Date of dream: Sunday, February 22, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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'm at the Vatican and one of my supervisors from work, M___, is helping my mother prepare for some ceremony (M___ is a devout Catholic, but my mother was only a Catholic back in the 1920s ... however, a little part of her always remained Catholic). I think the pope is there, too, but it turns out I'm wrong. This is just a birthday celebration, and I taste the frosting on the birthday cake. It's delicious.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I'm looking at a green anemone swaying in the ocean currents.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Sunday, September 02, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I'm being shown a "period sweater" for historic building tours. There are several older women fussing with the sweater.
"Is it worsted wool?" I ask them, and at the same time note that it's red and blue.
Then I'm in an area that looks like an ancient Roman bath. Except there are strange inconsistencies, like modern shower
heads and pipes that could not have been built in that time period. However, I notice that these appliances are in an
extreme state of decay ... almost as if they have been corroding for centuries.
I leap over sort of a moat and put a modern shower head on a rusted pipe. I become aware of the presence of a man
who is babbling about the ancient ruins. He doesn't seem to notice what bad shape they are in, though.
(shift) Dr. D__ [one of the doctors in charge of the lab I work at in real life] is talking about an unusual antibody that a
patient has. Then he suggests that part of the patient's cure may be for him to place barbell weights on the shelves of a
cupboard that's partly tipped over. This seems strange to me ... however, not strange enough to make me lucid.
I tell my supervisor, M___, about Dr. D___'s strange ideas.
"You can do all this, I'm not touching it," she blurts out at me, and I'm shocked at her attitude. Isn't she my supervisor?!
I wake up.
