al's Dream Journal
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I drive up a perilous, rocky path on top of some tall ocean cliffs. On the edge of one is a building that is sort of a brownstone, but the sides are a little too smooth. People are looking out of all of its windows.
I wake up.
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I'm sleeping on a gym floor, but I think this is normal and it doesn't make me lucid. There are friends and family milling about me in the gym.
I look through my closed eyelids at ceiling and can still see it. Wow, I think, that's cool -- I must be seeing with my third eye!
I slowly liquify my hands and start to fall through the floor. It takes a long time, though. Finally I get too impatient and just roll out of my body, off the edge of the sleeping bag, and through the floor that way.
(long part to the dream here, now forgotten because this dream went on for so long)
I float into a bathroom that's in disrepair. I sense a spirit there and a blast of warm air confirms it in my mind (odd, I thought spirits produced cold drafts of air!). My fear increases when I see what I think is evil writing on the wall.
I blast out of there and begin flying rapidly over what seems to be a "fractal city" -- that is, I'm aware that my brain is creating the buildings I'm flying past, but also aware that they are contrived on what seem to be very simple design rules and then put together in a very scientific way based on these minimal rules. I kind of marvel at this -- I didn't think my brain, at my age, was still capable of such a feat. The buildings are highly cohesive, even though they do seem randomly assembled.
Some of the designs aren't
like anything I've ever seen, in particular an art deco-like design of cream
colored bricks in blocky patterns over very dark brown bricks.
No! I tell myself. That can't be.
I begin to have my usual worry that I've been in the dream state for too long. Planning to vigorously shake my head back and forth so I'll be certain to wake up, I turn my head to the right ... AND WAKE UP.
I realize I was very close to the waking state the whole time.
I look at my bedside pad and see that I recorded these words, although I have no memory now of the dream they were from --
car
sauna
five-gear underdrive and overdrive
trip
live downstairs
flood -- ruin Hawaiian shirt
visualize poorly
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Precognitive because parts of this dream seemed to have picked up elements of this show that I watched today, that I had previously recorded:
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Grandma, my siblings,
some friends and I were about to go on our third historic house tour for the
day. But it was the same house -- we were just so enthralled with the stories
the tour guide told about the old brownstone that was perched up in between
two modern buildings, that we couldn't get enough. The tour guide just happened
to be the minister of my church IRL. So, this third time that we showed up,
we climbed the difficult stairs that led to the entrance to the brownstone,
which oddly happened to be a barn door that was wide open. A little ways off,
a train passed by on an elevated trestle.
My minister saw it was us again and seemed genuinely puzzled by what we found
so interesting about the house tour. Suddenly I realized Grandma hadn't made
it up the stairs yet. I rushed out, and saw she was on the verge of collapsing
about halfway up the stairs. It briefly occurred to me that this outing might
have been too much for her poor health, but it did NOT occur to me that she
passed away IRL in the 1980s.
I went to help her, but woke up instead.
