Date of dream: Friday, February 27, 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.]
A sort of nightmare in which I have to think about things in a certain way; other forms of thought are not allowed (details of this were forgotten). I find it very constraining. Then I come across two yellow stripes on an area of pavement, one longer than the other. I think about adding more painted items, but then it doesn't seem like a good idea.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I wake up suddenly with these odd words in my head:
"Behave, behave in an unseemly manner ... you're imprinted."
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I wake up AGAIN with words in my head:
"A ferry capsizes -- Harper's Ferry."
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
The theme of waking up with short snippets of sentences continues. I wake up with the number 592 in my head.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
It happens again: "Saciously Salpraio."
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
Finally, I go back to a regular dream. It starts out up at my parents' cabin up in the mountains. I ponder on how I've brought my elephant-ear plant up with me on this trip, and how it seems to be thriving out in the front yard with the morning sunlight bathing it. Should I leave it here, I wonder? Then it occurs to me how stupid that would be -- the heavy snows of winter would kill it (note -- in real life I have such a plant in my living room, and I've had to add wires to support it, it's grown so tall -- its leaves brush up against the ceiling now).
I go into the living room and look at the white-washed surfboard that I hung artistically at an angle from the ceiling. I notice something at the lower end of it, and I see that a dragonfly has been trapped in a spider web there. I see what I think is a spider coming towards it across the fine filaments, but it's a fly...
I wake up.
Date of dream: Saturday, November 26, 2005
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I'm sleeping on the floor of the hallway of the school I attended in high school. I seem to be back in time, and it's my
senior year all over again. As I drift off, though, I float out of my body and hover down near a microscopic slide I
prepared before I went to sleep. Our teacher had us put a drop of our own blood on it, with a cover slip on top to
flatten it out.
I wonder if I can zoom in with my out-of-body form like a microscope can, I think to myself. I zoom
down towards the slide and open one of my astral eyes very wide. I bring it up very close to the slide, and it's like
I'm zooming in very rapidly. The color red vanishes rapidly as I go to a very high magnification -- which is what a
microscopic slide looks like at high power in real life, too.
I see a white blood cell tumbling around in amongst all the red blood cells (the latter do not have a nucleus). I'm
very surprised to see that, if I focus even more, I can see the organelles inside the cytoplasm! The only one I really
recognize is a mitochondria. I'm quite excited that I'm able to see this.
Image Credit: Mitochondrial Disease & Disorders in children
Then I wake up...or sort of. I can hear the voices of my two brothers around me and the friends that we had when
we were in college together (in real life). "Hey, look," I hear my younger brother, B___, say, "Al is still asleep, but
he has his eyes open!"
And that's exactly what I think I'm doing. Never mind that I've been out of college for 25 years -- that never even
enters my mind. I actually believe that I'm back in the late 1970s with this group of people, walking around in a state
of sleep.
While I hear them laughing at my eye movements, I begin intentionally spinning around within the dream that I'm in.
I'm over a lake, and I try to imagine a pretty house on a dock out in the water. It works! The detail is fabulous, too
-- it has a door and shutters that are bright pink, and they are made of some material that has a fine lattice structure.
I spin around it a couple of times, and then go over to the shore.
There I float through the walls of a gift shop, still spinning in circles. I'm starting to feel a little funny, though, about
how I must appear to my brothers and my friends...do I look like a zombie with my eyes performing REM sleep
movements?
I pay attention to what one of my friends is saying. "P____ [a co-worker of mine in the present day] and Al have to
be in Greece by the fall for the swimming competition."
I think about this, and really believe it to be true. I find it kind of exciting -- I've never been very good in sports, so
this is a real breakthrough for me, to be included in a real competition. Paying attention to this somehow causes me
to become aware of the area that we are actually in (or at least I thought we were in!). We're walking down a sandy
path to a beach.
We turn, and go down another path that's paved. There's a shift in the dream, and suddenly I'm carrying a wet
surfboard. I see that K.L., the girl that my brothers and my friend tried to set me up with when we were all in
college, is right in front of me (what happened in real life is that I said we weren't quite right for each other, when in
fact the real reason that I didn't want to date her, and which I didn't tell anyone back then, was that I was gay). I
touch the surfboard to her arm and say, "Hey, K___, how's it going?"
But apparently this is a dream within the dream, too, for the voices of my brothers and friends start to bleed through
again. They're still laughing at me -- apparently my eye movements are quite entertaining. I become a little more
aware of the environment that they're in now, for I see that we're all riding in a boat that's up on a trailer, and being
towed behind a car.
I spin out of my body around the boat a couple of times. I decide, though, that I don't want to be made fun of any
more. And what if I get stuck in the dreaming state for the rest of my life?! Worried now, I shake my head back and
forth and wake up for real this time.
I'm shocked. How could I have believed that I was really back in college, hanging out with my old group of friends
that I haven't seen in 25 years?! I'm back in my apartment living by myself -- a far more solitary existence than
what I dreamed about. Hmm, maybe I should do something about that....
