the mouse and the see-saw boat (illus.)
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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 strange dream where I keep on signing up for the draft. I look at a newspaper that says we're fighting the Iraq war and the Vietnam war at the same time.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I'm on a submarine that's at dock. Suddenly a thin, red syrup splatters all over my clothes. This makes me angry, as I see it's going to be hard to get out. I look around for the source of it, and when I open a little hatch, more comes in and drips on the floor. I look out of the little hatch and see that we're docked right in the middle of Manhattan in New York City. I go out one of the side doors of the sub onto a dock, but there's been a shift; we're now docked in the middle of a suburban neighborhood. I don't notice, though, for (dream) memory is telling me that I need to tell the owner of the sub, a "Charlie McAfee," that there's a leak on the sub. I run into some other guy who I have dream knowledge that his name is Noah, but he's the wrong one to talk to talk to. I think I see Charlie, but he doesn't quite look what's in my dream memory of how he's supposed to look.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
A tall ship sailing through the desert sands screeches to a stop right at the edge of a giant canyon. It's bow is well over the edge. A giant mouse scurries up to the ship and leaps out onto the bow, making the ship lean precariously toward the chasm.
"Tip, tip, tip -- the boat began to tip!" the mouse sings, and leans back and forth as if the ship were a giant see-saw.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
A courtroom has been set up in a shopping district of the city for an emergency session. It's right by a Macy's. I see police tape all over the windows of a thrift shop on the other side of the courtroom, and I start tearing it off. My logic is that the trial shouldn't keep poor people from getting the things they need. But I stop suddenly when I read what the tape says --
** Thrift shop * * Still Open ** Please Come In **
I try to put back the pieces I ripped off.
I wake up.
