Date of dream: Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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In an evening scene, I'm with some people looking at orange tipped, white flowers. They're bell shaped, and I feel a sense of awe at how lovely they are. The dream shifts so that they are red berries, and I don't even notice the change. Now we're debating whether or not we should wear them.
I look down at the nearby street and see what looks like a severed hand. It must be fake, I try to reassure myself, but I can detect a bad odor, like that of rotting flesh (in real life I've all but lost my sense of smell ... but it does reappear in some of my dreams -- drat, why couldn't it have been something nice in this dream?!). I think maybe I should take on the task of cleaning up this small town, but then I quickly remind myself that I shouldn't be giving myself more projects to do.
I wake up and fall right back asleep.
I'm helping in the production of some musical play at a small theater (I forgot much of this dream, but I do recall that it was very cohesive). One guy dressed in white doesn't have to act, he just has to make an appearance on stage several times, and change his outfit in between.
I turn around and find myself looking out of a cargo bay of a plane at some clouds far below. It's close to sunset, and they're tinged purplish red. I notice what looks like a dinosaur shape cloud -- specifically, it's in the shape of a brachiosaurus.
Suddenly I'm lucid and I think, What if the dinosaur cloud did come to life? This idea makes me feel happy, even though it doesn't happen. I think about how life is pretty good even if dreams like this are all we have to brighten up our existence.
Suddenly the plane is landing, and it feels like we're going down at too sharp an angle. Still lucid, I control the plane with my mind so it levels out. But then I see we have a very short space to land on, and it's covered with snow. No problem! I make the plane skid in a few circles on the slick surface until it comes to a stop.
I wake up and still feel happy.
Date of dream: Wednesday, August 24, 2005
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I was at my old brick apartment near where I used to work in S___. I was lying on the floor in a
sleeping bag, for the apartment seemed to be devoid of furniture. A potted plant was on the floor
near me, and a vine hanging out from it was draped on the floor. It was wilted, though. I put my
hand on it and my whole forearm began to glow red. Where I touched the vine, it turned bright green
and the color spread upwards through the vine back to the plant. My finger was glowing yellow at
that point, too. I peered over the plant to look at its other side and spotted some five-petaled
flowers there that were pink and also a little wilted. Carefully I held one of them between my
index finger and thumb, and the petals shot outward and caused the flower to be in full, lush bloom.
I kept doing this to the other flowers, until they were all a vibrant pink.
I put my hand on my other arm, because it felt kind of funny. Once more there were the color
changes, although now different, random colors glowed where I touched my arm, such as green and
white. I was a little puzzled that the colors were now different, even though touching my arm did
cause it to feel better.
On some level, I became aware that I was dreaming for I began trying to get out of my body for an
out-of-body experience. I crawled out of the sleeping bag and carefully stood up. However, one of
my astral legs felt slightly disabled. I wondered momentarily if it had anything to do with my
physical leg being in an awkward position, and perhaps the astral leg could not move completely free
because of its invisible connection to the physical leg.
I woke up, but did not move. I thought, Why not go right back into the dream, before I totally
wake up? And that's exactly what I did.
I was still in the brick apartment. Now there was a transparent, blue glass vase on a table in
front of me. I had to get out of the sleeping bag again, and I got out of my body at the same time.
Once more, my leg felt inhibited...I assumed that I must have had this leg in a funny position when
I went to sleep.
A woman was now in the room (I can't remember too much about her). I knew I was dreaming, and I
asked her if I could pretend if the vase was magical.
"Certainly!" she said. "Rub it, and a genie will come out."
Excited by this possibility, I began rubbing my thumb on the glass surface in circles. Soon white,
misty fog began billowing up out of the opening. The whole cloud of it drifted over next to the
front door of the apartment, and I watched it expectantly. But this is what it turned into.
picture taken by Mark D. Phillips on 9/11
www.markdphillips.com/
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I was horrified. It was the mysterious face that had formed in the smoke of the World Trade Centers
on 9-11, just as a photographer had snapped a picture...that strangely looked like the face of the
devil! I woke myself up quickly, out of fear.
But as I lay there, once again not moving, I calmed myself down and thought I should try to dream
again. I shouldn't be so afraid of images like this in my dreams, I told myself.
And so I found myself in still yet another dream. However, I had lost my lucidity. I was helping a
friend of mine who I haven't seen in years get ready for his wedding. It did not occur to me that
this was odd, for he turned out to be gay a couple of years later when I happened to run into him in
real life at a gay pride parade. It was also in near the hospital I used to work at in S___, even
though when I knew him I was already working at the hospital in the city. There was much confusion
over getting the details of the wedding ready, and I was trying to help as best I could. But the
simple fact was that the stupor of dream confusion hung over my mind as well. A family from India
came in and began working on some preparation for the wedding as well.
I began to erase a chalk drawing on a large blackboard. It was where we were going to paste the
wedding announcements, but the truth of the matter was that whoever had done the chalk drawing was a
master artist. It was of a flower in a vase and some stained glass windows. There were also some
words in script writing (I can't remember now what they were). However, I seemed to have no regrets
about wiping out this masterpiece. But as I attempted to do so, the drawing seemed to grow more
impressionistic and beautiful instead of disappearing. Still I did not question whether I should be
erasing it.
The eraser turned into a water hose and I was standing outside of a medieval church trying to wash
the chalk off with a torrent of water. A woman at a desk that was outside the church was getting
splattered. Oddly, I did not even notice that this major shift in the dream had just occurred. The
only thing in my head was that I somehow had to get the blackboard clean before J___'s wedding.
I woke up and, again, did not move. The light from outside my window was filtering through my
closed eyelids, and i was surprised to see that little red disks were swarming through my field of
vision! Were they red blood cells going through my retinas? I couldn't figure it out. I look at
red blood cells every day in my laboratory job (under the microscope), and it looked just like what
I see there.
RED BLOOD CELLS - 2004 -
120x120cm
acryl on canvas
© Irene Johnsen
I got a sense for a brief moment of what it's like to contact the spirit of someone who has died, in
the context of a dream. I think I got a picture in my mind's eye of an old woman who had died, and
her spirit was approaching me. I woke up completely and opened my eyes.
