Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: WBTB
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A coworker from real life, I___, is angry because someone put a headless, bronze eagle on a kitchen counter.
So I throw it out for her.
I wake up and go right back to sleep.
After dreaming for a very long time, I find myself in an almost lucid situation where I'm a passenger in a car with my dad and my mother's driving. I realize that something's not right. Didn't we have we driver's license taken away when she crashed into a drug store and ended up in the ICU for three months? She's driving sort of OK right now, but I can see she is still very ill and is having trouble moving her foot from the gas pedal to the brake and back again. We narrowly miss a few jersey barriers, and she's going too fast.
I think about all of this, and then my thoughts suddenly clear. Not only is it true that we took her driving rights away, but she also passed away a year ago. I realize that I'm in touch with her spirit from the other side.
After thinking about it for a moment, I say, "Mom, you're a good driver." The reason I said it is because she was always so proud of what a good driver she was during her healthy years, and it was torture for her in real life when her driving began to deteriorate.
"Well, I'm 89 and I'm not so good anymore," she replies, much to my surprise.
"No, you are a good driver," I insist, really wanting her to feel confident again.
I turn to a young man sitting next to me in the passenger seat. In my confused dream state, I see him as my mother's deceased half-sister AND as this half-sister's husband, H____.
"I know you're not H___," I say, which is somehow also true in my scheme of dream logic, "but this is a dream."
He seems to already know.
"Mom's already gone," I tell him, and choke up a little in sadness, "but I want to help my dad in whatever way I can before HE leaves."
I wake up and immediately feel stunned that I remembered all of the conversation.
If I include the time before my mother was born, when my grandmother was pregnant, my mother would indeed be 89 -- of course, this is counting the time after she passed away, too. Maybe there is some kind of scale for age that's slightly different when we get to the other side.
The young man could have been my deceased uncle taking on the form he had when he was young. This didn't occur to me, though -- my dream logic combined him with my aunt, and then I told him he wasn't my uncle. Strange, convoluted thought processes when we dream.
My father is still alive, but is having quite serious health problems. I think that's why I remembered so many details of the conversation in the dream, because I was meant to remember it ... and do something about it.