Level of Lucidity: Level of Cohesiveness:Rating: Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I see the point of view from a whale's life. I'm jumping over high waves in the ocean at a high speed. But then I start to become lucid -- why are the waves breaking out in the deep ocean like tidal waves, and why is a whale swimming and jumping over them like a superpowered speedboat? Then I worry a little about getting bitten by sharks in the split seconds that my body is down in the water.
(this video on youtube is very similar to the dream I had, it's from "ship simulator 2008 - speed boat wave jumping 25.5m waves")
I come ashore and there's a shift. Now I'm just a person walking along, and there's a vague part in the dream that has something to do with riots. But as I walk along and look at people's expressions, I realize that I'm "making the dream" as I go along, including the their facial expressions. It's almost like I'm aware of what my dreaming mind is up to as it conjures up the sets and actors for the dreams.
Someone sings, "A new day is...," but instead them finishing it with the word, "here," which I sensed my dreaming is about to do, they finish it with the word, "gone."
I'm shocked. I thought I had just become aware of my own dreaming mind, but is it possible there's still yet another part of it that I can't even access? Who else is designing my dream?
I have a very lucid conversation with someone about all of this (which I can't remember anything of now), and then I wake up.
Level of Lucidity: Level of Cohesiveness:Rating: Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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In an evening scene, I'm with some people looking at orange tipped, white flowers. They're bell shaped, and I feel a sense of awe at how lovely they are. The dream shifts so that they are red berries, and I don't even notice the change. Now we're debating whether or not we should wear them.
I look down at the nearby street and see what looks like a severed hand. It must be fake, I try to reassure myself, but I can detect a bad odor, like that of rotting flesh (in real life I've all but lost my sense of smell ... but it does reappear in some of my dreams -- drat, why couldn't it have been something nice in this dream?!). I think maybe I should take on the task of cleaning up this small town, but then I quickly remind myself that I shouldn't be giving myself more projects to do.
I wake up and fall right back asleep.
I'm helping in the production of some musical play at a small theater (I forgot much of this dream, but I do recall that it was very cohesive). One guy dressed in white doesn't have to act, he just has to make an appearance on stage several times, and change his outfit in between.
I turn around and find myself looking out of a cargo bay of a plane at some clouds far below. It's close to sunset, and they're tinged purplish red. I notice what looks like a dinosaur shape cloud -- specifically, it's in the shape of a brachiosaurus.
Suddenly I'm lucid and I think, What if the dinosaur cloud did come to life? This idea makes me feel happy, even though it doesn't happen. I think about how life is pretty good even if dreams like this are all we have to brighten up our existence.
Suddenly the plane is landing, and it feels like we're going down at too sharp an angle. Still lucid, I control the plane with my mind so it levels out. But then I see we have a very short space to land on, and it's covered with snow. No problem! I make the plane skid in a few circles on the slick surface until it comes to a stop.
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:Rating: Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I'm watching a speed boat race around on a lake that looks more like a retrofitted Lincoln Continental.
(shift) My mother's driving, and she tells my grandmother how hides were made from the skin of prisoners during World War II. My grandmother asks me if it's true, and dream memory prompts me to confirm the story. When I do so, my grandmother almost goes into a state of shock -- for she was born in Europe, and that would mean this horrible thing happened to some of our relatives.
I'm looking at a miniature house made out of a combination of paraffin wax and vaseline. Various famous buildings from around the world are all smooshed together in it, including the White House and other famous government buildings. The sizes of the different components of the whole structure somehow represent votes that various countries have in how the world should be run.
My old dog, W___, is somehow back from down south (dream logic -- he died eleven years ago, and in real life I drove down south to pick him up from my parents' house when they could no longer care for him).
I wake up.
Additional Comments:
The dream was precognitive because I read something today about some of the atrocities that have taken place over the years of the twentieth century in Argentina.
