Date of dream: Thursday, June 06, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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June 6, 2013 5:39 AM, pdt
This is the waking-up, last dream of the sleep period dream.
I am on foot, exiting an urban shopping area in clear daylight. This takes me past a local power installation that has been under reconstruction for a long time. Every time I come this way, it has been changed again and has not been finished. This time the structure has expanded to twice the area as before and is being assembled with heavy duty metal, almost bridge-like girders. It is tall, with men wearing hard hats working in the upper reaches. I pause to admire the structure and watch the workers.
On a whim, I call out to the workers nearest to me: “This is taking a long time. Is this the 6th or maybe the 7th revision? A person who appears to be the boss on the site looks around. To my surprise he answers: “Yes, the 7th time. You are the one who makes us do it over again. It is your feedback that keeps changing it.”
By way of explanation, I respond by saying: “ All that we want is complete access to the full power that is available__________”
Here is where I wake up and the dream goes off.
Additional Comments:
Some dreams set the stage for the dreamer to finish the action with a "3rd act," where the waking mind provides feedback on the subject of the dream.
This is not one of those dreams. This one ended with the waking-mind response included as a valid ending to the lucid dream event.
I have nothing to add from the 3D waking side of life on this one.
Date of dream: Saturday, February 09, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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February 9, 2013 7:AM, pst
Waking up dream:
I am thumping a really impressive looking, biker style male on the chest with the flat of my right thumb and saying: "In another lifetime, I bet that I am an even more scary looking dude than you are right now."
The man in front of me has impressive hair. It is thickly spiked with shades of interspersed bright brown and gold and looks as if the tips of russet feathers are layered in at the crown. I run my hand over the top of his head and it is both stiffly bristled and as soft as feathers. I pause to gather my thoughts to say more, but here is where I wake up.
I remember this man is much taller than I am and lean and hard muscled and wearing rustic garb. He is bearded as well, but it is the elaborate head of hair that is most remarkable.
This scrap of a dream is certainly a welcome relief from the purely abstract dreams I have been having lately that are mostly beyond words.
Additional Comments:
Now, later in the day, I think it likely that I visited my Akashic Record and did view the male shamanistic version of myself in a different lifetime.
Date of dream: Thursday, December 27, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
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December 27, 2012 4:30 AM pdt
Here is a snippet from last night’s dreams that sticks in my mind.
4:30 AM. (I look at the clock whenever I wake up, even if I don’t rouse myself to roll over and make notes.)
At a celebration event too large to be held indoors, I proceed across large expanses of lush green lawns, in the sunlight, in the midst of many happy, attractive, chattering people. I am heading toward a service area that backs an elegant series of pavilions being set up to serve all the invited guests.
I approach a booth of some sort, where a large vigorous man sporting a truly remarkable beard is clearly in charge. His beard is neatly trimmed to a nearly circular shape. It silky and luxuriously clean and snowy white except for the darker, silver gray area directly below his lower lip. He is large and in charge and very cheerful and friendly.
As I draw near, he call out: "Now, can I________?" Eagerly, I respond: "Yes, you can!" and I prepare to give him a friendly hug as soon as I can reach him.
To my complete astonishment, he grabs me up and lifts me bodily above his head. This is no mean feat. I feel my full adult bodily weight rise above the ground and I feel the mighty surge of his bodily strength lifting me up and then setting me down again. I brace my hands on his shoulders for balance. Back on the ground, I exclaim: "No one has done that with me for a long time!" Then I ask: "Are you OK?" "You didn’t strain yourself, did you?"
We are both laughing and a bit out of breath, as I suddenly wake up from the dream.
