Date of dream: Saturday, February 21, 2009
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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.]
I dream that I'm recalling a dream from a few nights ago where my grandmother and my mother gave all of us children presents. In the dream, my grandmother in particular was quite lucid.
I wake up with a start. I realize that even though I had forgotten the dream in my waking life, it was still stored somewhere in my mind. I record this, and go back to sleep (now that it's hours later, though, I can't remember the dream anymore -- the words above sort of ring a bell, but once more the memory of it has been driven somewhere down into the depths of my subconscious).
I find myself in a frightening dream in which I'm trying to help a man whose arm seems to be falling off. No matter how we try to position the arm, wherever the stress of gravity is the greatest the flesh begins to disintegrate and reveals gross, bubbly tissue beneath. I start to become lucid and sort of realize that it's one of those gross kind of dreams; indeed, when we just have him rest his arm along his side his shoulder begins to fall apart, but the anatomy beneath his skin doesn't make sense ... there are tiny little bones protruding that shouldn't be there, and other such anomalies. The guy laughs, and I realize that perhaps it's because this dream character is now aware that I know it's a dream.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I don't realize that I've fallen back asleep, even though I'm in a strange bed in an unknown house. I feel sweeping vibrations go through my whole body. I try to contain my excitement ... has sleep paralysis returned after all these years (the last time I had it was when I was in my twenties)? I used to be afraid of it, but I now know that it can lead to an OBE. However, I simply go into a new (forgotten) dream.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I'm looking at paintings where the theme is of portraits of dead people cleverly hidden within the elements of the pictures.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
Once again not aware that I'm dreaming, I'm lost in thought. I think about how it's the time between my lifetimes ... when I'm dead ... that I'm the most alive. That's why I haven't had great incarnations, I think. I'm looking down at some flat rocks that I've arranged near a drain pipe. My mother criticizes the arrangement, though, for I've also put in a broken light bulb and she doesn't like that. Two of the rocks, though, are side by side and they have letters on them -- spelling the name, "Einstein." Giving in to my mother's criticism, I carefully pick up the broken light bulb and throw it away.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
The number 2476 flashes through my head.
(wake up, record the number, and fall back to sleep ... hmm, should I play that number in the lottery today?!)
In the last dream, I'm trying to dial an extension in a familiar (dream memory) building, but a young man/dream character keeps trying to punch extra numbers so that I dial it wrong. The number is 6-5095 (maybe another number to play in the lottery?!). I keep trying but he's making me so nervous that now I'm hitting the wrong buttons.
Suddenly I become lucid and confront him. "If you are a part of me, am I letting you have enough expression in my waking life?"
He shrugs and smirks and seems to get a smug look on his face.
"What do you want me to do to give you expression in my waking life?" I ask adamantly.
I feel some strange sensations in my stomach -- like something moving around in there.
I wake up and immediately wonder if it was something to do with my chakras.
Date of dream: Tuesday, September 06, 2005
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I was with my family (false memory: now that I'm awake, I don't recognize any of them as being
familiar...also, they now seem like kind of a blur in my recollections). We were visiting at
someone's apartment, and we went to leave.
A cloud came over my mind. The dream suddenly changed so that I now recalled TWO timelines as
having already occurred: one was where we were visiting at someone's apartment, but the other one
was where I was with my writing group and we were meeting at the terminal inside of the airport. In
the latter, I had tried to tell the members of my group that I was losing my eyesight. I had
panicked, but they hadn't really paid attention to me.
The stories had merged at the point where I was riding in a van with my "family." But I hadn't been
able to get all the way in the front seat -- my left foot was still on the running board
while my right leg just swung free out over the road. I held onto the back of the passenger-side
seat, and I pleaded with my family to make some more room for me so I could get in. When the two
story lines had merged, the impaired condition hanging over my mind had stayed with me from the
airport/writing group story, and I was now telling my family they needed to get me to the hospital.
Instead, the family member driving the van began to speed up and take corners at a high speed,
almost as if he was trying to make me fall off. The rest of the family began mocking me and
laughing at my anxiety, which by now was quite high.
Suddenly I saw the flashing lights of a police car up ahead. As we passed it, I waved at him with
my free hand and screamed, "Help!" The police car immediately began to pursue us, and the driver of
the van jammed on his brakes and came to a stop.
This caused me to fall off of the van and land face first on the pavement. However, this did not
hurt me at all. My hands were above my head flat down on the asphalt.
