Date of dream: Friday, August 01, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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(A somewhat long dream in which I was using Photoshop filters and vector tools to create a drawing from a photograph, instead of just drawing it by hand with a pencil on paper ... it occurred to me that the brain is much better at doing this than the computer is at the current state of technology.)
I wake up and fall right back asleep.
I'm in Egypt and I'm helping some poor little girl who has terrible obstacles to overcome in her life (precognitive: tonight, while I was at work, a coworker started up a project to send charity items to Ethiopia -- not quite Egypt, but close enough as far as a precog goes). At the dinner table in her family's house, I'm about to sit down when I remember to ask, "Has this place been taken?"
My older brother, D___, tells me that it's a myth that cultural barriers get people from other countries all upset -- I should just do things the way I'm used to doing them, and not worry about it.
(shift) Something about things being "preserved in Moscow." But what's at stake is a grandfather clock that I'm looking at in a grand entryway of some mansion. It's sitting in a fountain in the middle of the floor. I wonder if the "preservationists" are caring for it, or if it somehow is deteriorating in its present location.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Monday, February 28, 2005
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Something about ancient Egypt and a pyramid. I can't remember too much of
this part of the night's dreams. At the end of it, though, I had a piece of
parchment paper in my hands that had some kind of magical writing on it.
"Please, still be in my hands when I wake up!" I wished out loud. I woke up, and my
hands were folded across my chest...without the paper!
I got up, ate breakfast and went back to sleep.
I seemed to be living back in S__. The house I used to live in there looked
different, though. But I didn't seem to notice. What I did notice was that
a lot of snow had fallen...at least four feet...and Dad and I needed to get my
car out of the driveway to go to the store. We got in and I tried just
backing up out of the driveway, for there didn't seem to be as much snow on it.
It's funny I dreamed this, for right as I went to bed I read about the severe
winter storm that's headed this way. As I write this, it's just beginning.
I think I dreamed about it because it was on my mind.
Anyway, out in the street we drove past snowplows going the other way down
it. When I got up to the main road, Dad had somehow disappeared from the dream
and I was now by myself. I drove right into the shopping area of a department
store, as if it was connected right to the road. I stopped, though, because
I was worried my car wouldn't fit in the aisles.
I found myself back at the house. There was a short man there now with my
dad, and we all stood around talking. While there was still a lot of snow
everywhere else, it was spring in my front yard...yellow gladiolas were blooming
and the grass was green.
I think that may have been the thing that clued me in to it being a dream.
"This is a dream!" I said to my father and the man. "Everything we see around
us isn't real. We are the only real things here."
The man grew very fearful at what I had told him. It seemed I had upset his
concept of what reality was. As he looked at me with a scared expression, I
noticed that the resolution of him wasn't that high. I could see the little
block-shaped pixels that his appearance was composed of.
The whole area had somehow turned into the inside of a large warehouse. I
took a little jump and flew up into the air. I zoomed up toward the ceiling
next to a wall that was on the opposite side from the wall that had windows in it.
But the dream was beginning to fall apart. Every time I finally got near the
ceiling, I would suddenly find myself only about 3/4 of the way up it. Over
and over this happened. Eventually I grew tired of it, and directed my gaze
down at the floor. THIS caused me to zoom downwards, and then right through
the floor as if it was made of air. I kept plunging downwards at a very high
speed, right through many stories underground.
I woke up.
