Date of dream: Friday, February 19, 2010
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Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: Other
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I feel like I’m alone in the world, and I float away up in the air. I realize I’m withdrawing from the society of people and I decide maybe this was meant for me and I should embrace it. But I begin floating back downwards with these words set to a tune (forgotten) in my head:
“When I float down a way … going down, down, down … When I float down a way … going down, down, down …”
I float down into the leaves of a tree, but then fall down onto the ground. I land in the dust and there’s a primitive worm going back and forth — it looks like it just evolved moments before.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I’m with my siblings and we’re small kids again. I become lucid and suggest that we travel to the North Pole to see Santa Claus. We decide to fly there by holding hands and in a standing-up position. Immediately we begin zooming through the air and, after a few moments, we land on a hill that I declare to be the North Pole. We find all this money there in cracks in the smooth, rocky hillside.
The cohesion of the dream is low, but I don’t care, I know I’m directing it. I decide to keep going with it. We fly back to our (dream) house and I say, “Let’s throw the money at Mom and Dad!”
But the cohesion is really low now and the money is pieces of paper with drawings on them. My sister, C___, is now “Ruthie” and my brother, D___, is grown up, unlike the rest of us. The door to my parents’ room is a bookshelf and it turns out to the wrong door, but we’ve already started throwing the money at it. A door opens off to the right and a strange man who’s supposed to be my father comes out, followed by my mother. She looks a little different, and she does see a real-looking dollar bill drifting down and grabs it. She’s annoyed that we’re throwing money.
I think about how the quality of the dream is really pretty low now, but my mother will pretty much look the same even in a low-cohesion dream.
I wake up.
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Date of dream: Thursday, February 18, 2010
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Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: Other
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We’re up at the cabin, but somehow it’s prehistoric times. Harmless dinosaurs are wandering around in the hayfield across from our cabin, and the mountains beyond have no trees on them … rather, there are brilliantly colored rocks and cliffs that are all colors of the rainbow all over them. But suddenly it begins to rain, and I’m horrified as the colors erode away in a matter of seconds and enormous mudslides start bringing the mountains down.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
Someone evil is chasing me with a knife and I fight him off by using symbols that I cause to appear up in the air (details forgotten). Quite lucid, I’m happy to see that it seems to work … but then I become nervous while still doing it, thinking this is too complicated. Now I feel insecure about whether it will keep working.
(shift) I wake up with these words in my head: “Someone who does dishes has a higher standard of cleaning than someone who cooks.”
(record, fall back to sleep)
J____ B. is going to give a sermon about quality control at the old church in Michigan my family attended in the 1970s. She’s wearing a bright yellow outfit with some insignias sewn on (forgotten). (precognitive: J____ worked my shift that day, something that only happens once every couple of months; and she was wearing a bright yellow blouse with little patterns on it).
I wake up.
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Date of dream: Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: Other
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I wake up with the words, “the allegorian levolox,” in my head.
(record, fall back to sleep)
I go to a party and drugs and alcohol are flowing freely. Then when we go to leave, I suddenly lose a chunk of time. The next thing I know, cops are arresting us and I don’t even remember them arriving. I wonder if what happened to me was psychological or drug-related. Finally I just decide to cooperate and let them arrest me, even though the others are arguing loudly with the cops. It occurs to me that this could be just a dream, and a very bad one at that. So I shake my head back and forth and sure enough, I wake up.
(record, fall back to sleep)
My deceased mother is driving again and we’re all terrified — I try to remember if we had her license taken away or not. I say, “I can drive and go real slow, so I can figure out the directions and see the signs!” But she looks at the signs and veers towards them, which makes me wish I hadn’t said anything.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I draw a political cartoon about a coal power plant, pointing out what damage they do to the environment, and submit it secretly to a newspaper. When it gets published, people talk about it a lot — but I keep a poker face and ignore them.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I see J____ F. and some others near a church and I say, “Oh no, I left my keys in my car.”
I go back and find a security cop to help me on the way — but we have to climb up a slope with slipping sand, where I make no progress. The cop strides up it easily. So I decide on a more sideways approach, which isn’t much better, but starts to work. The sand feels very real.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
A nightmare where I’ve been let down by someone (details forgotten) and I get angry and belligerent. I feel horrible inside not so much for how I’ve been treated, but for how I’ve reacted.
I wake up and feel relieved I don’t behave like this anymore in real life, even though I used to.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I’m at the beach by the oceanside. I have nautilus shells and I turn them to create some kind of an optical illusion so that at a certain angle they look completely different. I almost become lucid, because I start to realize that what I’m seeing should be impossible.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
Some nightmare where I wonder if all of life itself is just wishful thinking and we really are all just alone (details forgotten).
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I’m looking at flagpoles with spiral patterns traveling up and down them, all the colors of the spectrum — two patterns on each pole.
I wake up.
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