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brothers are disappointed in my career choice

Date of dream: Sunday, January 04, 2009

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Lucid Intent? Yes    

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[lucid assignment:  let the dream direct itself, and just go along with the plot as an extra would ... but don't let on that your goal is to passively absorb spiritual energy from all aspects of the dream, including the "evil" ones.  If necessary, fool other dream characters into thinking you're not lucid by acting the way they expect you to act]

I'm somewhere in Manhattan, sitting in a restaurant with my two brothers.  I have a suit on and I'm starting my career as a businessman, which they both highly approve of (in real life, I chose the least illustrious career of the four of us -- being a hospital lab tech ... but I don't envy the compromises they have to make all the time to stay at the top of their cutthroat career ladders).  

Suddenly both of them get sick of talking to me.  I shrug and take off running.  At one point I'm actually skidding along on the surface of puddles of water in my bare feet, almost as if I'm barefoot water-skiing (something my older brother could do in real life ... I, on the other hand, could never even get up on TWO skis on the family water-skiing expeditions).

I come across a pothole that's full of muddy water.  I'm almost lucid, but the puddle looks so REAL -- the skyscrapers behind are reflected in it, and their reflections ripple as a breeze stirs the surface -- that I decide I must be awake.  I feel semi-drugged, though.

I wake up and am startled at how detailed the puddle in the pothole looked.

In a new dream, a statue that looks a little bit like Michelangelo's "David" is alive and moving around.  He is attracted to a statue of a fairy-like nymph, but the latter is not alive as he is.  However, he keeps touching it as if he can't contain his desire for it.

I warn him that he needs to get the statue's consent to be touching it like that.  My advice annoys him and this seems to trigger a shift in the dream.

Now I send a toy wind-up car off down the hallway in a church.  When it bumps over a power cord strung across the floor, it disappears for a moment (this should have made me at least a little bit lucid, but it did not).

I wake up.

Keywords
toy car
Manhattan
New York City
Michelangelo
statue
 Add'l Emotions
disapproving
humiliated

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homeless in Manhattan

Date of dream: Friday, February 29, 2008

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? Yes     Lucid Technique: WBTB

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Dad and I live in a room that's open to the street in New York City.  We have to share a bed together, but I have a terrible time sleeping and I keep getting up and out of bed and wandering out into the busy, dark, city street.  Finally, I go back to bed and manage to get a little sleep.

But I'm reawakened by the fact that I'm right in the middle of wetting the bed.  I leap out of the bed, but I don't wake Dad up, because I'm so embarrassed.  My looped music of William Buhlman's "Waves of Lights" is playing in the background [which is what I actually have playing on my bedside table every night, to help me sleep].  I worry that passers-by on the street will think that's strange that I'm trying to sleep to New Age music.

Then Dad's gone for a while.  When he reappears, we are now both homeless people in New York City.  Mom shows up for a little while, too, and I don't remember that in real life she passed away.  She's looking for ice cream, and wanders off away from us in search of it.

I drop some cheap trinket toys on the sidewalk, and suddenly I'm in the lobby of a ritzy, Manhattan hotel.  As I try to pick up my things, a woman wearing expensive diamonds and a mink stole drops a whole treasure trove of her jewelry in about the same location.  We both scrabble about, awkwardly trying to avoid each other as we retrieve our items.  I'm avoiding her items because I don't want her to accuse me of stealing, and she's avoiding my items ... and me ... because I'm in my underwear and appear to be a homeless person that somehow wandered into the hotel lobby.

I wake up, and check my sheets to make sure they are dry ... thankfully, they are.

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  • Confusion
  • Helpless
    		•  Keywords
    jewelry
    Manhattan
    		 Add'l Emotions
    depressed

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