Date of dream: Thursday, July 24, 2008
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
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A doctor's wife has new glasses made for her every day. I ask her if that's why the ones she has on are so stylish (the frames are semi-transparent and tinted purple).
(shift) I'm watching a video of a UFO. But the resolution keeps changing so that it looks blocky and out of focus, and when it comes back in focus, it's changed into a small airplane (and vica versa).
I wake up, take a Tylenol PM, and go back to sleep.
In a new dream, and near the lab down the hallway from my workplace, a tall man arrives and delivers bandaids (per my request, dream memory tells me).
I think I recognize him as the one who I saw in a shouting match with a doctor about a year before, in the hallway just outside our lab -- when I worked the overnight shift. I take a chance and say, "You never know when you might need these band-aids -- I saw two doctors fighting outside of our lab just about a year ago, and I thought they were going to start hitting each other ... and me, too."
He looks perplexed at what I'm saying like he doesn't know why I'm talking about this with him, and he leaves. I tell my coworkers the story, but exaggerate it a little so that they will conclude it was the same person I saw fighting a year ago. They seem impressed, except for one coworker who is very logical about things (dream character, he was Middle Eastern, and didn't resemble anyone I work with in real life). He dissects my story until I have to admit that I'm not sure if it was the person ... and why would they start hitting me if they were arguing with each other, anyway? (this dream was sort of precognitive -- we got news today that a resident who had rotated through our lab about THREE years ago was just killed in a motor scooter accident, and we had to look up his picture on Google news just to try and remember what he looked like).
(shift) I'm shooting large bolts of lightning out of my hands at armored tanks approaching us over the desert. We're in a little building near the helipad of the old hospital I used to work at in S___ (IRL, it's in a verdant, green environment, not desert-like at all).
It works, the lighting causes them to blow up. J___, someone in the environmental group I belong to in real life, is with us and I've been told I can't let her see me using my powers. They tell me to create some kind of magical cloak so that she won't see it when I shoot lightning at the tanks.
There's a tall guy helping me, who I seem to be acquainted with, and who also has some kind of power, but I'm not clear on what it is. He has a distinct face and isn't handsome, but isn't homely either (dream character, unfamiliar to me now that I'm awake).
My next task is to melt trays of material that have gotten stuck to each other -- they've been trying to pull them apart and they can't. It takes me a little while, but after shooting lightning at them for a bit, I get them all apart. By now, though, the people I'm helping are beginning to take my magical power for granted and barely acknowledge what I've just done for them.
I wake up.
Additional Comments:
Wow! The new dream editor is fantastic!!! I'm very happy right now :)
Date of dream: Saturday, April 12, 2008
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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(I was in this dream for
a very long time, and I knew that I would forget the earlier parts of it the
longer I let it go, but I seemed to be on some kind of mission and did not want
to wake up. I can recall the dream from the following point on) --
Large apartment buildings
are ahead of me. I'm flying precisely toward a sculpted, metal symbol (forgotten)
in a window, but then the window turns into a fence. I'm using the technique
where I stare at the thing I want to fly towards -- which doesn't have a great
track record in the many dreams I've tried this technique in. But for some reason,
perhaps because I'm so determined and am staring so intensely at the symbol,
it seems to be working fine.
I arrive at the fence and
touch down on my feet. I go about retrieving something (much forgotten here).
I'm successful.
But at this point a nagging
thought presents itself in the back of my head -- am I trying to control the
dream too much, because of the "mission" I'm intent on accomplishing?
Am I forcing the plot of the dream too much so that it will have a happy ending?
I cross a river by wading
across it. I arrive at a modern fountain with many flat concrete slabs surrounding
it. I focus my attention on the metal hose underneath the surface of the water
that is spraying the water into the air, and cause it to blast a VHS tape that
is floating in the air above it. The cartridge starts to disintegrate and the
tape unravels up into the air.
For some reason, it is
essential for the tape to do this. Eventually the plastic ribbon runs out and
the cartridge zips off into the sky as well. I seem to want to make sure it
"went" to the right place (dream logic, I don't understand this now
that I'm writing it down!). In fact, I even say out loud, "This is making
the world a better place."
Then I use the fountain
to also send a lampshade and a cloth canvass box rocketing up into the sky as
well.
I think, We know they'll
never believe you (dream logic again).
I wake up.
Additional Comments:
Precognitive: the word "unravel" was on "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" on public radio tonight.
Also, I really felt right after I woke up that I had tried to control this dream too much. It's almost like I was NERVOUS and
didn't trust the dream to direct the plot itself.
Date of dream: Thursday, April 10, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I'm with friends and we're
flying near the hospital I used to work at in S___. I notice some birds and
bars of soap are flying along next to us, occasionally dipping into puddles
alongside the road.
Suddenly I notice that
the pond that is next to this hospital (actually, it's more like a lake) is
going dry. People are desperately fishing out of it anyway, I think perhaps
because they realize they don't have much time left to catch fish out of it.
I stop by a model castle
that has been built by the side of the road with a model of the tall ship that's
a tourist attraction near where I live in real life, except the ship is on the
grass instead of on water. In a puddle inside of the castle's walls, a man's
face comes up through the water and almost comes out, but not quite.
The hospital catches on
fire. There's a shift, and we're trapped inside with many others. "The
burn unit is having a big day anyway," says Dr. S___, the director of the
burn unit of the hospital I work at now.
Another shift, and I'm
riding in the back seat of a car with a guy who reminds me of G___ G___, from
11th grade. But he keeps talking and talking in a fake English accent that isn't
all that good, and I just want to tell him to shut up.
I wake up.
