Date of dream: Monday, October 12, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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I leap onto a water bed with ice skates, but then realize how stupid that it is. It, of course, pops.
(shift) But then we check it and it looks okay (in the back of my mind, I realize this is because of the shift), and it looks like there are indentations in a different spot completely ... but they're not enough to be called punctures.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I leave my aunt and uncle's house in M____ and start walking down the street. Suddenly I get the feeling I forgot something. I get back to the old, square-shaped Victorian house (dream memory, they had an old Federal house IRL) and see that it has filled up with water. The glass panes in the decorative front door have water lapping up halfway up to the ceiling! I'm horrified because this is my fault -- dream memory tells me I forgot to shut the water off.
Thankfully, a dream character and I discover that my grandmother and another elderly woman got out of the house before it really started filling up. I go to call the fire department but there's some confusion about two of the numbers that I'm trying to dial. Then I discover little red bugs in my hair and, when I began shaking my head, thousands of them come out and scatter over the sidewalk.
(This was precognitive, for just now when I was typing up this dream I heard a strange sound coming from my basement ... I went down and discovered one of the water pipes going into my heater is all corroded -- I shut the heat off, and am going to call the plumber tomorrow.)
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
A nightmare where I find myself in an agonized, depressed state. I feel completely worthless. I'm just outside of some giant department store that overlooks a hilly golf course.
You need to get past feelings like this when you're around people you think are "super," I tell myself.
I go out to this rocky coastline area, and I'm camping by myself. Again, I feel isolated and lonely and depressed. But then I see these colorful toys made out of paper and I think there are so many other things I can do in life, that I might be good at ... I just need to try these different activities out. It occurs to me that even creating things I don't care about -- only making them because they'll sell and make money -- might make me feel better. So why not do them? Even though it seems a little bit like jaded thinking to me, I can see the logic in it (and now that I'm still awake I'm still thinking about it!). In a way, I would just be pandering to shoppers. But on the other side of the coin, I would be helping myself. I feel greatly encouraged and go up an escalator.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I run a marathon down in S____ and there are icy woods we have to run through. Strangely, I go back and start the marathon all over again, because it really hadn't started yet when I first ran. I feel fine, though, I'm not tired at all. A couple of gay women who are running are amazed that I'm on my second time around. One of them asks if they'll be able to see their way through the icy woods. I try to reassure them, telling the trail will still be plainly visible in spite of the frozen rain that has fallen.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Friday, February 13, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
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 have an art deco sculpture that is made of amber glass and is of an abstract figure, about a foot tall. Someone shows me an exact duplicate of it from ancient times, and it turns out that both are worth millions.
(shift) It's my turn to kiss an attractive man, and I try to make it into a really good kiss, but it shows that I'm annoyed that I have to compete with the others -- when we step away from each other I think, That was a really fake kiss.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
The man who made a universally beautiful front door -- it's like an engraved sterling silver platter with a decorative window in the middle, and is arched on the top.
I'm at a sleepover with a bunch of my gay friends. We all fall asleep under a big blanket, and there is nothing sexual about it. However, I keep getting this feeling of a malevolent presence nearby, but I can't open my eyes. I finally pry them open with my fingers and see a man staring intently at me ... but my eyes snap shut again. I become lucid, but not enough ... for I start worrying that there is really someone in my bedroom in real life about to assault me. So I shake my head and wake up, and there is no one there but my two cats in the next room (I think this dream is still somehow a result of the fact that a gay roommate tried to sexually assault me in real life more than twenty years ago).
In church, and the man in front of me gets up to speak. He gets up to preach the sermon. I can see his shadow on the wall behind.
Church dismisses, and I go outside and see a computer generated waterfall and river running over smooth red rocks. I jump in and begin letting the current carry me. It's great fun! Parts of it get a little steeper and shallower, through which I go a little faster.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
This dream has been viewed 4944 times.
I'm floating down a hallway and propelling myself along by pushing my hands against the frames of open doors on either side. Then I'm outside watching a young woman with blonde hair connive to get possession of her friend's truck that's parked near an intersection. The rule of the dream seems to be that if she can damage it while he's not looking, it will be hers (dream logic). She races over to the truck and I see the guy that's the owner is not far behind. I want to call out to him to hurry up, but I'm too late -- the woman smashes the hood with some heavy object ... and the truck is now hers.
(shift) I'm driving a bright red pickup truck towards the same intersection in the previous sequence when a group of black guys leap out of nowhere. I screech to a halt so I won't hit them, but they start pounding out a rap beat on the hood of my truck while shouting rap lyrics that I can't understand.
I'm not quite sure how to react -- the rap piece seems to have an attitude of "I'm going to hurt you," and they are hitting the hood pretty hard ... on the other hand, how much damage can they do just striking it with the palms of their hands ... AND rap is supposed to sound that way, so why should I worry?
Sure enough, they finish their piece and simply walk away. I flash them a nervous smile and thank them, and drive away ... and wake up.
