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by к-13 » Fri Jan 27, 2017 23:55
Today I had a really strange dreaming experience. There was a whole series of interrelated in the story of the dreams in which I knew that sleep, but could not himself to prove it, and this means to use the awareness of sleep.
It all started with the fact that I was back in my military school, under the release. Somewhere in the memory was stored, what I had been served and left the service a captain for almost 10 years in my life there is nothing associated with the army, in addition to correspondence with colleagues, but in the dream it was seen as somehow inadequate, as if I dreamt a couple nights ago (and I even wrote it in the dream diary). I thought fingers (my hands, 10 fingers even after the third pass), tried to breathe with nose pinched and remember how I got to this place (woke up this morning in the barracks and came here) and none of the methods worked. The strange thing is that nowhere in anything with a label (which for the army, with the local love of posters and billboards at all unrealistic - worse than a talking purple flying cows). I have the last three years, ALWAYS on his finger a ring made of tungsten carbide engraved with the line "you're sleeping! it's a dream!" (made under the order as a totem in the form of a wolf head with DiCaprio, the top I have too, but its unrealistic to always carry with you) in the dream it was not, it could be proof that I sleep, but in College I really wasn't (there and wedding is often to remove made). In General, I have lived a dull, gray story with conversations niochem, walking in the ranks with a song, a meal in the dining room and constantly wondering from the situation (not hunting because the issue of being branded a psycho, and to fly without a diploma with a white ticket).
The next dream in this cycle was the issue (where, again, it was all within the norm – building, the ceremony, performances and the passage of the system with throwing coins under the command "time" + clear memories of the previous dream, as if the events of the recent past, and the memories of this life were vague, like snatches of dreams). Then we went to the personnel Department for appointment – all, chatter, anticipation and a slight sadness of an early parting with friends. And again nothing can be read (the requirements do not give hands like still not ready, come back tomorrow, wishing only read the destination out of order) Since I received the diploma of interpreter in the order was not a military unit, and an Embassy is in some banana Republic with the name of the Arch (in the dream, I clearly knew that such a thing exists). After I heard this, the reality of the situation sort of staggered, but all the tests failed again – I'm awake and everything is real.
Then there was the third dream of the cycle - a Banquet in honor of the release of the restaurant. And dreams are no labels, nothing unusual, the failure of tests on reality. Seeing on the table a bottle of champagne, I grabbed it up and read the name, closed her eyes for a moment and when he began to open, the classmate snatched it out of hands with the words "don't drink that stuff, that's better" and put another bottle. I thanked him, again read the title, to the reality check, I closed my eyes and immediately someone again snatched from the hands of the bottle with words "my friend, you probably need to take a break, you're a very long blink". I suddenly felt really tired and decided to lie down on the couch in the corner of the Banquet hall. And woke up in reality from alarm bells
The fourth dream of the series I watched after waking (I Wake up every morning an hour before lifting, drink water, go to the bathroom again and then go back to bed, a good habit for those who love to dream). I came with the documents by a special defense Ministry in the Arch, where it was found that in the Embassy I am the only Russian as it is in this country one and there sit the representatives of all countries wishing of diplomatic relations this wild region – the "Embassy" was located in a small village in the middle of a tropical jungle with huge leaves on the roof instead of the roof, a complete lack of infrastructure and facilities, where the streets were occupied with a rusty old penny, UAZ loaf, and some SUVs like jeep, and again none of the inscriptions any language (even numbers on the machines were not). And the most interesting thing I remembered, as I had on the plane, as I was waking up at home in the present!
Anyone know what that was all about?<