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, April 04, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I show some kids and adults
how I can do a back flip and go all the way around the moon and back. To me,
I see outer space and the craters of the moon as I fly past them, even though
it's only a split second.
But, to them, it looks
like I've merely jumped from one spot on the driveway to another -- I flew too
fast for them to even see that I left the ground. I do it a second time, and
they still don't believe me.
However, the father of
some of the kids suddenly comes out on horseback in kind of a Zorro costume
and starts chasing me as if I am someone evil.
I show my brother, B___,
how "supernatural running" can be done so we can get away from him.
But a shift makes the dream about us trying to get from one exhibit to another
in a museum very quickly.
B___ tells the mother of
several of the kids from earlier how to run fast, too, and soon we are all speeding
at about 80 mph through the large museum. People don't even have time to turn
their heads and look as we speed past them. We're all wearing dress shoes, and
they clatter on the floor because we're moving so fast.
I time travel back to 2001.
I know it's that year, because I see a calendar. Suddenly I realize it's my
obligation to tell everyone the bad things that are going to happen in the world,
and we need to see if we can prevent them. However, this thought is so jarring
that it makes me TOO lucid, and I wake up.
I eat a yogurt and go back
to sleep. I going into a dream in which I'm back at the brick apartments I used
to live in in the 1980s. A woman who I've always thought is just a platonic
friend of mine (dream friend) is going around planting kisses on the several
men she's trying to make up her mind about.
I'm surprised when she
comes up to where I'm sitting and kisses the top of my head for at least a few
seconds. Suddenly it occurs to me -- I always just assumed she knew I was gay,
but it's clear she doesn't -- and she thinks there are hopes for a relationship
between us. I feel bad, because I know now that I'm going to have to tell her
that her love has to be unrequited.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Monday, May 01, 2006
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I'm desperately trying to fall asleep. The last time I looked at the clock, it was 2:30 AM. I just lie very, very still on my
right side hoping that sleep will eventually come.
Some time later, I am still trying to fall asleep and have not moved. I think about how I'm back in school again, and I'm
a student at MIT (Massachusetts Institute of Technology). How privileged I am, to be admitted into this prestigious
school, in spite of the fact that I'm 52 years old! My roommate is sleeping soundly in a bed not too far away, and I'm
holding still not only to fall asleep but also so as not to disturb him. I want to do everything right, and please everybody
here.
(But how funny it is that I did not notice that I had gone from real life into a dream! I was completely fooled, perhaps
because my sleeping position was exactly the same in the "dream bed" as it was in real life. I had no clue that I was not
a student at MIT -- indeed, that I haven't been in school anywhere for 16 years!)
I have to get up and go to the bathroom, though. I get out of bed very quietly and have to search a little for the
bathroom. After all, I've just moved into the dorm and I don't know where everything is yet. Finally finding it, I'm
perplexed by the strange design of the toilet. It's more like a men's urinal, although it seems to have porcelain terraces
that the urine cascades down through. And it bears an odd resemblance to the little fountain that you find in a dentist's
office next to the dentist's chair. How am I supposed to use it?
Not able to hold it any longer, I start taking a leak and aiming at a middle terrace. To my horror, I see my urine
overflowing out of the bottom terrace onto the floor! I stop going prematurely. What if my roommates/dorm mates find
urine everywhere?!
I desperately try to clean up the mess. I unroll sheaves of paper towels, blotting up as much as I can. Was the urinal
actually some kind of sink, and that's why it overflowed? Then I discover that someone put their stack of clean towels on
the floor, and the urine is seeping into them! I'm utterly panicked.
Suddenly I become lucid. But instead of doing any of my dream experiments, I'm so glad that it's just a dream that I
wake myself up. My first thoughts on awakening are how glad I am that I won't have to deal with the scorn of others who
would have discovered I made such a mess of the bathroom. And THEN I think about how I actually just lost a lucid
opportunity to do some experimenting....
After I have a yogurt, I go back to sleep and find myself in the kitschy museum that's in S_____ in real life. The inside of
it, though, seems to be still yet another house that I lived in when I was growing up (but the layout is not familiar to me
now that I'm awake). My sister, C___, is screaming at me and I'm screaming back. I feel awful, because there's such a
bad atmosphere of anger in the air.
Strangely enough, Mom isn't joining in on the screaming match -- and she used to be the worst offender in the bitter
arguments my family had when I was growing up. I wake up, and am greatly relieved that it was just a dream.
However, the anger has unsettled me greatly...I realize that I used to scream back in these awful fights from many years
ago, and that I don't do that anymore in real life.
Maybe the dream was just a reminder to let me know how angry a person I used to be. I much prefer the gentler life I
have now, putting anger away as almost kind of a useless relic. There are better ways to disagree with people, I have
discovered in my real life -- at work, I can be professional and dignified about it, and with my family members I can be
calm and rational about it. My mother has had several strokes now and is highly medicated, so she no longer screams
and yells like she used to; and my siblings have all given up this "angry mode," except for maybe my sister. So perhaps
the dream was right on the mark.
