friend Ivan sitting next to me. We chat a little, but I cannot really understand what about. 
         Next, I am in my grandmother's house kitchen. I can clearly see the room with all the details. It's a good size room, all toned to a light green color. I am sitting by the table on a funny, wobbly chair with a thin cushion. I sit towards the living-room, with the white and blue ceramic clock behind me. I see my hands (!!!!!) holding a cup of tea. The tea is so clear, it must be an earl gray (my grand mum uses water from a well. Anything the water is used for taste amazing). I see the cup in incredible details. It is a small, wide, white, ceramic cup with a line of little green leafs around. It is worn off a bit over the years of using. I can feel the warmth of the cup in my hands. I  think I am there on my own.
              Suddenly, I hear someone knocking on one of the windows by my right hand. It surprises me, because the kitchen is on the first floor. So I look there.There is a homeless man (I assume that from the way he looks). It is not a winter time, but I can feel that it is pretty cold and miserable weather outside. I stand up and open the window, but not the one right in front of him, just one or two aside. I see he is hanging on the parapet of the window. The homeless starts telling me a story.He is saying the usual story,how difficult his life is... I look at him but I don't really listen. (I saw a homeless man begging in the underground the previous day, but I was listening to some music, so I didn't hear what he said. It might be somehow reflected in this dream). As he hangs,he moves towards me. I can see his dirty hands with long and dirty nails. He is missing many teeth and the ones he has left are pretty randomly scattered in the mouth. I notice one massive tooth in the middle of his jaw. It takes quite a lot of space inside his mouth. I am surprised by this and think for a moment how that happened. (I think I was becoming lucid at this point). I am also thinking to myself, "come on spill out the story and tell me how much money you need". (this is certainly connected to the homeless guy in the underground the previous day. Even though I couldn't hear, I saw him carefully counting some coins in his hand and saying something. I thought to myself, he is probably saying how much money he is missing for hostel or something). Nevertheless, I am still wondering how could he hand or stand there.(I think I woke up at this point,and realized it was just a dream.Then I fell asleep with the intention of continuing in the dream lucidly).
        I am in my grand mum's kitchen again. I look at the homeless still hanging there. I think for a moment, and then I tell him to climb in and to tell me his life story. He starts telling me the usual story. (I don't remember details of the conversation, but I was being pretty tough).
 I keep asking him very direct questions about his situation, breaking through his excuses to show him that the causes of his problems is no effort to change them, that he is just feeling sorry for himself. In his story, he describes that he was held by Japanese soldiers(:-D) who wanted to pull out the big tooth. He is saying that he cannot learn anything. I am getting annoyed quite a bit. I look him straight in the eye and tell him. "Look, I am not going to give you any money, but I will give you the opportunity to make them". At the back of my mind I am hoping that no one will come in, as that would be quite difficult to explain what does homeless man doing in the house. Then suddenly someone is knocking on the window again. I look there and I see Ivan with his friend 'Filak, Fifka Fiala'. They ask me whether I go out with them, or if I go running. So I show them the homeless man. They say ok, with understanding. (what do they understand to??). I ask them if they want to go running with me as I am going between 3-4pm. The homeless man says "I fuck it", I look at him, thinking that he probably assumed he was invited too. 
          Then my grand mum comes in. So I start explaining the whole story, they just stand and listen. Suddenly, I feel a little bit anxious whether I catch my flight back to UK today. I am thinking, how do I get to the airport? I am looking for some brochure, but I cannot find any. I must take a coach, but what time does it go? Does it go today at all? I think it's Sunday! I must have an email with all the details about the flight, and maybe there will be details about the coaches too. I feel even more anxious.(I believe I have lost my lucidity around here).
       Its 3:30, I am standing in the lobby of my grand mum's house. It is a large cold room,with stone staircase up to the second floor and down to the basement. It always smells a little bit funny in  there, thought I have never been able to identify the smell,its just the  smell of my grand mum's cold lobby. 
         I have to leave, so I excuse myself and tell everybody that the homeless guy goes with me. But I cannot see him anywhere. I look around. I am surprised. Then he walks in from the kitchen. I tell him something (I don't know what it was) and his face just all brightens up, with a real happiness. I stand there, staring at him, thinking, what the hell have I said that made him so happy? He also stares at me, realizing that what he heard was not what I said. (I don't know how I know this. It's just a feeling). Then he gets all upset, his body posture weakens. I ask him what happened. He looks at me, and says "I thought, you said you were going to make me a cup of coffee". I can see the disappointment in his eyes. Then, everything stops. I just realize how much it meant to him, that someone would care enough to make him a cup of coffee,that someone would even offer him,in my eyes such trivial thing. I am starting to feel bad. Not for not making him the coffee, but for being so hard on him before... (this must come from the interaction with my friend the night before. We talked about life goals and directions, and as I often do, I was being a little bit hard on her, just to push her to realize what it is she wants to do and not what she is expected to do. I does work in most of the cases, but it may not be necessarily pleasant experience. She told me that even though it was helpful, I should be more supportive. I think she has a point. So I thought about it quite a bit before I went to bed). 



