Date of dream: Sunday, July 26, 2009
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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A pond of sorts, but it's really shallow and it only gets a few more inches deeper at one end. I even say that the depth of the water at our end is "1/16 of an inch" (an under-exaggeration that I wasn't aware of until I woke up). It looks like stippled pavement on the bottom of the pond.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
"It would be a horrible thing to get trapped by smoke," I say in a room with a few others, and something is burning on the stove. Certainly not enough danger to warrant leaving, though. "Let's get out of here!" I exclaim dramatically. "I'll get B____ (my mother's old poodle from years ago)."
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I'm looking at a strange toy tank. Instead of the gun protruding out from the front there is a projection covered with the spikes you'd see on a mace. Odder yet, they're made out of black rubber and are in constant motion over the surface of the "gun."
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I'm running a school to train hospital lab techs. The students are coming into an enclosed pool area, and one of the instructors is yelling out orders.
(shift) Then I'm indoors in the adjacent house, and I'm supposed to help two black ladies who are both very overweight and look like they're a little out of it. I say, "Sit down and I'll give you some PAH." (pie). I'm only vaguely aware that it's impolite to assume they have southern accents just because they're black, but not aware enough.
I say that first kind will be a cherry pie -- and sure enough my brother, B____, hands one down to me through a circular opening in the ceiling from the floor above. In the dream I think the opening is a dumb waiter.
Then I say, "Now there will be an apple pie with the crust just slightly burnt."
Sure enough, that's what he hands me.
I say, "Now some ice cream."
He hands me a plastic cup full of chocolate ice cream.
"Vanilla!" I add, and with his other hand he adds another scoop on top, and it's vanilla, but he reaches down far enough so that one of the black women can take the cup from him herself.
Suddenly I become aware that I'm making sure the dream's plot goes to completion, tedious scene after tedious scene. Why do I have so much emotional energy invested in this random story? I don't totally recognize it as a dream, but I do see that I'm the one controlling it.
I wake up at this moment of realization.
Date of dream: Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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I'm creating an abstract sculpture with plastic bags full of dirty snow. They're in random shapes and they're held together to the main structure with screws.
I postulate that if we pour some kind of polymer over it, we will still have the same shape after the snow melts, but someone else suggests that the snow is so dirty that the residue in it will be enough to support it after melting.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I start out driving to the B___s for Thanksgiving, but I lose consciousness, and find myself in a strange town with my car stalled up on someone's lawn. Was I driving in my sleep? I try to call my brother, D___, for help, and then I tell some other people I need to see a doctor.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
A long dream in which I'm with relatives in a huge workshop of sorts. But we're all lucid and doing dream experiments there. I'm holding B___, my mother's old poodle. We drop down through the floor and fall for quite a ways through levels below ground without any resistance. Then I fly around the workshop in elliptical patterns.
Something seems to be missing, though -- I don't feel like I'm "connected" in this dream, even though I'm lucid and doing flying experiments.
I wake up and realize that this wasn't really what I want to do in lucid dreams. Flying is fun, but I want to let the dream direct me a little in regards to what I should do when lucid.
Date of dream: Thursday, May 07, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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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'm in a car with a (dream) boyfriend and we're looking at a cross-section of the layers of ice in the pond we're passing (this should have made me lucid but didn't). He says something to me like, "It has to do with what we're talking about, when parts of your life are in a deep freeze." (Indeed, my social life in real life is in a deep freeze right now).
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
If an airplane stalls, it can't wait for roadside assistance ... it just crashes. I figure out that's why I don't like flying (how come I never figured this out during my waking hours?!).
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I dream that my mother's poodle, that died in 1989, is still alive ... and no one told me. I'm determined to find him, and have recurring sad feelings that he's been neglected all these years since we last saw him in 1989.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
An elderly-looking dwarf in old fashioned farm clothes shoots something up in the air. A firework explodes when it hits the ground. But when I go over and look at it, a smoke quartz crystal is embedded in the ground at that spot. The dwarf, who by this time I assume is some kind of magical creature, splits it in half with a slice of some other hard stone.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I'm with family in a station wagon and we're driving near a beach. We go around a point in the land that sticks out into the sea and I say, "Look at the sky, a storm is coming."
Under a layer of clouds the sky is green and below that the ocean goes from a blackish blue under the clouds to a robin's egg blue on the shore. Suddenly a tidal wave rears its ugly head over us, and my older brother turns sharply and tries to speed as far inland as possible. "We can make it to land," he says, but just then the water reaches us and gently lifts the car up off the ground. Strangely, the tidal wave is moving slower and slower as it encroaches upon the ground, but that doesn't mean we won't be swept back out to sea when it starts to retreat.
There is very little foam on the top of the wave, and it seems to be moving in slow motion, indeed, even more so as time progresses along. We keep moving just barely towards the land, hoping that our tires will touch down before the wave crashes and goes back out again. I notice that the ripples in the water are strangely refractive and beautiful as they move slower and slower, even though fear is the predominant emotion that is occupying my feelings.
The tires touch down on someone's lawn and we immediately leap out of the car as the water gently moves back the other way.(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
In the Charles River in Boston I'm swimming along while watching people use these new "water skates" that allow you to practically walk on water. There are poles that are sort of like those used in skiing, except at the end of them is some kind of complicated paddle. I think, "What a great invention!"
Then I see little kids flying on small, buoyant water floats that are so light that all they have to do is paddle a little to get them airborne. I think, "What an even greater invention!"
"You can't be heavy if you want them to work," a mother of one of the kids says to me, as if she heard my thoughts.(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
My grandmother is still alive, I find out. I'm kind of horrified because I think we missed her 100th birthday (actually, she died in 1983 at the age of 98). I wonder how I could have let all this time go by without talking to her (similar to the dream where I thought my mother's poodle was still alive ... see above).
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I think about not finishing my book for a while and just working on short stories.
I wake up, and this last thing seems like a GREAT idea to me. I need a break from my novel ....
