Date of dream: Saturday, March 28, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
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'm at the museum of the "discovery of gold." I talk to someone about the gold "ignots" -- which is how I pronounce them, thinking as I say the word that it should be "ingnots" (wrong, I just checked the dictionary and it's "ingots!"). But then someone does violence to me (forgotten) which results in me not being able to display my exhibit of gold items.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I have another dream and wake up again, and record it. But then I fall back asleep with the recorder still in my hand. I wake up a little later to what I think is my brother's voice saying, "Al, let me in!" But then I look down and see I've accidentally pressed play and the last dream I recorded is playing back. Oddly, I don't remember a thing about it, but here's what I recorded:
Alla Litty and
said would you come with us please
so we brought freezing pizza
I realize that I heard the last part of "Alla" and my brain turned it into "Al," and then it turned "Litty and" into "let me in." Also, my voice is very similar to my brother's, so it's not surprising that my half-awake mind turned my own voice into his.
Date of dream: Friday, March 27, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
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'm lying down on a couch in the S____ Hospital, but it seems to be back in Victorian times (when the hospital was actually built). I'm gazing up at a golden urn perched atop a granite post. I start thinking it's OK to just die right here and now in the dream, so I put myself in a trance and continue to stare at it in preparation to die.
But then I wake up and think, What the hell was I thinking?!
Back asleep, I'm in another very negative dream. I'm all by myself in a (dream) apartment thinking about all the friends I'm soon going to have, but it keeps hitting me that I'm just plain alone, and making friends is a hurdle I'll never get over, not even to make just one. As I think this, I'm pushing a small tack into the wooden planks of the floor. It seems somehow symbolic of being just horribly trapped in loneliness.
I wake up and am startled again. I do live kind of a solitary life, but I see a lot of people in the course of my day and have conversations with people I feel are my friends. So I don't feel that lonely in my waking life ... but perhaps there is a part of my subconscious that feels it acutely? And this is why it comes out in dreams?
Date of dream: Friday, January 18, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I'm at a house that my mother and father have just moved into [not remembering that my mom has passed away in real
life]. I go to run an errand for them, but my car gets blocked in a cul-de-sac by other drivers who just stop in the middle
of the road and block the way out.
(shift) I'm driving back to their house, the previous problem with the other cars completely forgotten. But my eyesight
fades as I'm driving, and I worry that I'm coming down with some horrible neurological disorder. I do something to make
it come back so I can at least see where I'm going. But now everything seems to be tinted in a purple sepia, and the
scene looks like something out of an Edward Hopper painting [this is the second time my dreams have been influenced by
his paintings -- undoubtedly because I have a calendar of his work on my bedroom wall this year].
(shift) I'm floating up next to a wall in an ancient building that seems to be Roman in design. There are gold pieces
embedded in the wall in rows.
I zoom in for a closer look at one of them. It actually says the name of a Pharaoh that ruled Egypt, and his image is
embedded in the coin. He's wearing the typical tall, cylindrical hat and is in a robe. I look at some of the other coins, and
see they have names of rulers of various countries written on them, as well as their images [I can only remember the
image of the Pharaoh now, and not even what his name was].
I wake up.
