Date of dream: Thursday, January 01, 2009
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
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[lucid assignment: let the dream direct itself, and just go along with the plot as an extra would ... but don't let on that your goal is to passively absorb spiritual energy from all aspects of the dream, including the "evil" ones. If necessary, fool other dream characters into thinking you're not lucid by acting the way they expect you to act in the situations thrown at you]
My sister, C___, is home on a break from her senior year in college. I suddenly realize that I never noticed she left in the first place. How could I forget about her? She seems aware that we ALL forgot about her, but is not upset about it. She seems to have matured greatly in her time away from us. I feel even worse after I figure that last part out, for it seems to prove that being around her family members was bad for her.
Right before she left, she was having tremendous psychological problems (this was true in real life, around her senior year in high school -- it culminated in kind of a breakdown after which she grew very religious ... and is still that way to this day, and she's over 50 now. Sometimes I wonder if the nervous breakdown that she didn't quite finish having because she "found God" is still waiting inside of her to happen ... I hope not, but I can't understand how repressing something like that has been good for her).
I'm confused about why she isn't mad at us for forgetting that she existed for a few years (and I wonder if we have all assumed that her REAL self is somehow still repressed inside of her, and we have forgotten about this "lost" side of her).
I wake up and go right back to sleep.
After a bunch of us go water skiing, we see a huge shark headed for a nearby pier as if it's going to eat it.
We're told that the government has purposely put attack sharks in the lake to demolish the pier. But the dream shifts before any wreckage occurs, and suddenly I'm in a new scene where there's a guy with a gun at a gas station. Somewhat lucid, I grab the hand holding the gun and beat it against the top of a doorway until his hand falls off -- but completely without any blood.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Friday, May 23, 2008
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I'm at what I believe to
be (from dream memory) the H___'s house, a family my brothers and used to visit
when we were in college. I briefly have a moment of confusion where I think
it might be my cousins' house.
We walk out into the surf,
for the house is right on the beach. I look underwater and see a moray eel going
by.
I'm not that worried about it, but then I see a shark circling above, near the
surface of the water.
(shift) I'm back in the
house. I'm doing situps with a couple of other guys. I think about how we're
bonding because we're all so determined to have great abs. But then one of them
tells me I should be doings isometrics instead of actual situps.
Suddenly, Tom Cruise is
there, too -- but he's a quadriplegic and one of my new friends picks him up
and throws him down on the floor. Not being able to protect himself, he lands
in the worst possible way -- and I instantly worry that the contortions the
fall caused have injured him badly.
I wake up.
Additional Comments:
How odd -- me worrying about Tom Cruise, someone who IRL I feel stands for everything I dislike.
Date of dream: Friday, July 21, 2006
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I find myself in a room that I don't even question is mine [now that I'm awake, I can say I've never seen it before; I
don't know why I thought I was still in real life]. I decide to try and go OBE, and immediately I start sliding out of my
body through my feet, towards the end of the bed. I'm amazed at how easy it is, still thinking that I'm going right from
real life into an OBE, when in fact I don't see that I'm doing this from a dream setting.
I'm a ghost now, and in police department headquarters. I'm helping a cop who can see me solve crimes (no one else
can see me besides him). I go out to a patio that's outside of some sliding glass doors. There I meet other ghosts, and I
ask a middle-aged woman ghost if she can see me.
She can -- but suddenly I'm back in my body and in a different bedroom (still not my own). I do the exact same thing
again, leaving my body through my feet. This time I say, "Take me to the Isle of Patmos, where John in the New
Testament wrote part of the Bible from." Immediately it's like I'm zapped to an outdoor monument with pillars rising up
from a marble floor. There are indecipherable words inscribed in the marble.
[strangely, I discovered on the internet that there is a shrine on the Isle of Patmos with a marble floor!]
The Monastery Chapel/Patmos, Greece -- "Some of the rich, and much older, marble floor can be seen."
But I feel a sense of emptiness -- like there is nothing spiritual here.
I'm abruptly back on a bed again and go out of body just like all the other times. But this time I'm in front of a mirror
and it appears that I have been asleep and dreaming for many years ... and have broken my front teeth out in the
process. I wonder if I still have my job -- am I in a nursing home or something? But then I notice I have several rows of
teeth on both the top and bottom, kind of like what a shark has to replace the front ones when they get broken out.
I realize I must still be in a dream. I float out of the room and then out a window, which turns out to be in a modern
high-rise. I'm many stories above the ground, and I begin falling. I pick up speed, but when I land I do so standing and
it doesn't hurt my feet at all.
I wake up, roll over and go back to sleep [I should have gotten up at this point, for I had gotten enough sleep and I
would have remembered more details of the above amazing dreams if I had recorded them at this point].
just notes on two other intense dreams (of this very productive dream night!) --
in a school play, but at my present age of 52
I sort of wonder why they've asked me to participate, but as I read my lines they seem to really like the way I deliver my
words -- I begin to feel quite proud of my acting ability
I think I even grew a little cocky about it, thinking that they wanted someone my age to do it because the kids weren't
capable of that level of acting
I'm supposed to play Jesus Christ in kind of an alternative story [this is undoubtedly because I've been doing some
reading about the lost gospel of Thomas, which provides kind of a different story than the traditional gospels]
suddenly the play is about to begin, and I'm not on stage behind the closed curtain
I rush to the entrance off to the side and tell them I need to be let in because I'm one of the main characters
they let me in, but when I get to the stage the director calmly explains to me not to worry, he is going to call the actors
from the audience when their part comes up
I realize the play is not the big deal that I was starting to blow it up in my mind to be
I wake up
a man is doing a story on an ethnic Italian community in the inner city
I alternate between actually being this man and being the observer of the story line
young women who have become pregnant and have had babies live in a house for single moms
their plight is sad -- the fathers have rejected them because they became pregnant, and they have no chance of
marrying now because they have small children as "baggage" (in the eyes of the young men of the community, who GOT
them pregnant)
cut to some of the young men of the community -- they are observing one of the rituals in the attic of one of the young
men's house
I'm watching this from behind a prop that's in the shape of a cross, which all the young men are looking at
one of them has changed the ritual, though, because of some of his own superstitions
"Oh, come on! This is ridiculous!" another one says, shining his flashlight at gold letters that have been pasted on the
cross ... the letters spell out the commandment, "Thou shalt not covet."
somehow I know the young man has pasted all sorts of peculiar things on the cross, and the other young men are now
seeing this as being very distorted and strange
a transition, and I'm watching the reporter who's doing the story instead of actually being him
graying, middle aged
he walks into where they are gathered, and most of the young men leave quickly
he lies back on one of the beds and says, "OK now, I want to hear an explanation for everything you put on the cross.
And, by the way, while you're at it, tell me all the ethnic jokes that you've been telling each other lately so I can figure
this out."
I still couldn't see all the things pasted on the cross, but I understood him to mean that he was also trying to figure out
why the young men stigmatized the women they got pregnant
