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Lucid and vivid dream

 
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01/21/2012 10:45 PM
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Lucid and vivid dream
TIFIFFE
Friday May 20th 2011

“Il Capitano is the one who is in charge of what is about to occur.” A woman informed me. “His name is Rom, from the Research Foundation.” She continued. She was a petite Caucasian woman, wearing an A-typical secretarial dress. The woman stepped back and I was allowed entry into the suite.

I could see Rom in the distance, sitting on a bed, looking down, as if concentrating on a task. There was a tall slender Arabic woman standing behind him. She wore a smart pin stripe suit. Another woman, this one blonde, was sitting on a couch off to my right. Her dress was a second skin, showing off her curves and more. After I scanned her body, our eyes met and locked. Her eyes were intense. She must be reading my energy, I thought.

Rom looked wet, as if he had just come in from a swim. I observed the blonde woman glance at Rom, then turn her head, as if in disgust. Maybe she does not want to see him. Or, she might not be in agreement with what he is about to do? She glared at me as if she heard what I had just thought.

“Can I help you?” I asked with a forceful tone.

“She is mute Sir Thomas.” Rom sort of spat out the words, reminding me of Marlon Brando in “The Godfather”.

I heard the door being opened, and turned to see a trio of Indian teenagers being allowed into the suite. Two were boys, and the other was a girl. Probably 16 or 17 years of age. Clumsy, lanky. They were triplets. As the petite secretarial woman lead the teens into the room, my eyes became trained on a white certificate hanging by the door. A single word read:

TIFIFFE

Is that a name? A title? What? I thought. I was tempted to ask one of my host. When I turned to see what was going on with the new guest, a strange sight was before me. The three teens were sitting in what looked like a bathtub that was in the middle of the room. Bubbles were floating through the air. 14D was a chemical being pumped into the tub, via a hose connected to a tall rectangular machine that looked dated.

“Stop the machine!” Ordered a maniacal looking woman with a white stripe in her hair. Her shriek was unnerving. She did not even want them to go through the process of shutting the machine down properly.

“Just pull the hose out!” She yelled frantically. Her cohorts did as she ordered. This released the 14D chemical into the air. It came shooting out with force. The chemical was making it extremely hard to breath. A gas cloud covered the suite. I instantly thought that there would be an explosion. I stumbled over to the window and got it open quickly. I had to hold my breath for what seemed like minutes. How the hell were those kids sitting in that tub with that chemical? Were these kids kidnapped? Shit, was I kidnapped?!

Tififfe is an old word for Water Therapy. The blonde woman telepathically informed me. I turned and looked at her, still in shock. I could feel my heartbeat returning to a normal pace. Do not ask me what type of symptoms they are suffering from to want to use this type of therapy.
Was what unfolded something bad? Were they here against their will? I grabbed her softly by the shoulders. I’m sorry. Are you alright?

Rom had suddenly appeared from behind us. He had a small silver chain attached to both us. I felt him tug on the chain. An electrical pulse was discharged. He knew we were communicating telepathically, and wanted to stop our dialog. I did not like that he had this item attached to us. He is trying to control us, and I will not allow this. I told the blonde.

I turned and found myself in the hallway of my apartment. It was night time. All the lights were off. I was facing towards the kitchen window and could see that it had snowed. The snow almost covered the window completely. I walked towards the kitchen thinking, Had I just woke up from a dream. Or am I still dreaming? I turned on the kitchen light and seen a brown paper bag placed in the middle of the kitchen table. The black writing on it read:

SMOKE ME.

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01/21/2012 11:09 PM
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Re: Lucid and vivid dream
whoa
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01/21/2012 11:18 PM
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Re: Lucid and vivid dream
I had a lucid dream that my uncle crawled in bed with me. The most real dream I've ever had. My butt even hurt when I woke up.
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01/27/2012 05:03 PM
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I had a lucid dream that my uncle crawled in bed with me. The most real dream I've ever had. My butt even hurt when I woke up.
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I'm shaking my head smiling at that quote.
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usually you can't read in lucid dreams





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