Date of dream: Monday, April 06, 2009
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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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 with these words in my head: "exotically fashion soaked." (I'm not sure why this has started happening to me so much lately, perhaps it's because I now record my dreams into a DVR and am just remembering more.)
(record, fall back to sleep)
I'm in a house in D___, a suburb far away from where I live.
There are other people around, but I'm very lucid and focused on what I'm doing. I'm trying to create a TV in a box using my thoughts. It begins sparkling with electricity, but there's a shift.
I'm still lucid, but I'm telling everyone it's only a dream ... all you have to do is snap your fingers and what you say will appear (I guess part of the shift was that the rules changed). A man nearby does just that, but all that happens is that little, robotic chips appear floating in the air inside of the same cardboard box I had tried to create a TV in.
"Hey, how about if I call K___?" he says and snaps his fingers again (K___ is a coworker). A phone appears in his hand, but I can hear a strange, unintelligible voice coming over it. Feeling bad that his efforts to contact her aren't really working out, I try to imitate K___'s voice and kind of throw it like I suppose a ventriloquist would, covering my mouth with my hand so he won't see my lips moving. K____ appears right in the room with us ... but I don't notice (dream logic was apparently making me less lucid).
"Why are you trying to imitate me when I'm right here?!" K___ suddenly says with some indignation.
We all laugh ... really, DUH, the real K___ is there!
I wake up.
Date of dream: Thursday, July 24, 2008
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A doctor's wife has new glasses made for her every day. I ask her if that's why the ones she has on are so stylish (the frames are semi-transparent and tinted purple).
(shift) I'm watching a video of a UFO. But the resolution keeps changing so that it looks blocky and out of focus, and when it comes back in focus, it's changed into a small airplane (and vica versa).
I wake up, take a Tylenol PM, and go back to sleep.
In a new dream, and near the lab down the hallway from my workplace, a tall man arrives and delivers bandaids (per my request, dream memory tells me).
I think I recognize him as the one who I saw in a shouting match with a doctor about a year before, in the hallway just outside our lab -- when I worked the overnight shift. I take a chance and say, "You never know when you might need these band-aids -- I saw two doctors fighting outside of our lab just about a year ago, and I thought they were going to start hitting each other ... and me, too."
He looks perplexed at what I'm saying like he doesn't know why I'm talking about this with him, and he leaves. I tell my coworkers the story, but exaggerate it a little so that they will conclude it was the same person I saw fighting a year ago. They seem impressed, except for one coworker who is very logical about things (dream character, he was Middle Eastern, and didn't resemble anyone I work with in real life). He dissects my story until I have to admit that I'm not sure if it was the person ... and why would they start hitting me if they were arguing with each other, anyway? (this dream was sort of precognitive -- we got news today that a resident who had rotated through our lab about THREE years ago was just killed in a motor scooter accident, and we had to look up his picture on Google news just to try and remember what he looked like).
(shift) I'm shooting large bolts of lightning out of my hands at armored tanks approaching us over the desert. We're in a little building near the helipad of the old hospital I used to work at in S___ (IRL, it's in a verdant, green environment, not desert-like at all).
It works, the lighting causes them to blow up. J___, someone in the environmental group I belong to in real life, is with us and I've been told I can't let her see me using my powers. They tell me to create some kind of magical cloak so that she won't see it when I shoot lightning at the tanks.
There's a tall guy helping me, who I seem to be acquainted with, and who also has some kind of power, but I'm not clear on what it is. He has a distinct face and isn't handsome, but isn't homely either (dream character, unfamiliar to me now that I'm awake).
My next task is to melt trays of material that have gotten stuck to each other -- they've been trying to pull them apart and they can't. It takes me a little while, but after shooting lightning at them for a bit, I get them all apart. By now, though, the people I'm helping are beginning to take my magical power for granted and barely acknowledge what I've just done for them.
I wake up.
Additional Comments:
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Date of dream: Monday, June 23, 2008
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Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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A coworker who's mean to me in real life is being rude to me in a dream. We're in a department store. Suddenly, a fire breaks out.
(shift) We're now in a nearby building, and confusion reigns. I see a woman who has the smooth and almost featureless head of one of those "stylish" mannequins. Facial features drawn in an old-fashioned way with a pencil, including ears, hair, eyes, nose and mouth, are on the surface of her strange head. Oddly, I don't even see her as being abnormal in any way.
She's arguing with something I apparently just said, but don't remember. "The mayor of New York City is NOT so nice!" she almost shouts at me.
A fireman questions me on what happened in the department store, but I tell him I don't know since I wasn't there. But then my memory wavers ... WAS I there?
"Well, if I have to speculate what happened, this is how I think it occurred," I begin. "But, don't forget, I'm a science fiction writer, so my speculation may be a little out there."
I woke up early and concentrated on the target image for the RV experiment I'm in.
I saw a large cumulus cloud half-lit up by a setting sun. Then a retro-looking, neon-green lettered sign that reads: "Warfare with Mashed Potatoes."
I get up, already quite awake from doing the meditation for the experiment (sometimes meditation has an effect like caffeine on me, I don't quite understand why).
