the Enterprise (illus.)/my mother transforms after death
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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.]
A woman speaking to a large group of people, including myself, in a sub-level of a parking garage seems kind of psychic to me, for as she talks about solving the crime we're studying I get the impression she is using supernatural skills to figure out the case.
"I'm really glad we had this group, because the perpetrator carved a lightning point at a very odd point in the victim's back with his or her hand," she says, which makes perfect sense to me in the dream (but seems like complete nonsense now that I'm awake!).
There's a shift, and I'm watching two space aliens that are disguised as human beings running away from the police. They're all proceeding up a hill, and one of the aliens figures out how to shift time so that it's going by slower for him. I notice that I can't really tell if he's a male, for he seems to have a lot of feminine qualities.
As he/she planned, the police are suddenly moving in slow motion and he's running so fast that he's leaving a blur of light behind him and all around him.
Another shift and he/she is up on a hill "triangulating" two energy beams down below until they intersect and sweep through each other over the dark landscape. Immediately two more aliens are formed by this interaction of the beams, but I'm disappointed because they look like shabby drawings of just plain old people in alien costumes ... and, to make it worse, the drawings are outlined in an exaggerated way with a black pen. On the edge of my awareness I'm nervous about the cohesion of my dream falling apart, but I don't become totally lucid.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
The words, "bimooney barrows" zip through my head.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
"I just love my bis-kinnitch," a nerdy looking lady says to the group of ladies she is with, and I seem to know she is talking about "spinach." (I think one of my nieces or nephews used to pronounce spinach in this way when they were very little.) They are all in green uniforms that are kind of 1940s-ish.
Suddenly the spaceship Enterprise from Star Trek appears in the morning sky, sunlight reflecting off of it. But I notice immediately that it's asymmetrical.
However, as I stare at it the view of it becomes clearer and more focused, so that I can even see windows and various blinking lights on the hull. I go into a trance and fly up in the air backwards. I slowly revolve as I pass through buildings -- without any fear whatsoever of colliding into anything. It's a smooth, powerful flight, but I can feel how light my sleep is at this point, and in the next instant I wake up.
(record, fall back to sleep)
Near an indoor pool, a gila monster and a boa constrictor are moving around freely as if everyone is confident they're harmless. My niece, L____, is a little girl again and she suddenly falls backwards onto a potted plant, but then she BECOMES the potted plant. I can hear her voice still, though, and it sounds like her grown-up voice. This confuses me but doesn't quite make me lucid.
I point out to her -- still a potted plant -- about the inconsistent things that have just happened.
She says, "But you know how dreams are!"
Now I'm lucid. A teenage girl comes up to me and I have instant dream knowledge that she is my deceased mother, even though this girl's features look completely different from how my mother looked. I hug her and tell her how much I miss her several times, and say, "I wish you could come back to real life with me when I wake up!"
But she sings in reply, "You should be burning with love, passion ... an artist!"
I wake up and feel rather stunned. I try to sing the tune she sang into my digital voice recorder, but can't quite recall it. I feel amazement that my mother, who in real life was very religious and conservative, would give me this advice ... but perhaps things are different over there "on the other side?!" (I HOPE they are!)
