Date of dream: Thursday, July 02, 2009
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: Other
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An unpleasant dream in which I'm back at N___ Hospital again, but instead of being an employee, I'm a patient on the psychiatric ward. S___ P_____ is my psychiatrist. It takes me a while to recognize him and we reminisce how we went to N___ Academy, R___ Academy, and P____ College together (I'll have to look in my yearbooks, this may actually be right but I never would have remembered even his name without this dream ... also, I think he might have even been my roommate my senior year of college! ... I'm just having trouble remembering because that WAS 30 years ago).
He's not sure he's going to release me from the ward.
(shift) Now I'm in my old brick apartment that was near this hospital IRL. I'm annoyed that there's a dead, bloody rat on the floor. Stupidly I put the rat on a plate and try to wash the blood off of it in the kitchen sink. But when I move too fast, the water sloshes over the back edge of the sink down along the wall. I peer over the edge and see that there's nothing to worry about, for there's an elaborate drain system that has a chute leading directly outdoors (this part of the dream was remarkably cohesive, the drain looked very real ... also, this was precognitive for later on, after I woke up, my little cat got spooked and leaped over her water dish, causing most of it to slosh out all over the kitchen floor ... and then, after that, I tried to fix the downspout outside my kitchen window before I went to work today but couldn't do it, and finally stopped when I felt like I was on the verge of cursing loudly).
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
A tale about getting a dinner to a woman who's ill and reclusive, although she is young. The dinner is steak with gravy and green beans (precognitive, that's what they had at my hospital cafeteria for dinner tonight). We throw a plate together and head over to her apartment. But once inside we're surprised to find it immaculately cleaned and a famous musician is at the piano with two little boys he's tutoring. The woman is nowhere in sight. Repairs are needed on the woman's vehicle which is a cross between a model-T and an old train locomotive.
A man tells the woman it will be a lot of money.
I think that I wake up, and I start recording this dream, but I'm still asleep and don't know it. I actually say, "tale about a getting a dinner to a woman," and then I wake up for real. I say those exact same words as I begin recording the dream in real life -- "tale about getting a dinner to a woman."
(fall back to sleep)
In my old C___ apartment, my brother, B____, says, "I'm off next Sunday."
My sister-in-law immediately interjects with, "You almost went down the wrong road there," as she glares at him.
I immediately figure out that she meant that cryptically and that she was conveying the message, "You almost invited Al over on Sunday, and we have other plans."
I wake up.
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Date of dream: Wednesday, July 01, 2009
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Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: Other
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I'm looking through a glass wall at a strange space alien with bug eyes -- but they morph in shape as I look at them, almost as if they're liquid instead of solid.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I'm in a very real dream where I've gone back to school, but it's so real that I haven't the faintest clue that it's not. I'm settling into my dorm room and trying to get used to the idea that I really did just go ahead and decide to go back to high school, specifically the same boarding academy I went to in eleventh grade IRL.
I keep fiddling with my computer setup instead of going out to interact with people, though. I hear voices of my classmates out in the hallway, and realize it's a coed dorm because I hear girls' voices, too. My roommate has gone swimming in the school pool and I haven't met him yet. I scold myself for not being sociable, but then I wonder how a roommate will be able to put up with my snoring and sleeping problems.
I wake up and am stunned at how thoroughly convinced I was that I was in real life during this dream. I have NO intention of going back to school ever again, but this is becoming a recurring theme.
(record, fall back to sleep)
In a new dream, I'm just thinking. About how some dreams carry a kind of power, and I realize it's that same power that can make you feel better when you're living out your waking hours in real life. But YOU have to generate it, it isn't just going to happen to you.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I have an apartment in the rotunda of the State House in Boston. Bay windows cut out of the gold leaf dome overlook what seems to be the downtown area, though (in real life the rotunda overlooks Boston Common). I lift my head off my pillow just enough to see over the window sill.
I see that there's a gay pride parade going on. I go back to sleep, though, feeling hesitant to go out and join them. Do I really belong socially to this group? Why is it so hard for me to make gay friends? (this is true in real life, too ... I've never been able to figure it out ... also, there was a play on words in this dream I only just became aware of right now, while I was writing it down. "Bay Windows" is the name of the gay newspaper in Boston, and Massachusetts was the first state to approve gay marriage).
As the dream progresses, though, I feel terrible and horribly alone. I need to do something to get out of this rut of being by myself! But then I realize I must be dreaming.
I wake up briefly and record this dream, and fall right back to sleep into the same dream.
I realize immediately this time that I'm dreaming, so I peel my left eyelid open with my fingers and see what I think is waking life. It's the same apartment in the State House, but I'm fooled into thinking it's real life. As before, I'm back in bed, but I hear someone coming up the stairs who I have dream knowledge is going to be my new roommate. The roommate comes in but I still can't see this person -- so I open my left eye a little wider with my fingers. I see the shadowy image of a woman and am surprised ... why am I rooming with a woman?
It finally occurs to me that I must have awakened into another dream. Once again, I feel very alone. I shake my head vigorously back and forth to wake up.
Once awake, I feel pretty sure that the previous awakening was a false one and that I only recorded the dream into a dream recorder, so I record some of the same stuff over again (now that I'm listening to the recordings I see that I did indeed make the first recording of this dream in real life ... go figure!).
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Date of dream: Sunday, June 28, 2009
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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A girl is dressing up for what I think is going to be a fashion shoot. She’s arranging her lingerie, just so. It’s really very risqué, the bodice of the small white lacy thing she’s wearing is cut so low that her nipples peek out over the top. We laugh about this, her breasts are so small that it’s hard to get the garment arrange properly. I wonder if it’s a racier version of Victoria’s Secret catalogue that she’s a model for.
A small switch and I find that I’m wearing a white satin and silk tuxedo. I hold my arm out to the girl and we start a promenade long a wide open corridor that seems like it’s in a mall. An entire entourage of photographers and staff follows us along. I realize that this is my wedding. I’m marrying this girl with the see-through lingerie, that’s her wedding dress. My own wedding garb is masculine, yet I’m still female as well. My own breasts are bound somewhat under the satin shirt I’m wearing. It crosses my mind that it’s a good thing I’m the one wearing the tux because if I had that skimpy little piece of lace on it would neither look elegant nor cute.
We continue walking down what becomes an aisle. My bride and I can hardly contain our laughter, because we can’t quite remember all the words to “Here Comes the Bride”. We start it over a few times, always faltering right after the first phrase.
The dream switches a little and my bride and I are lounging around in a small bedroom. I sit on the twin bed and the girl is undressing while she sits on the floor and talks to me. There is nothing sexual about it at all. I *remember* that this girl used to be a call girl and I study her while she continues to undress and chatter. Her hair is long and dark, coarse hair that looks almost like it could be in dredlocks. With a sudden and horrible realization, I come to remember that this girl is someone I had an awful online fight with. I hope no one tells her what my email address is because then she’ll connect me with the person she fought with online.
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