Wednesday, 2 February 2011

School, house, Brother, plastic tube, party...

Sleep graph from that night

I slept really well last night. I was not "conditioning" myself to remember my dreams or to realize being in a dream when spotting something strange. Even so, I still remembered pretty decent details from my dreams. 

I am at my secondary school in my village. I am standing in the ground floor class room. It is a large plain room with massive windows facing the street, right next to the headmaster's office. For this reason, I have always felt as if I was watched in this class room. But there is my brother as well. He is handling some plans. Even though I cannot see what's there, I know that he is planning to build a house. (In reality, he has already built one across the road opposite the school). The plan he is holding looks like an old vellum. He is talking to the headmaster. I am just watching the conversation, even though I cannot understand what are they saying. The headmaster is a big man, some 6'4" with great natural respect. 
      Suddenly, I realize I can see on the plan that my brother's house is going to be right next to the school. I mean some 3 meters away from the front wall. Then I notice there are no windows any longer. And there is the front corner of the room missing. Only a lager rough hole, through which I can see foundation of my brother new house. Just raw shapes made of red bricks. I am surprised (not realizing it's a dream though), and my surprise triples when a massive tube, made of clear plastic, made of several segments is being installed, interconnecting the house and the school. My brother is saying something in the sense, that he wants easy access for his children. I feel that I am standing there in disbelief. Yet, I have the feeling that the plans are still being argued even though those big steps are being made. I feel that my brother is trying to force the headmaster to sign the plans. (I love those feelings when dreaming, seems like such a nonsense yet feels so real).
          
Next dream:
        I am walking up the road through the village "Hroba Horka", just above the sharp turn where the block of flats is. When suddenly a brownish dirty car (favorit) comes from the other direction, passes me and stops. Then I can see the reverse gear has been selected as the reversing lights light up. The car is struggling a little... It seems like there is some mud on the road. I cannot see through the dirty windows who it is. It is a cloudy day, so it might have been raining, thus the dirt on the car doesn't really surprise me. I am a little bit anxious as I don't know who it is. 
     The door opens and my friend Zbysek leans out, laughing as usually. I don't realize that the steering wheel is on the other side of the car. I notice some shadows through the windows, so there must be some more people. Event though I don't see who it is, I have a feeling that I know them. Zbysek asks me whether I want to join them as they are going for a party. I see that the car is already overloaded and pretty crowded. So I say I cannot make it, as I have loads of studying (this reflects my current situation actually :-D). Then he says, ok man, and drives off. I feel relieved. 

Tuesday, 1 February 2011

Swiss village, voting

Sleep graph from that night
In this dream, I live in a small uphill village. It reminds me of some strange merge of a Swiss and Czech village. Swiss for the surrounding nature and Czech for the structure of the village and the type of architecture. There is a curvy road running up the village and old houses scattered around.
        I know that there is some sort of voting taking place. I am not sure what for. I remember getting an information (I think on TV) said by a man, that "there are two parties competing for our votes - Christmas and Easter". I am laughing at this in my mind! :-D thinking 'what a nonsense' (strangely don't realise it is a dream!).
       I am walking up the street, when I notice a girl and a guy. He is wearing green shirt and a green some other green top over that. I see them running across the street, running into a house and then out on the other side. I am standing dumbstruck there, trying to make some sense of it (yet no dreaming realization). I carry on walking up the hill. I get to a village train station. There are several lines. One train passes by fairly quickly.

       Then I am still in the village. There is Dustin, the dog we used to have. Small, sand-like colour, really cute dog. I remember that he always runs away as soon as he is off the dog-lead. We are taking him for castration. I think it has something to do with it. We are coming from the vet-hospital. I am looking at the wound. It looks just like a small white spot.