Ann Coulter, "speak-dreaming," and the devil's eye (illus.)
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Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: Other
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I levitate up into the air and fly over an old house. Something feels wrong, though -- is there something evil lurking about? Fear begins to build up inside of me. Then, inside, someone shows me a hole bored into a thick, wooden wall. At the other end I see an eye blinking. I jump back in terror.
For some reason, I feel like the eye is pure evil. I start praying almost out loud, promising I'll go back to the conservative religion that I grew up in if God will rescue me from this dream. My brain seems to argue with me, though, almost saying, "Oh SURE you will. You'll go back on your promise the second you're awake."
But I argue back in my thoughts, saying, I really do mean it this time, I will become religious again!
I wake up ... and am mystified as to why I would make such a promise. The thing I like the most about giving up my parents' conservative religion in real life is that I got my MIND back, because they didn't want us to reason and be independent thinkers. It makes me wonder if somehow the intellectual side of me somehow got shut off during the dream, and others like it that I've had over the years. I would not give up my freedom of thought in real life, not ever again!
In a new dream, my coworker, M___, is speculating on the supernatural properties of blood that a patient donates for him or herself (called "autologous" blood). I look at him askance, for in real life he never is interested in those kind of things (I'M the one in my workplace that likes to speculate about the supernatural more than anyone else!). He's pouring a solvent -- maybe ether -- into a flask.
I wake up only halfway and think that I'm holding my recorder, for I start describing a new dream out loud. Now this is really strange, because I don't think this has ever happened to me before ... and I wonder if starting to record my dreams on a digital voice recorder has precipitated this phenomenon. For as I describe the dream, I see it happening. The dream I describing is about a man from India who has died, and as a ghost he is watching his own cremation on the funeral pyre with some horror.
When I realize that I'm "creating" this dream as I describe it, I'm startled into waking up completely. I guess I'll call this "speak-dreaming" for now, since I've never heard of it before. I guess it's similar to automatic writing?
In a new dream, my parents are moving back to Los Angeles. I'm trying to get enough money together to help them cover their living expenses. But my mom is in the same fragile state of health that she was right before she died, and I'm worried sick about the fact that just my dad will be taking care of her -- he seems somewhat fragile to me, too (true in real life).
My brother, B___, says something to me about how Ann Coulter (I don't know why I dreamed about her, I detest her conservative opinions in real life!) took over his campaign when he was running for class president back at the college we went to in the 1970s (dream memory, he didn't run for that office). My older brother, D___, argues with him about this, but D's speech is slurred and his hair is long and greasy. I can't figure out when this change in him came about.
My mother's older sister, M___, who died in the 1990s IRL, suddenly shows up -- in perfect health -- and gives me hundreds of dollars to help out my mom and dad.
I wake up, but the "speak-dreaming" happens again -- I describe an angry young man with supernatural powers who is destroying cars by staring at them and focusing his thoughts on them (maybe I've been watching Heroes too much). Once again, when I realize I'm not recording this into my real-life recorder and am seeing everything I'm describing, I'm startled wide awake.
