Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: WBTB
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[link to my artwork -- to see the ones that are animated: click on image, then "View main page," and finally "ALL SIZES"]
In an early dream, I'm getting my mother on a plane. She's healthy in this dream, and when I wake up from it I immediately hope that it means she's making progress "on the other side" (she passed away a year and a half ago).
I take an Aleve because of pains in my feet from running too hard the day before and go back to sleep.
I'm moving into a new apartment. Part of it has been demolished, but a new wall has been put up so that it isn't open to the air. However, for a moment the demolished part reappears in its original place, and the only thing different about it and the rest of the building is that it's a bright green.
Amazingly, this doesn't make me lucid. To the contrary, I think to myself, I really wish this was a dream, but it doesn't get more real than this ... moving day is upon me, and there's no way of getting out of it.
Even worse, I'm worried about how my dad is moving in with me and he has some serious psychological problems that I don't know how to help him with (these problems he has are very true in real life, too). My old friend from art school, M___, lives in same complex we're moving into (M___ is a recurring character in my dreams, even though I was only friends with him for a couple of years).
I note that slope of the floor in the main studio/bedroom is worse than I thought -- it's almost 45 degrees steep. My father goes down to the bottom of the slope and lies down, seemingly very tired.
I feel like I've moved into a fish tank. My brother, B__, appears on the scene and tells me to put both beds on the flat part at bottom of the slope so that at least our beds won't be at an angle (B___ helping in such a superficial way reflects real life right now, too -- I've told him in phone messages recently of two very big waking life problems I'm having to deal with and he hasn't even returned my calls. One problems is that depression seems to be rearing its ugly head in my life again and I don't know what to do about it, and the other is that my workplace situation has become extremely stressful).
Then I discover that at the top of the slope is one closed off bedroom ... and the floor in it is level! I want to take it for myself, but I realize my father probably needs it more than I do.
I wake up and fall right back to sleep in a new dream.
I'm counting sidewalk squares and am semi-lucid. But I seem to think doing this will help me predict the winning lottery daily number. Then I'm at the house of someone in my writing group. I create an animation on his blackboard by pushing drawings around I just did of ships with faces on them.
It's almost as if the blackboard is more like Photoshop than it is a regular blackboard (precognitive: when I was doing this animation just a couple of hours ago in real life, I realized that maybe I'm actually dreaming into the future of the animations I will be doing later on in the day? I don't know ...).
I wake up a number of times and yet go back into the exact same dream. A bunch of phone numbers run through my head, including (XXX) XXX-XXXX (reverse lookup came up with the message, "Unpublished or Unavailable" when I tried to find it just now -- I didn't want to post it here in my dream, in case it actually is someone's home phone number).
There were many more (forgotten) numbers. I wake up one more time and go back into the same dream -- but this time I decide to push the limits of it a little. I push my head through a wall, and it gives way slowly as if it is made of molasses. However, I can sense that my dream arms and legs are in the same position that my real body arms and legs are in as I sleep in my bed. Slowly, I move them out of those positions until I am completely free. I feel my dream body separating from my real, sleeping body as I do this.
I end up in the storage basement of a large department store. I go up an escalator (precognitive -- I ended up on many escalators today in real life, even though it was my day off).
I wake up.