Date of dream: Friday, August 14, 2009
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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An accident has occurred in a nuclear power plant in Kabul, Afghanistan. As a result, the infrastructure of the entire world has been broken and I'm in my dorm watching the bad news with other students.
Some people, realizing this is their big chance, are starting to break the law. The first sign I see of these is that S___ G. steals the Doritos I'm eating right out of my hands. I quickly realize I won't be able to fight him, for he's stronger than me ... so I just give up on the idea of getting my chips back.
(shift) I see my face on a video screen but it's a cartoon version of me, so I purposely smile really big and my face turns green along with my teeth.
Now S___ is apologizing for stealing my Doritos, but I wave him off, exclaiming, "They were only Doritos ... keep them!"
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
A low cohesion dream in which we're all on a train flying through the air. In the back of my mind, the low cohesion bothers me and I want the dream to make sense --- so with my thoughts I start creating a jet out of one of the cars.
My three-year-old niece is upset that I'm doing this, but I tell her it must be done, and then I fly away in the jet from the rest of the train.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
The math teacher is going to hold a competition and yet I still don't understand the quadratic formula, which we just covered in the previous class. But I don't tell anyone, including my friend who will be competing with me. I feel very embarrassed, though, and stupid. Students leave as they are disqualified.
My teacher was very bad at explaining math, I tell myself to make myself feel better.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Saturday, September 20, 2008
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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"]
Something about a little dog ... a Chihuahua? (precog: I saw a preview for the new movie about Chihuahuas, and I also saw Legally Blonde on Broadway this past spring, in which a very well-trained Chihuahua jumped and barked at exactly the right times in the musical).
Then, my brother, B___, is driving a VW bug and I'm a passenger. We're going through a pirate re-enactment of 1776 (precognitive: they're doing a re-enactment of pirate history in my town today, and I just happened to stumble across it while I was jogging IRL).
A pirate girl makes him stop and she starts drumming on the hood of our car, some pirate beat.
Suddenly I'm very disturbed by my brother's attitude ... he's talking "down his nose," that is, he seems to have an attitude that his look on things is more important than what's happening right in front of us right now.
"This is not the B___ I knew back in 1976," I say to him.
There's a lapse in time in my consciousness, and the next thing I know there's been a car accident. and B___ is still driving. He's had some kind of glass injury and is bleeding, and now my older brother, D____, is a passenger as well and is likewise injured. But B___ continues to drive on.
I pull out the ignition key and grab the steering wheel, turning it hard to the right, so the car grinds against the wall of the tunnel we're passing through and comes to a stop. I look up at the cement of the tunnel wall, and see a strange pattern similar to the nuclear radioactivity warning ... 
... but it doesn't make me lucid (although why WOULD an animated radioactive symbol appear on a solid cement wall in real life?!). I start gathering blankets together, knowing we have a long hike ahead of us on foot. My brothers and I are going to be homeless and without resources, because they're CRAZY, and I'm the only one that now cares if they survive or not.
I wake up, eat a yogurt, and go back to sleep.
I see a supposedly clumsy woman that could land on her feet when her parachute failed after she fell out of a plane. She used many quick movements with her body to create fiction, someone tells me -- this slowed her descent. Her heels clomped down on the pavement and she walked away, not in the least bit hurt by her contact with the cement.
I ask a professor, "Why don't we invent something similar that creates friction that would replace the need for a parachute?"
The woman's name flashes through my head -- Mrs. Codley Beaulimont -- and I wake up.
(I found this image on the web and it seemed to portray the feeling of Codley's sequence in my dream) --
There are large, red jets in the sky. But they're sort of shaped like dirigibles, and I almost become lucid because it hardly seems like there can be jets that are shaped like this.
My sister, C___, is driving and I'm a passenger, but she almost keeps drifting off the road as she peers upward into the sky to study the enormous red and white jets.
(shift) A man is showing signs of dementia. He wants to drive his car anyway. He's visiting his wife in the nursing home, and he begins painting his face with hobby paint, a green color.
I tell him that he should think about spending what little time he has left with his wife in the nursing home, and he seems to agree with this and give up on the idea of going out on a drive. He has himself admitted to the same nursing home as his wife. I wake up and realize that I was dreaming of what I wish my father would do, have himself admitted so that his severe psychological problems can be taken care of (which he will not do).
Date of dream: Thursday, April 17, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I'm walking along the
dark streets of my town. I begin swinging my right arm around in a circle and,
as I do, bright sparks come off my hand and leave a circular trail. I reverse
the direction of my swing and make the sparks leave a trail the other way.
Seemingly in response to
what I'm doing, several jets fly across the dark sky in a wavy pattern, leaving
a fiery purple trail behind them.
Fully aware that I'm dreaming
now, I come upon a group of people watching some calamity at the train station.
Their mouths are all agape.
"YOU CAN ALL GO HOME
NOW," I shout at them.
Obediently they begin filing
away. I go to the area they were looking at and see a man being put in an ambulance.
"Stop!" I say
to a nurse. "I'm going to heal him. This is a dream."
"Oh, OK," she
replies and steps aside.
I put my hand on the man's
foot but nothing happens. The nurse didn't get completely out of the way, so
the arm that I have extended out to the man on the stretcher is touching her
arm a little.
"You may feel some
of the healing vibrations, too," I tell her confidently. But still nothing
happens ... and I wake up.
