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20 OS. Poliot v vozdukhe. 20 noiabria 2011 Vysokoe <PERSON> opiat' s arochnymi prokhodami, tol'ko malen'kikh razmerov. <PERSON> takoi prokhod. Osoznalsia. Nakonets-to! <PERSON>, <PERSON> Zelionaia futbolka i <PERSON>. Tut menia stalo "<PERSON>'" - zrenie ukhudshilos' raz, stalo trudno khodit' dva, pochuvstvoval telo ochen' liogkim tri. Podumal, chto eto vibratsii. Ni v kakoi astral <PERSON> khotel, <PERSON>. Stal usilenno teret' kirpich. Udalos' zakrepit'sia. <PERSON>, i <PERSON> oshchushcheniia real'nye. Prolez na chetveren'kakh pod malen'koi arkoi obratno. Voznikla mysl', chto v <PERSON> ostavat'sia inache ne prosnus' (tut iavnye peresecheniia s predydushchim OSom pro "Angela smerti"). <PERSON> vzletet'. Udalos' porazitel'no bystro. <PERSON>' dazhe ostanovitsia v vozdukhe, <PERSON>' chto mogu vyletet' za atmosferu Zemli. No pri popytke poletet', <PERSON> gliadiat, <PERSON>. <PERSON>' ispol'zovat' metod plavaniia. Sdelal paru grebkov i poletel. <PERSON>, potom vspomnil pro plan naiti <PERSON> i skazat', <PERSON> son. Priletel k mestu vozle rynka. <PERSON>. <PERSON>-to kryshu (uroven' vtorogo etazha). <PERSON> stala <PERSON> ubegat'. <PERSON>, i <PERSON>. Stal smotret' vniz. Uvidel eio s ryzhei bol'shoi sobakoi na povodke. I <PERSON> (you mamy, a ne you sobaki). V reale mama <PERSON>, da i ia ikh tozhe nedoliublivaiu. Stal medlenno podletat' k nei, i v <PERSON> prosypat'sia. Vyvody: 1. Snova videl mestnost' s arkami i <PERSON>. 2. Chut' ne vyletel iz sna. V sovokupnosti problemy so zreniem, s khod'boi, s oshchushcheniem <PERSON>. 3. Taktil'nye <PERSON>, kak v reale. 4. Letal vo sne. Metod plavaniia vse zhe luchshii. 5. Personazh ischez <PERSON> glazakh. 6. <PERSON> personazh prinial oblik ischeznuvshego personazha. 20 LD. Flying in the air. November 20, 2011 The tall building is again with arched walkways, only small in size. I went in for one such passage. Confessed. At last! I looked at my hands, then at the clothes: Green T-shirt and black shorts. Then "Sausage" began to me - my eyesight worsened once, it became difficult to walk two, I felt my body very light three. (<PERSON>' "Sausage" - This is Russian slang denoting the physiological reaction of the body. When you are shaking, you cannot control your movements. And here I do not know sausage) Thought it was vibration. I did not want to go to any astral plane, so I grabbed my hands on the brickwork. I began to rub the brick hard. I managed to gain a foothold. The brick was red, and this time the tactile sensations are real. I crawled on all fours under the small arch back. There was an idea that it is better not to stay in this direction, otherwise I will not wake up (here there are obvious intersections with the previous LD about the "Angel of Death"). I decided to take off. It was amazingly fast. I even had to stop in the air, it seemed that I could fly out of the Earth's atmosphere. But when you try to fly where your eyes look, nothing happened. I had to use the swimming method. I made a couple of strokes and flew. First I wanted to go home, then I remembered the plan to find my mother and say that this is a dream. I flew to a place near the market. I saw mom. I went down to some roof (level of the second floor). She began to run away from me on this roof. I grabbed her leg and she disappeared. I began to look down. I saw her with a ginger big dog on a leash. And in front of our eyes are sunglasses (with mom, not with the dog). In real life, my mother hates dogs, and I also do not like them. I began to slowly fly up to her, and at the same time I began to wake up. Findings: 1. Again I saw a place with arches and red bricks. 2. I almost flew out of sleep. In total, problems with vision, with walking, with the sensation of a dreaming body. 3. Tactile sensations were, as in real life. 4. I flew in a dream. The swimming method is still the best. 5. The character disappeared before my eyes. 6. Another character took the form of a disappeared character.

 

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