A confusing conversation and a threat (July 2008)

I find myself sitting by a table with my girlfriend and an unknown 50-year-old woman. I am totally aware of that I am dreaming, which I soon tell the others. I describe my talking difficulties I experience almost every time I have a lucid dream. To my surprise the woman recognizes my problem and then she claims that she’s dreaming as well. My girlfriend seems confused – she doesn’t think of herself as being in a dream state. After this interesting but short conversation we leave the table. Suddenly we are in a big empty warehouse instead. We examine the building and find a hole in the floor. In some way we manage to get down through the hole, where we find a basement with plenty of pillars spread around the room. Here we get surrounded by a group of old sinister men. One of them, maybe their leader, comes closer and says that last week they had to kill 2 000 oneironauts. I awake with a start.

Rescuing a drowning child (July 22, 2008)

I have strong desire to see the ocean. I start to walk and very soon huge sand dunes emerge in front of me. I can hear the waves as I follow the gravel path towards the shore and I feel excited. “I’m going to see the ocean again!” The first thing I see when I pass the dunes is a huge wave raising several meters above the ground and it hits the shore with an enormous force. When the wave has disappeared I spot a child in the water, almost drowning. She’s fighting against the currents that want to drag her away from land and it leaves me no time for reflection. Immediately I throw myself into the water and I manage to save her. When I stand there with the child in my arms I turn around towards the shore and about 50 meters away I notice a sun-bathing woman, supposedly the little girl’s mother. She is unaware of what has happened to the girl and I blame her for not supervising her daughter. This irritation is soon replaced by a dreadful and overwhelming hopelessness.

Combining non-violence and music (21 July, 2008)

Through the circle-shaped hole in the floor I can see the old exhausted man as he tries to soothe the child he has taken with him. Why has he forced this child to come with him to this basement? I have no idea. The man is agressive, but even though he tries to throw dull spears in my face he doesn’t feel threatening to me. I simply want to help him. Soon he runs out of things to attack me with and I crawl down through the hole. I have no kind of weapon except my words and my bare hands. To my surprise he sits by a grand piano, playing some jazz song I’ve never heard before. I slowly lean over the cover, carefully but still very self-confident. I trust him. Then I let my fingers run over the keys, improvising a melody that fits perfectly into the song. After a while I suggest that we should have a conversation instead of a fight. He agrees.