WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FEAR OF DYING WHILE I WAS DREAMING
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Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: WBTB
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(This was a morning I could sleep in, and didn't get up until 12:30 PM. There were many more dreams than I have recorded here, but I forgot most of them ... however, I knew that I was forgetting them as I dreamed them, for I just needed the rest.)
I break sugar coated pastries over a tray, and then eat a thick slice of partially uncooked, hand cut bread with thick, Brie cheese slathered on top of it. I'm hungry, but a little disappointed at the slight grossness of what I'm eating.
Then I'm watching a group of senior citizens taunt each other. "Your teats are not potato chips!" one old woman yells at another. I'm more shocked, though, at how her body's proportions have rearranged themselves as she's aged. Her hips have risen up to her ribs, and spread in a very unattractive way as well. Even worse, I think I smell stale urine -- are they not being taken care of in their old age, I wonder? Additionally, it seems odd to me that I seem to have regained my sense of smell (I have almost total anosmia in real life).
I wake up, drink some water, and go back to sleep.
I go into a VERY long dream which I purposely decide to prolong, knowing I will forget much. Indeed, I go in and out of the waking and dreaming states and can feel the memories of what I dreamed about slipping away during these times.
But I don't move on awakening each time and at during at least a couple of these I re-enter the dream by pushing my hand into my mattress until it starts to dissolve through.
(this is the first sequence that I remember) I'm falling into a hole in the ground -- it's dark and frightening, but I feel no fear. It's almost like I'm a stone tumbling down through a gopher tunnel that's been dug straight down into the dirt.
Then I'm falling through an underground shaft that passes by many amazing rock formations.
Next, I'm in a warehouse yard where many stacks of construction wood are lined up in an orderly fashion. This part goes on forever, and I'm flying very fast over them.
Then I'm in a bed in a basement that's in a cave. I'm aware of being in my dream and in this body in the cave at the same time. Dream friends are there and are milling about, but they just think I'm sleeping. I, however, think that I'm going to die because I can't wake up. I try to shout at them, but the shouting only occurs on the dream side for me. I try shaking my head back and forth, but this hurts me and does not work immediately like it usually does (this is the first time that this "fail-safe" method of waking up has not worked so well for me).
I almost give up. Finally, I rouse myself to shake my head back and forth really hard, and I succeed at waking up.
Surprisingly, I drink a little water and go right back to sleep (WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FEAR OF DYING WHILE I WAS DREAMING?!).
I enter a long dream where I'm manipulating the plot of the dream and am semi-lucid. Something about me being a ghost that makes an evil character in the plot good by passing through him. This is all happening in a quaint country house. But the cohesion of the dream starts to fall apart. Nevertheless, I cling to the idea of making it a complete story and even though the special effects are seriously lagging, I plod onwards towards finishing the "story" of the dream.
I wake up and can't even remember very much of "the story!"
