Level of Lucidity: 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.]
There were more words on my recorder this morning that I have no memory of recording ... again, this was the off night where I took a little more of my meds (tonight I'll take less, this is how I avoid having to use the pill splitter to make the doses equal for every night) --
lake
see who could get the Brooklyn Bridge first
concentrate really hard
after I fall asleep
the teasing each other
backing up getting ready to go
the cam out a phone
animal sacrifice is OK for some religions
the setting is the house in NH
In the last dream of the night, I'm suddenly very lucid in what seems to be the lobby of an old hotel in the city I live near. My coworkers are all there, and I'm not so lucid that my logic is working correctly or, for that matter, that I remember what I want to do in a lucid dream (see the small print in the header of this dream). I start asking my coworkers what they want me to find out for them after I wake up, since I seem to think I have psychic powers while in the waking state and can bring the information back to them after I fall back asleep the next night. I ask about five of them this question and they each give me very specific tasks (however, I can only remember the last two now that I'm awake).
K____K_____ asks me to find out the gossip about another coworker, M___. But then K____ K_____ turns into another coworker and asks me to find out about K____ K_____! I don't notice this change in the dream, but it does confuse me enough so that I do say, "But you ARE K____ K_____ ...."
Another coworker, Ka___ doesn't get the concept of what I'm doing and just says to me, "Have a great time!"
Then I get ready to wake up. The second I'm awake, though, the memory of most of the questions and who asked vanishes from my memory. I even try lying down and going back into the dream, to no avail.
I feel a little amused that it turns out it was I who didn't get the concept!
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:Rating: Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I'm in a hotel room and I keep going in and out of the dream. But I think real life is the hotel, and my bedroom is the dream. I feel mentally disabled and can't think clearly. I'm looking out the hotel window when I suddenly become very weak and collapse. People come in and scorn me for being ill.
(shift) I see the Vermeer painting that I did a number of animations and copies of in art school. Someone has done a new animation on it.
I wake up and realize that the animation I saw on the web recently of Picasso's Guernica --
-- must have stimulated my subconscious to recall all the animations I did of the painting of Vermeer's. IRL I also have a charcoal and conte crayon replica that I did of the Vermeer -- it's framed and hanging in my living room.
Level of Lucidity: Level of Cohesiveness:Rating: Lucid Intent?
Yes
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I'm looking at an aerial
photo of a road in Siberia. I'm in some class where the teacher is explaining
a very unusual geological phenomenon to us. It's like how the San Andreas Fault
in California makes roads shift so that they're broken and no longer straight,
but this is even stranger in that it kind of creates an airbrushed effect with
the part of the road that has shifted. There is some word for this (forgotten).
(shift) A lecture is being
given about kids using recreational drugs, to actually assist them in some other
kind of recovery. It makes perfect sense to me (but less so now that I'm awake).
I'm sleeping in a bed in
the hotel in N___, the town we moved away from IRL when I was six (and we really
did stay in that hotel the day we left town). I think it's real life, and while
I'm aware I'm on the verge of an OBE, I have no clue that this is not the bed
I went to sleep in the night before. On my stomach, I focus on my nose pressing
against the pillow. Soon it dissolves right through it, and the rest of my body
falls through ... however, I suddenly find myself rolling right out of the side
of the hotel over Park Street. I'm floating two stories above the ground, and
I'm stark naked! But I seem to be invisible and in my astral form, for no one
below notices me.
I wake up and don't move
or even open my eyes. I try the "nose pressing" technique again, and
I'm once more successful. But I lose just a little lucidity when I find myself
inside of a familiar house that I immediately think we lived in at one time
(dream memory or a past life memory was at work here ... and perhaps a little
mixture of a real life memory, too, for the house slightly resembled one we
lived in back in 1964).
Suddenly my lucidity comes
back full force and I exclaim to someone, "This is a dream!"
Next, I walk outside and
go up to a plant that seems to have many spines that are almost glowing because
they are so detailed and reticulated. I open my eyes wide and try to absorb
the spiritual energy of strange plant.
(I have to admit, as I was working on the illustration for this, it took on
a life of its own -- this is not really very much how the plant looked in my
dream, but as I finished animating this IRL, I felt like I was "creating
a dream" of something I've never seen).
I wake up.
Additional Comments:
I'll have to try the "nose-pressing technique" some more -- that worked pretty good for me last night.
