Date of dream: Thursday, October 29, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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We're "focusing" on a haunted spirit, and it turns out no focusing is necessary if it's just a tiny spirit. But then we look at one that's large and the size and shape of a box (exactly how they looked was forgotten). People are kind of scared of the possibility of being able to view them like this. P____ H____ is there and she says, "Well, my phone is haunted... people call and just go,' haa-ahhhh ... haa-ahhhh ... AH ha ha!"
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
Going through toys and trinkets and I come across a spherical alien head made out of shiny, white alabaster. It has a little knobby neck sticking out of it and its tiny facial features -- dwarfed by the size of the head -- are the same as the ones from that website "Have you seen this man?"
There are some other smaller alien heads, too, but they are made of some gummy material that keeps getting stuck my hands (all the rest of the toys were forgotten when I woke up).
Date of dream: Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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I'm floating through the crawl space underneath a (dream) house that I think I live in. I see all kinds of possessions that were really precious to me (dream memory, on awakening none of them seemed familiar to me).
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
At a convention in a hotel, elevator doors open but then I see that elevator cars dropping at a faster and faster speed. Oddly, they are all stacked one on top of each other.
Please slow down, I think, and am surprised when they do.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
In a parking lot near a small building, I see some Middle Eastern guys talking in their car. I get up close and eavesdrop and hear them discussing in a terrorist plot (note from waking self to dreaming self: that is a stereotype). They have done their best to look American, sporting Western haircuts and modern clothes. But that is part of their plot for getting past the authorities.
I swing open the passenger side door and begin fighting with the guy right there, knowing I'll probably get shot.
(shift) I'm driving on a dark road following a sports car that's going too fast. I'm driving very erratically, going back and forth over the yellow line. The sports car turns off the road suddenly and I keep going but I see ahead of me jagged asphalt and a drop-off thousands of feet into a canyon below. Someone has drawn chalk arrows pointing to where the road ends, but it's too late for me to stop. They've also written the words, "Watch out!" I fly out over the canyon and then began to plunge downwards, certain that I will die.
My consciousness fades for a moment and then I come to in my wrecked car. I look down at my hand and blood is dripping from my mouth onto it (post-cognitive -- the story I'm writing has a scene like this in it). I think to myself, I don't want to die! Please don't let me die! I still have things I need to do in life.
I wake up and am greatly relieved it was just a dream. (NOTE -- I added this later on ... this turned out to be precognitive. My nephew sent me the link to this video today --
It starts out EXACTLY like my dream!)
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
A coworker, D____, and I are sitting in the back of a Winnebago and she's asking me about saw palmetto and if it diminishes libido. I somehow have dream confusion that saw palmetto is an antidepressant.
(shift) I point out to her all the cars passing us on the freeway that have their headlights off. That prompts me put my seatbelt on.
(shift) We're approaching a downtown area of a city now and my father is driving, having refused to let my mother drive.
(shift) Now my mother is driving and my grandmother is sitting in the passenger seat. I see a religious sculpture memorial erected by the church that I grew up in (oxymoron, one of the things they didn't believe in was statues). Alabaster reliefs are embedded into the dark brown wood of a building.
I think to myself that even though I'm not religious anymore, my grandmother would have really enjoyed this -- for she always remained a Catholic at heart (there has been another shift and she's no longer with us in the vehicle).
My mother says she's sick of driving and trying to get to places on time, and that since we are on vacation we should stop rushing. So I tell them about the memorial and we stop to look at it. (shift) My grandmother is back in the passenger seat, and when I'm helping her out she starts to fall and bumps her ribs. I quickly grab her in a hug, hoping she didn't break anything. She's as light as a feather.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
Going across a bridge over a canyon, my nephew, M___, and I see a creature reclining in a niche in the rocks on the other side. Instead of hair, she has the Medusa like arms of an aloe vera plant -- very similar to the plant I have in real life in my living room. The rest of her is human, but I can't think clearly and I wonder if she's a wild animal that I can't think the name of. Is she a cougar? M____ won't look at her at all.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I practice asking a guy out using my digital voice recorder. Timidly I say into it, "Will you go out with me?" But I'm frustrated with how wimpy I sound when I play it back. Then my thoughts get off on a tangent thinking about how most people think that they're unattractive when they're not.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
By pressing on a little plastic chip, I change the colors of the plastic. They cycle rapidly, and I'm amazed by this technology, having no idea that I'm dreaming.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
In South B____, I become lucid and look up at the stars in the night sky. I stare at the moon, hoping to fly up to it. But then I see a satellite in a rapid elliptical orbit around the moon -- but its orbit is getting bigger and bigger until finally it escapes the moon's gravity and disappears off into space. The moon is then replaced by a series of fuzzy, white lines and I wake up.
Date of dream: Thursday, February 05, 2009
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Level of Cohesiveness:
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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 on a movie set. Be acutely aware of opportunities to interact with the dream characters as they arise, and in this way change the mix of the dream.]
I wake up early in the night with the odd word, "delicitatious," in my ear; I still have the thought that it means to "harm someone's motives." (A google search revealed almost nothing on this non-existent word!)
I go right back to sleep because I'm so tired.
There's an athletic young man trying to fight the "powers that be" by training himself to challenge any obstacle they put in his way. So he is training by pulling himself up from an upside-down position with his feet chained to a rope hanging from a gymnasium ceiling. It's not going too well for him, though ... it turns out this is too big of a challenge than what he thought he was in for, and he keeps collapsing back into a hanging down position with no energy to do anything at all.
The dream shifts.
I'm now determined that my "agenda" for my dream will dominate it (how strange, especially now that I've kind of given up on this whole idea of controlling my "dreaming mind"). So I'm in a story in which I want the dream to go a certain way. If someone doesn't go along with the plot of my dream I say, "CUT!"
But one dream-character man seems particularly set against me in my resolve.
Finally realizing that he is aware of my intentions to keep the dream in control, I shout at him, "You keep it up and you're OUT of this dream!"
I shoot lightning at him, before he can respond. But suddenly I see he has swollen knees with braces around them. Without even a second thought I switch to "healing mode," and press my palms against his knees to "fix" his problem.
There's an odd shift, though -- his legs turn into liquid contained in a soft, textured plastic container. I'm losing my instincts, too, as the dream progresses ... I think that all I have to do is add a "create muscles" command to the "heal" one. Why else would a real leg have nothing but a balloon full of liquid in it?!
I wake up and am surprised at how stupid I became towards the end of the dream.
I go right back to sleep and am looking at a bunch of gravestones. They are underwater and have markers on them, with names. I see that one of them has the name "ETCHY" on it, and it appears to be a white, alabaster laptop with a small latch ... which I press and the lid instantly pops up.
A black-and-white narration of "Etchy's" life appears on a ridiculously small screen in the middle of the large display. It's a movie that goes through the phases of "Etchy's" life.
Then, when I go out of this area, a young man is talking about Etchy as if she is still alive.
I go up to him and ask how they made her gravestone and the movie in the laptop ... that was sitting right on top of her gravestone.
He says, "That can't be ... she's still alive!"
I wonder if something is amiss. I look down at what I'm wearing and notice my clothing looks very 70'ish.
Have I gone back in time?
I look at my watch -- it's a gold Timex with HANDS ... instead of a digital display.
Finally giving in to the idea that I have indeed time travelled, I sit with him and he and his friends and prepare to talk about what has happened in the many years since the 70s.
But I wake up before they can say a word.