It occurred to me that my impaired mental state was the lucid dream cue that I've been trying to get
myself to recognize! This was all a dream, and the reason my mind wasn't working right was because
it was almost, but not quite, on the verge of a greater experience...therefore, it was "stuck" in an
impaired state, as it were.
I visualized spiritual energy flowing through my body. As I did so, I began to levitate up off of
the pavement and my whole body began to glow. I rotated upwards with my feet still touching the
ground until I was vertical. The policeman that had come over to assist me stared at me in shock,
and now a crowd of people began to gather.
I smiled and pointed my index fingers upward. This caused me to float completely up off the ground,
and to begin spinning gentle circles through the people there. There were oohs and ahhs, but most
of the people seemed to understand immediately what this was all about...for they also got a faint
smile on their lips and pointed upward with their index fingers.
A business-woman type in a peach colored dress came to the forefront of the crowd and lifted a wine
glass with sherry in it. She smiled, too.
I actually still was not sure what it was about. But the next thing I knew, I floated right through
the wall of a nearby building. There were people inside, and they saw me immediately. I was still
glowing and pointing upwards. They, too, pointed upwards and smiled at me.
I floated right through a door into a room that didn't have people in it, but it had pictures from
the Bible on the walls. Maybe that's what this is about, I thought. This is a
religious dream?
But each of the pictures I looked at brought no change in what I was experiencing (the only picture
I can now remember was of one of the disciples). The circles I was spinning in were causing me to
go right through the walls into the adjoining rooms, but oddly the pictures showed up in the same
places on the walls of these other rooms...only in reverse.
I wondered if the pictures not seeming to be related to what was happening meant the experience was
not related to Christianity. I was puzzled, though.
I whooshed upwards and went through the ceiling into another apartment. It was a luxurious place,
and I saw a young couple in a small kitchen. As I went by them, still pointing upwards and smiling,
the man said to me, "Oh, wait a second!" He ran and grabbed something to show me. By the time he
came back I had already swirled into the next room. He held some kind of woodworking tool, odd
scissors of some sort, and he pointed them up in the air like I had my index fingers pointed
upwards. He smiled at me.
Oh, I thought, that's what this dream is all about! Spirituality is achieved through
doing what you are good at...and he is good at woodworking.
As if in response to this, I zoomed up through the ceiling to still yet another level with an
interesting theme. There were all kinds of paintings and sculptures around me. I seemed to
recognize that I had done them -- this is what I was good at, ART! Additionally, I suddenly had
lost all my clothes and was spinning in front of wall-length mirrors on each wall. My body was
young and muscular again, and it occurred to me what I was supposed to do. As I passed each mirror,
I would arrange my arms and legs in graceful poses that were at once tastefully concealing and
beautiful artistically at the same time. I knew, too, that the mirrors were somehow cameras
recording the poses for me.
I shot upwards again. As if it was a habit by now, I pointed my index fingers upwards as I
approached the ceiling. But as they began to pass into the material of the ceiling, I noticed
something odd...I was encountering resistance of some sort. Undaunted, I kept pushing. My head
began to go through the ceiling, and my vision blacked out. Finally, I popped through the floor of
the next level and noticed something a little frightening. My hands were still mostly stuck in the
material they were passing through, and when they started to come through they were merged with what
seemed to be a children's building block imitation of a structure with rows of pillars. My fingers
were in the wrong places in these multiple rows of pillars, though -- the dividing platforms marked
the place where they would shift to either side on the multiple rows. There also seemed to be many
clones of my fingers. Additionally, the material they had passed through seemed to have left some
kind of goop all over me.
Quickly I popped the rest of the way out of the floor and tried to ignore what had happened to my
hands...maybe they would just fix themselves? I began swirling around this new level. It seemed to
be a large, cavernous attic that was still under construction.
I spotted the skyscrapers of a distant city out one of the empty windows and decided to try to go to
it. I picked up a great deal of speed and zoomed out the window. But before I got there, I came
across a forest of trees that seemed to be a mile high. Oddly, they seemed to be dead -- for
bumping into one of the branches caused it to easily break loose and go crashing down to the ground
below. I noted that there was now snow on the ground.
