Date of dream: Friday, August 22, 2008
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Level of Cohesiveness:
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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After a dream early in the night I wake up and cannot remember any of it. I eat a yogurt and go back to sleep.
In a new dream, I'm in a very high speed flight with a group of dream friends over a wet snow field at the top of a mountain. We're not in a plane, we're just flying through the air. We start talking as we fly along.
"Things CHANGE in dreams!" I exclaim to them. "Like how are we going to get in touch with each other after the dream?"
Whatever we think of as a key word to say later on, describing the objects we are flying past, seems to be a bad idea, for everything morphs and changes as we pass over it.
One woman in our group purposely lowers her child down towards the snow so that the kid's socks get soaked in the muddy snow zipping by below us. I watch as someone's arm temporarily changes into a tinker toy construction, right at the elbow
"Do colors change, too?" I ask and pick up a rock as I fly by it -- I'm surprised when I see that the rock does NOT change as I look at it in my hand. It's a beautiful combination of a tiger's eye, two kinds of quartz (brown and white), and a spot of amethyst.
Oddly, I drop it as if I don't seem to understand how amazing it is. I seem more interested in things that are morphing in the dream. I nab a piece of plastic that's rather shapeless and watch as it shifts through three colors -- tan, olilve green, and brown.
Suddenly I feel like I'm about to wake up. "Well, goodnight!" I say to the others and do, indeed, wake up.
Date of dream: Saturday, August 09, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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My straight friend from art school days, M____ is on trial for something. (I can't remember anything else from this dream, even though these words were on my bedside pad right underneath the note about M___) --
old people
feel confined
you'll have your rest
I wake up, eat a banana, and go back to sleep.
M___, from the previous dream is in my new dream (he's becoming a recurring theme in my dreams, and I'm not sure why -- he's not someone I would be attracted to if he was gay, and I wasn't even friends with him for that long -- he must represent some psychological situation in my present waking life, that's all I can figure), has come to a session of my writer's group. We're actually leaving, and we go out into the waist-deep snow to get back to our cars. By now L___, a lively coworker who I enjoy working with, has joined the group of us trudging through the snow.
I fall off a steep bank of snow that was created when a snow plow went by. I look back at it, and it looks like it's twelve feet high. I realize I should warn the others, but I'm too late -- they fall off of it as well and knock a vertical slab of snow loose. When the dust clears, it turns out everyone is OK -- but a map of the Boston subway system made out of colorful plastic parts has been revealed by the snow falling down. I notice that a big orange plastic circle that was on Chelsea has fallen off the map, but everything else is intact (I'm not sure why this didn't make me lucid -- why would such a map exist by the side of the road?!).
We continue on in our journey, but I don't notice that the snow is now gone. M____ whispers to me that he's not coming back to the writing group, because he doesn't like the psychological dynamics. He changes into one of the members, P___, and I don't notice the change; now P___ whispers to me that she thinks P_____ (herself!) has manic-depressive disorder ... and I don't make the connection that she's making a comment about herself! (IRL, this member of my writing group has anything but manic-depressive disorder ... she's very quiet and shy).
Now we're marching up some stairs, but they turn into a handicapped ramp the farther we go up. We find our "seats" -- numbered B20 -- for a sporting event in the stadium this place has turned into. Our seats consist actually of a patioed area with a picnic table. On the table is a video game console.
(shift) My mind puts together two places from my childhood -- the town we lived in in New Hampshire and the suburb of Los Angeles that my grandparents used to live in. I'm driving in reverse to get to the latter location. My niece, R___, is a passenger and her father, B___, is as well.
I tell B___ we should bring someone on the hike we're planning.
I wake up and am too lazy to sit up and jot some notes about this dream down on my bedside pad. I start to slip back into sleep, until I tell myself I HAVE to take some notes or I'll forget it. When I finally am up with pen in hand I realize that the little slipping back into sleep that I did actually had the effect of erasing the dream from my memory. But it's not completely gone. With some effort, I remember the little bit that you see written in this paragraph -- however, there was much more that I couldn't recall.
Additional Comments:
The dream was precognitive in that L___, the coworker from above who's so lively, came in to work tonight and was in rare form -- telling highly entertaining stories and making the evening shift on the weekend seem not so dreary.
Date of dream: Monday, April 14, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I'm driving on the expressway,
but snow is coming down really hard and the traffic is stop-and-go. Both of
my brothers are passengers in my car.
Every time traffic starts
moving, though, I have a very hard time with hand/eye coordination and I keep
drifting into cars next to me and bumping into them. They're honking at me angrily,
but no one wants to stop and inspect for damage because they're all afraid they'll
get stuck in the snow.
My brothers start yelling
at me, telling me what a lousy driver I am ... then what a generally worthless
person I am, too.
I quietly sit there and
take this abuse while still struggling with the wheel, and my thoughts become
increasingly angry and depressed. Well, how would they like it if I just
DIED, I think to myself.
I wake up and my mind returns
to its normal, cheerful self in a matter of seconds. But I feel shocked.
Additional Comments:
It's been many years since
I've experienced that negative state of mind, yet my dreaming mind was able
to send me back into it in a matter of seconds. I was shocked that the depressed
mindset from so long ago was still so accessible. However, it certainly isn't
that accessible during my waking hours; I simply do not allow people's opinion
of me (including family members) to dictate how I feel about myself. When I
did allow that many years ago, I had a severe case of depression and had to
be medicated for it.
