Date of dream: Wednesday, September 03, 2008
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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A girl has to recite wine list in French while pretending to flirt with the table of men she's reciting it to. The men treat her in a very demeaning way, not caring that her performance shows real talent on her part -- she could be in show business. As kind of a disembodied observer of this whole event, I feel the whole situation is degrading for her and am sad.
I wake up, eat a banana, and go back to sleep.
In a new dream, a plethora of tasks needs to be attended to and my mind seems to have a sudden burst of an almost uncanny ability to sort the details of all this, and talk very fast at the same time (I forgot most of this part of the dream, just that I had this strange ability). Finally, I'm in an apartment with a family that includes a group of small children playing on the floor. There's a problem, someone explains to me, money has been stolen and the thief has hidden it somewhere in the room. Slightly lucid, I wave my hands around in the air and "sense" what direction the money is in. My hands are drawn in the direction of one of the children seated on the floor, and I say that the money has been hidden in the child's coat. Immediately the child takes the money out of an inside pocket and innocently hands it to me, not really understanding what all of the fuss is about.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Saturday, January 14, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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After working the overnight shift at work (something I never sign up for, because it ruins my dream life), I
drive the expressway loop around Boston, feeling kind of blue and spaced out. In the southwest portion of the
metropolitan region, I get diverted off the freeway. I begin to worry when I see construction vehicles slipping on mud in
a traffic jam ahead of me. After a while of this, I realize that I'm lost.
Soon I'm driving next to the shore of a lake. In the dream, the lake is familiar to me...although I've never heard of such
a body of water in real life in this location.
A woman in the car ahead of me starts slipping in the goop caused by the last rainfall (precognitive: it rained all day
today). Her car bumps mine and we both slide into the lake.
I get out of my car and wade through the water to tell her she needs to get out before her car sinks (her vehicle is in
deeper water). She and her boyfriend are in some sort of shock and seem dazed. Their cat is in the car, too.
The guy opens the car door, and water does not rush in because it has already leaked in so that it is up to their chins.
They get out, and I realize it's up to me to get their cat out...they're too zombiefied to deal with it. But the cat is very
combative and tries to scratch me. I somehow carry it to shore.
A young man comes with a tow line. He tows both our cars out of the lake, risking his own old-model sedan by backing it
quite a ways into the water...his engine seems submerged, but it keeps running.
I'm so happy, and I offer to pay him at a nearby house.
He says, "Well, this will require me to do some repair work on my engine, because it did get submerged." When he sees
all the bills in my wallet, his eyes bug out and he looks greedy.
There's a huge bill that says $52,999 on it. And also a couple of $10,000 bills -- he sees all of them, but I quickly try to
cover them up with ones. I find a whole slew of $100 bills in amongst all the others, and give him a couple of those.
Even so, I feel a little ripped off. The woman didn't pay him anything, and she's already gone -- he didn't even mention
money to her (the boyfriend and the cat seemed to have dropped out of the dream at this point, although I didn't notice
that anything with the plot mechanics was amiss).
An odd shift in the dream occurs -- things have changed so that I'm taking a ferry to get across the lake to where my car
is...even though the afore-mentioned sequence is still true, with my car now being available for driving again, after being
towed out of the water right next to where I was standing. I don't even consider how this could possibly be.
When I step onto the ferry, a computer animated screen makes it appear there are little hornets buzzing around,
bothering the passengers...but it's just a 3D illusion that disappears once I get completely onto the ferry. The ferry starts
up, and
it has a motor...we begin zooming across the lake.
My phone is soaking wet, but it rings and I answer it, trying to drain the water out at the same time. It's my brother,
D___ (precognitive: he called me today at 2:01PM) -- I forgot that he is here visiting from out west, and that today is my
birthday (it's not, in real life!). They were going to have a little celebration for me.
He's at our parents' house, who in the dream live near me (not true in real life). I feel mortified -- I forgot he was here
visiting, and here I went off a drive with the thought in my head that no one loved me!
I tell them what happened with my car, kind of blaming the woman who skidded in front of me. But then I turn and see
that she's on the ferry, and she looks angry. Was it because she heard me blaming her? She has a very unique
face...no makeup, kind of reddish, long hair.
