Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: WBTB
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In New York City, I'm with my family and we're trying to get a cab. Suddenly the dream literally falls apart and the cohesion becomes very low, but I don't notice. In fact, I'm "drawing" simple line drawings of spheres and other shapes inside of a nearby car with my mind, sort of using my eye movements as mouse commands. I seem to be "in Photoshop" in the dream, for I'm aware that I moving the black-and-white drawing layer in between two photographic layers (I use Photoshop every day, so I guess it's not surprising that I dream about it -- would like to get the track pad that's controlled by eye movements, though!).
I wake up, eat a yogurt, and go back to sleep.
I enter a long dream in which I'm with a tour group on a cruise in the ocean near Thailand (influenced by reading a short story about Vietnam last night). We go from island to island, on which there are beautiful gold and purple shrines. Each one has a giant, purple-striped orchid built into the middle of the structure. One of them is ancient and is in ruins.
I explain to someone that these are the famous Thai and "Khai" shrines (while I was dreaming, dream memory told me "Khai" was the name of a real country, "Khailand"). They were built by princes as island retreats.
We're suddenly distracted by a woman taking a flying leap into a small skiff. The force of her landing jettisons the little boat out into the water, and it zooms over to the larger boat that she is intending to board.
"HAI!" she shrieks in sort of a martial-arts kind of way as the boat bumps into the larger one. People on board it welcome her, which surprises me, because it seemed that she was about to attack them somehow.
A while later I wake up into the same dream, not aware of when I fell out of the dream and asleep. I'm in one of the shrines which has been restructured slightly to be a resort. There are two lesbians next to me, under a sheet, on the bleachers that I'm lying on.
"I hope we didn't disturb you with our sexual activities," one of them says to me and giggles.
"No," I reply groggily, "I must have slept through the whole thing." (It occurred to me when I was writing this down that perhaps when we wake up into a dream we perhaps are actually coming out of one of the other deeper, dreamless stages of sleep?)
I walk down some hallways and come to a convention center called, "Qi Gong, Grand Towers Curry." It's a lavish building.
I wake up and recall I was reading this website about "Chinglese" right before going to bed -- about how merchants during the Beijing Olympics did a bad job of translating their signs to English:
For some reason, these words are also in my head on awakening: "the L-llatwana section of Paris," and they're to the tune of the last sentence of this politically incorrect jingle from my childhood in the 1960s, "My mother she told me to clean my room/But I didn't want to/I stood on my head and made my bed/The funny old man from China."
I'm also taking a Tai Chi/ Qigong class right now, which I'm finding VERY challenging -- the movements do not come easy to me.