I looked at my hands and saw that they were mostly back to normal...although there was still some
goop on them. I decided to wipe them off on one of the branches I was passing. But the stuff was
so gooey that the whole 100-foot-long (or so) branch broke off in my hands and I flew away from the
forest still carrying it. Trying to free myself of it only caused it to snap in half, but it was
still so stuck to me that I was only able to fold the two halves together instead of dropping them.
I saw that I was near a huge river that went alongside the city. There were futuristic looking
ships going back and forth on the water -- some of them were as large as skyscrapers set
horizontally. I saw that I was flying over houses that were next to the river, and worried that I
would drop the large branch on the houses. So I decided to go underwater with the branch.
Carefully picking a spot that did not have any ships, I plunged downwards and hit the water at a
high rate of speed. I did not feel the splash, though -- and I did not slow down, either. I kept
going and going, as if the river was actually a very deep ocean bed.
At least 30 seconds went by. I was no longer carrying the branch. But why was I still going down
through empty water? Starting to worry that this was a re-occurrence of my old dream of drowning
(which, as it turned out, was related to my not breathing correctly because of sleep apnea when I'm
sleeping on my back), I decided to wake up.
I shook my head back and forth, which always seems to work quite well, and I woke up. But I was
sleeping on my stomach, and my breathing was fine!
Additional Comments:
I just remembered another part of this dream, and it was from reading ElectricOdour's dream journal.
The dream is at
http://dreamjournal.org/dj/index.cfm?do=getdream&dream_id=70491
In my dream, I was pressing elevator buttons and every time I'd pull my finger away there'd be the
head to a metal screw in place of the button.
Date of dream: Saturday, August 13, 2005
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I was at my older brother's house, but in the dream it was in California instead of in Washington
State.* We seemed to have traveled back in time,* for all of us were on break from college and were
just hanging out in his apartment.
I was pleased to see that he had so many of the paintings I had given him hanging on the walls.
True, some of them were just propped up on chairs and leaning against the walls, but that didn't
bother me. False memory was at work here, though -- I never painted this many paintings for my
brother, in fact I never painted this many painings, even when I was in art school.* I was looking
at one in particular that was of the Capitol Building in Washington, D.C. The colors were bright
and I had used a black brush to scribble the outlines of the buildings and their features. It was
very impressionistic, and false memory was making me recall with fondness how much fun I had had
when I had painted that.*
We all got up to go on a walk. Outside, a classmate of my brother's with three small boys walked up
a small, grassy incline and I struggled to follow him...it seemed like this little task took the
wind out of me.* His sons took the easier way, the steps that go around. I laughed and said, "This
is like that father on Desperate Housewives who has the two or three little boys and is
actually more athletic than they are." False memory was at work here again...in real life, I know
the father I was thinking of definitely has THREE little boys, and there's nothing in the show about
him being more athletic than they are.*
Encouraged by my remark, he leapt from the grassy hill over a flower bed that was on the other side
of the street.* I marveled at this, commenting that I would have most certainly landed on the sharp
rocks surrounding the flowers.
We began heading for our destination on foot. I started talking with one of my brother's
classmates, someone named Colleen who I thought I recognized* (false memory: she doesn't seem
familiar to me now that I'm awake). I asked her if she was in my brother's class, and she laughed
-- she had graduated 30 years ago! I was shocked, because she looked so young. I did the
calculation in my head, and figured she was thirty years older than me (false logic: if she
graduated when she was 22, she would be almost the same age as me, 51 years old...however, recall
that I seemed to be back in time for this dream).
Then we went to the Charles River in Boston. The walk we were going to go on was at a familiar
place, that I had been to often before: a cliff that came up right next to the river forced one to
go through the water for a little ways to start walking on the path (false memory: I know of no
such location). But today the water was muddy and very high. My nephew, A___, tried to cross the
watery part of the trail and fell completely underwater. He came up spluttering and laughing.
I was wearing a suit and good shoes, so I didn't want to get wet. Nevertheless, I started slowly
edging my way towards the path. But as I stepped in the polluted mud on the riverbank, I realized
that I really did not want to do this. So I turned around and started going back.
But I felt incredibly weak.** I could not even move one foot in front of the other as I tried to go
back up the gentle slope of the riverbank. I feebly called out for someone to help me, and several
friends came to my assistance.
I woke up.
Additional Comments:
*points in the dream where I should have become lucid
**I've decided that when I'm weak or handicapped in some way in my dreams, that is signaling to me
that I'm close to an OBE experience but am only sort of halfway there...symbolized by the weakness