Dad gets on the line and says they were looking forward to opening up some canned food and eating it with me on my
birthday. I can hardly believe the whole day has gone by because of this mess with my car. After the call, I talk with a
middle-aged man on the ferry about his desire to buy property in this part of the Boston/metropolitan area as an
investment.
He mistakenly refers to the area as Denver.
I correct him, and he looks at his two colleagues. "Well, I've made some bad investment mistakes back in Denver, and
that's why I slipped up and said, 'Denver,' but what the present situation offers me is a chance to start over."
We're passing cuts in the hills that are reddish and orange (precognitive -- look at this "Earth Science Picture of the Day,"
that I saw shortly after I woke up...I visit this website every day) --
Slot Canyon Gold
I point out how it looks a lot like the American southwest here (odd, this dream is set in the SOUTHWEST Boston
metropolitan area...and in real life, there are no such hills in this area). I tell him it would be a good investment, because
it's like you're out in the country...but you're really not, you're still kind of in Boston.
By this time, the ferry is on wheels and is speeding along a road. I didn't notice the change.
I wake up...and am shocked that I never once suspected that I was dreaming...eat breakfast and go back to sleep.
I get into an accident on the Gilmore Bridge driving into Boston. The bridge is different, though...it's an expressway
instead of a four-lane bridge. My stupidity is what led to the accident. I tried to turn around while merging onto the
expressway, and I banged the back left taillight into the concrete wall. The car is similar to our old Monterey Montego.
(shift) I have accepted an invitation to be the lover of Dr. N____, someone who in real life made a pass at me years ago
(at that time, I told him that I wasn't interested). So, in the dream, we are now in a hotel room together. But I feel like
he's now intruding on my personal space. He's moved my things around. I can't find my razor.
I go in the bathroom and close the door so he can't come in. I see myself in the mirror. I look very stressed, only partly
shaven and definitely not attractive in my unkempt state.
I go out and ask him for one of his razors. He says there's one in the bathroom, but it turns out to be his.
I feel nervous, hedged in. I do NOT want to use a used razor blade! They have been positively identified as one of the
ways HIV/AIDS can be transmitted.
As I'm going back out, I find his former lover perched up in the top of the doorway. The glass of the door is frosted, so
that Dr. N____ won't be able to see us.
After I shut the door he talks to me about the doctor. "He got tired of me and threw me out."
I'm shocked at this revelation. This man is very muscular and attractive and suddenly, while I'm thinking about this, is in
his underwear.
Dr. N____ comes in and looks jealous that the two of us are talking, especially since his former lover is in his underwear.
But the muscular man says some code word that only the two of them seem to understand, and they both laugh. I
realize that Dr.
N___ is kind of like a space alien, in the way he invades people's personal spaces.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Saturday, January 25, 2003
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Two red haired girls didn't like each other previously, but now that they find themselves in some kind of situation that has
required them to figure something out together, they realize they can be friends [precognitive: today on the train there
were two red-haired girls sitting in front of me, talking across the aisle...and nothing stirred in my memory until I came
home and re-read the notepad that I write the outlines of my dreams down on the night before].
Back at the college I went to out in California, I wander into an adjacent field. But it's full of poison ivy, and the vines get
hooked onto my clothes (a very inaccurate dream...the plant out in California that causes an equivalent rash is poison
oak -- they don't have poison ivy).
I'm with some friends at the college gas station. I give one of them a couple of one-thousand dollar bills. But she
conveniently forgets to give me change, which is quite a bit. I get upset. She and the others turn into gas station
robbers, and now the dream has changed so that they're coming out of the cashier area with large guns pointing at me.
We're all distracted by someone playing a video using a large video projector. The image is showing on the side of one
of the school buildings. It's of a fire that happened there years ago, when I was a student there. It also shows students
rushing school equipment out of the burning building, and there's a much younger image of me helping them. I say, "Oh
yeah, I remember that!"
I woke up and realized this was a false memory dream. There never was such a fire in the four years I was a student
there.
Additional Comments:
I know we've been asking for a lot of features in dreamjournal -- and it's been really cool, because we've been getting
most of what we've asked for! -- so maybe this could be a feature that could be added farther down the road. But I know
a lot of people have "false memory" type dreams. That is, your memory tells you something is fact (about your *
PRESENT* waking life), and you don't question it; yet when you wake up you know it never happened.
