Date of dream: Sunday, August 31, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I can't remember too much of these dreams now that it's almost September 1st, but here's what I wrote down on my bedside pad [additional things that I still remember are in brackets] --
earth breaking [like little earthquakes]
dust
no, it's getting stronger [I think this dream was precognitive of Hurricane Gustav about to hit New Orleans]
"come on dogs, let's run to safety of the cave" --man [I do remember there being two dogs in my dream, which was precognitive of me looking at the dogs for sale in the pet store today at the mall]
me -- "No, it will collapse!"
A new white dog with words on it, our dog licks its face
Money will be returned to ____ in a purse [distinctive name that I couldn't remember on awakening]
skiing uphill
motorized
Then float up
and into stations
D___ come and eat
add black typewriter [I don't remember anything about this dream except for skiing uphill]
spiders
nose
loose
Additional Comments:
The waking mind really does seem to have a mechanism that erases the memory of the dreams from the night before, unless we pay special attention to them sometime during the day. This is different from its memories of waking life events -- we don't forget them, even if we weren't really paying attention to them when they happened and we didn't think about them anymore after they finished happening.
Date of dream: Wednesday, August 27, 2008
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Level of Cohesiveness:
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I somehow guide a stray missile with my mind and make it avoid a populated area. The government finds out, though, and recruits me to work for them -- and it's not a good government (I can't recall many details about this dream).
I wake up, eat a banana, and go back to sleep.
In a new dream, I'm working on a computer program that's so poorly designed that I declare it stupid -- "It has millions and billions of computer bugs," I say, referring to Carl Sagan's quote from the documentary he produced, Cosmos when he said, "A galaxy is composed of gas and dust and stars - billions upon billions of stars." And perhaps to George Bush, Sr's. goofy quote when, during his presidency back in the early 1990s he said, "We can find meaning and reward by serving some purpose higher than ourselves—a shining purpose, the illumination of a thousand points of light.."
(shift) I'm on the set of Desperate Housewives, but in the dream it's not a show, it's real life. In Susan's bathroom, I see that snails or some kind of primitive mollusks are floating in slow motion through the air out of the open top of the toilet's tank. It doesn't make sense that they should be moving so slowly and in such straight lines, but this doesn't make me lucid. I worry about them attaching to my toes since I'm barefoot, so I hurry out.
I tell Susan they need to hire a maid to get rid of strange house parasites. Carlos, who in the dream is Susan's husband, has his jaw wired shut for some reason.
(shift) I'm up at my parents' cabin out in the country. I'm setting fire to small objects that are right beneath a curtain, not caring that much about the danger that I could set the curtain on fire. The little flames are blue and kind of fake-looking, though -- however, I don't really notice and it certainly doesn't make me lucid.
Then I begin writing a letter to mother who, in real life, passed away last year. It's at this point that I become lucid and realize that I may be actually sending a message to her spirit. I put my fingers on the page and begin tapping on it like a computer keyboard, hoping dream magic will make the appropriate letters appear. But the dream starts to fall apart, and the words appear in random places all over the page in different colors and fonts. I feel frustrated that I can't communicate with her
(shift) I'm right in the middle of some profound thought when my alarm goes off -- it wipes it right out of my head. All I can recall is that it was somehow associated with a large line drawing through a shiny, metallic dome.
Date of dream: Tuesday, August 05, 2008
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Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I'm lying on a pier floating just offshore out in the ocean. I don't seem to be able to move, though, and the motion of the water suddenly makes one of my legs roll a little and fall through a hole in the pier so that it's down in the water below. I'm terrified! What if a shark comes and bites off my leg?
A large wave washes me ashore, though, and into a house. I look back at the doorway I floated through and see that a huge wall of sea foam is now coming in, and people standing near the doorway are getting engulfed by it.
I wake up and go back to sleep.
In a new dream, my mother (deceased in real life) is driving my brother, D__, and I somewhere. She's going to drop us off and continue driving. But something about this arrangement is nagging at me -- didn't we have her license taken away after her big car accident (IRL, it was back in 2000)? And why would we let her drive somewhere by herself? I worry myself awake.
My two-year-old niece, A___, and I are playing with a wingless fairy woman that's riding on a little horse that's just the right size for her. My niece wants to ride, too, so she turns around and starts to delicately sit down towards the area behind where the fairy is sitting. I rush over and stop her, afraid that she'll crush the little horse. A___ starts crying the second I do that, though, and I'm immediately lucid ... I realize that the magic of the dream probably would have let her ride the little horse with the fairy. I feel awful ... I've ruined the magical moment for my niece, and she won't stop crying!
I wake up and get a funny feeling that my niece and I may have just shared a dream. But there's no way to find out, because she's too little to even understand what dreams are yet.
