Date of dream: Monday, February 08, 2010
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Lucid Intent? Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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There is going to be a nuclear war and everyone is ditching the city. Everyone’s trying to get out and the roads are getting jammed. Our teacher suddenly gets into a taxi and takes off, leaving her class just standing there on the street (I’m one of her students). As it goes away she looks haughtily back at us for a moment and then sticks her nose up in the air and turns back around.
We realize we have to fend for ourselves. She’s ditching us without a bit of remorse.
I say, “We’ll stick together, we can do it …,” but my voice breaks with emotion. I add, “Someone else is going to have to be the leader, I’m not strong enough for this.”
A young woman in our group steps up to the plate and starts leading us out of the city on foot.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
A long depressing dream where I’m unable to socialize with people and am really depressed. People aren’t being very nice to me and I take it very personally (in real life this used to be true, too, but now that I’m on antidepressants and have learned to not be so reactive to not-so-nice things people say or do to me, life has been much better).
Then I realize I’m dreaming and it occurs to me that I don’t get depressed like this anymore in real life. Lucid now, I think I should just use my dreams as an experimental lab of sorts, in my mind. I look at the moon in the nighttime sky and start flying towards it, but a building gets in my way and I just hover there with it right in front of me.
Then I try zooming into the wood floor to see at the molecular level.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I’m being tortured by my subconscious mind, as represented by a man, and he brings me around a crawl space under a house. He’s someone who seems to have no emotion and doesn’t care in the least that I’m frightened (precognitive: I started watching Masterpiece Theater’s David Copperfield today, and Mr. Murdstone reminded me of this dream character).
The dream goes on for quite a while, with me as this man’s captive (much forgotten here).
Then I do something right and he brings me to another aspect of my subconscious, a woman. She also has no emotion, but she brings me to my mother, who is about 55 in the dream. There’s a mattress on the floor, and I say, “Please don’t take my mother away from me!”
“You can stay with her,” the plain woman says coldly and lets us rest on the mattress.
I wake up.
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Date of dream: Saturday, February 06, 2010
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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A bunch of us are riding on pieces of wood down a river and paddling hard to go as fast as we can, but there are some who keep falling behind. We slow down to wait for them, but that’s when we notice that slowing down causes these tiny, round bugs in the water to latch themselves onto the skin of our forearms and start sucking blood. I desperately pick them off, and in the back of my mind I think, This is what happens in life, too, when you stop living life with gusto the little things gang up on you and get you down.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I’m supposed to be in an outdoor play near a hardware store called “STRAGA.” They told us we could read our lines, but as my part approaches I worry that the fact that I didn’t even rehearse them a little is going to cause me to stutter. To my horror, I see that my papers with the lines are tucked just under the corner of a piece of grass sod at the corner of a sidewalk. It’s going to be very conspicuous if I get up and go get them from there, because the play is already in progress.
(shift) The dream has changed so that now while the play is still progressing in the same location, I had been hired to re-stain the dark wood trim on the store in preparation for the play. I realize that I just completely forgot to do it, even though they paid me ahead of time. And now that the play is in progress, I can’t exactly fulfill my duties, even though I’m holding the can of stain. There’s a moment of confusion when I think it was the whole outside of the store I was supposed to paint, which is a pastel green. But looking at the color on the label, a dark brown, clears up that confusion.
I wake up and feel relieved that it was a dream.
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Date of dream: Friday, February 05, 2010
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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I can’t believe how fast the man is driving whose car I’m in. His wife sitting next to him doesn’t seem in the least bit concerned, either. The roads are icy and he keeps drifting over the line.
Suddenly a car behind us with an eerie blue light inside of it shoots across all the lanes and crashes into someone’s front yard. We stop and get out to help, but don’t find the car right away. Finally I spot the crumpled car and a man laying half in and half outside of it.
“We’ve got to get him to the Sundance Film Festival,” I say, and it doesn’t even register in my head that that makes no sense whatsoever.
We gently pick him up and knock on the door of the nearby house. The people let us in, and while someone calls an ambulance, we try to see what we can do for the man.
But he suddenly stands up and says he’s fine. However, I see one of his legs is mangled and is hanging by a thread. For a moment, another leg appears and that confuses me — but it doesn’t make me lucid.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
In our old New Hampshire house, it’s Christmas and I scoop a huge serving of some brown rice and meat casserole onto my plate. I go into the living room, and it suddenly slides off onto the floor, in amongst all the wrapping paper and presents. I feel a little sick at this point and just go to scoop it up into an empty box to throw it away, but D___ from work is standing in my way. Finally I say, “Could you move PLEASE?!” He grudgingly steps aside.
I bring the box full of the remains of my serving out into our old driveway, but there are piles of torn up wrapping paper and empty boxes out there, too. The wind suddenly picks up, and they threaten to blow out into the street. I quickly try to rearrange them, just as an older woman with a round face drives by in a small car.
I think, Oh no, she’s going to criticize us for not recycling.
But she just smiles as she drives by.
I wake up.
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