Date of dream: Thursday, March 18, 2010
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Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: Other
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I am very lucid in a dream that has something to do with powerful magic. I think to myself, This will make a great short story when I wake up and write it down. There’s a part about a magical fountain with huge, rose granite blocks, and then something about a man in a body cast. Even though I sense that I’m “scripting” the dream, near the end I’m hurt, too, with scratches on my neck and shoulder that have scabbed up. At the very end, a forklift with boxes that say, “J.B. Poersch” on them is rolling towards me and I walk right up to it, press my hands against one of the boxes, and it stops as I intentionally wake myself up, since this is where I want the short story to end.
But all I can remember is what you see written above — the plot and the earlier part of the dreams have vanished from my recall.
(record, fall back to sleep)
I’m doing goofy Mickey Mouse improv act with a mask and humming along with some other people. Part of the improv is that we’re sort of doing harmony with our humming … and, actually, it doesn’t sound that bad!
(shift) Then I’m in a department store looking for funnels that I’ll be able to water my tiny houseplants with. I find them, and they look very real and cohesive — they’re the size of a sewing thimble — so I don’t suspect that I’m dreaming.
I wake up.
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Date of dream: Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: Other
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I’m driving along a a dark car coming the other way is looking like it’s going to sideswipe me, so I quickly reach out my driver’s side window and latch the side view mirror in close to the car and hug the right shoulder of the road. My strategy works, even though it misses my mirror by fractions of an inch. As the car goes by, I see that it already has considerable damage from some other accident, and bullet holes near his gas tank opening.
But then I see the driver do a quick u-ie in my rear view mirror, and he accelerates and gets in front of me. He slows down and forces me to come to a stop. A mafia-type guy jumps out with his henchmen and he accuses me of damaging his car.
Feeling brave, I shout, “You’re not going to rid of this, I came close to your car but I certainly didn’t readjust your side-view mirror … plus those bullet holes are rusty — so not only were they done a long time ago, but I don’t even own a gun and would never shoot a car — you’re just going to have to get someone else to pin this one on.”
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I go outside and there is a white surfboard that loos like a shell underneath the water in a very deep puddle. I get my shoes wet to go look at it more closely. But when I try to pick it up, I lose my grip on it and it takes off.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I’m flying along over car lanes that have funny, chevron-shaped arrows on them indicating which direction to go. I see that I’m going the wrong way, but I hope that no one is coming from the other way and I’ll be OK. But then I barely miss two trains roaring down the road by going off into the shoulder for a few moments.
(shift) I’m off to the side of the road and I’m watching a car floating in the air over the funny road. It does some spins, and I wake up.
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Date of dream: Friday, March 12, 2010
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Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: Other
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(earlier part of the dream forgotten) I’m in a house with a bunch of people when I realize I’m dreaming. I wonder if I can prolong the dream a little, for it feels like I’m about to wake up. And it is right at that moment that a young man with bright eyes and a smile appears, and I get a feeling that he is a ghost visiting my dream — and then I wake up.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I’m flying by flapping my arms and I think about how I should just be REALLY good IRL at just a few little things, and not be in a rush to get them done … just do them perfectly. Because there is a place for perfectionism — not in all aspects of life, but in some certainly.
As a result of this line of thought, in the dream I decide to work on perfecting falling through the air from a great height and landing hard on my feet on the ground. So I flap my arms and soon the farm landscape I’m in is far below me. Then I close my eyes and hold my arms straight up, and begin falling.
Much to my surprise, I don’t hit the ground. I finally open my eyes and see that I’m dropping through the earth as if it was made of air, and there are feet markers telling how deep into the ground I’ve gone. I stop right at the 163 feet marker.
I wake up.
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