Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:Rating: Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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Once again I dream I'm in the old New Hampshire house. For the dream, the house is altered; the Kennedys own it and some of the large rooms are offices. I'm with a group of gay guys I know only in the dream and we're sneaking through the house, for I do not recognize it as one that I once lived in. But when we get to the living room, large parasites are dropping from the ceiling into a pool of water that covers the floor. I dash as fast as I can out of there, but not before a blustering tenant of one of the offices in the house comes out and starts loudly complaining about what bad landlords the Kennedys are. He's tall, middle-aged, and wearing a suit -- and sort of reminds me of my paternal grandfather. I wake up and go in and out of several more dreams, but forget them all on awakening the last time because the room was too cold for me to sit up on the edge of my bed and jot something down.
Level of Lucidity: Level of Cohesiveness:Rating: Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I'm at a picnic at my old boarding academy -- not back in time, rather this is more like a reunion. My dream memory confirms that there were cliffs going down to a stream that we used to eat lunch by, even though the real life situation was slightly different (a path led down to a sandy beach by the river, and we never ate down there).
The food isn't there yet. And there are corrals for the people that are standing in two lines -- I find it very confusing.
My younger brother and I go down to the water's edge and leave our stuff, but when we come back the tide has risen and B___'s papers are floating everywhere. I try to gather them up and as I swim around, I see strange little bugs -- some are underwater and some are above. They each have only one eye and are dark orange.
I quickly get out of the water, not wanting to get bitten. A little kids' swimming area is nearby, and I wonder if I should warn their parents.
I wake up, take a Tylenol PM, and go back to sleep.
I'm actually in the same area as the previous dream, albeit just a little bit different. My dream friends and I have found an underground cave in the basement of an old Native American structure that's near the top of the cliffs. We go out to tell some more people, but when we go back in the door that led to the cave is missing.
Slightly lucid at this point, I start pressing panels on a stove and they swing off to the side and retract inside of the stove, almost as if I'm pressing a special Indiana-Jones style sequence of actions to find the hidden door again. But my alarm goes off right when I press the last one and I'm jolted awake.
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.
