thinking too much wakes me up/green tiles (illus.)
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Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I make some summer friends at a camp. They're nice enough guys, but they don't know that I'm gay ... and I'm afraid to tell them because I don't want to lose the friendships.
Somehow, this makes me lucid. But I keep waking up because the act of trying to remember my lucid assignments seems to trigger the "wake up" response. Finally, back in a dream for about the fifth time, I decide to just "go with the flow" of the dream, lucid assignments be damned.
I pick up floor tiles that I can't see, and this is how I know I'm back in the dream state.
"I'll go with the flow," I say to myself, trying not to forget this time. Then I fly under a textured ceiling that's greenish-gray. I can only brush my finger against it as I fly -- I know if I try to think of doing something else I'll wake up.
But then I go into some other state of mind. "Take me to ___," I say (location forgotten), putting myself in a trance. I plunge through many floors of a large, lavish building with high ceilings and giant, foreign-looking appliances.
Finally, I land on the floor in the basement. I come across my (dream) daughter being psychologically tormented by cruel people. I put my arm around her and try to fly her out of there, but I can't build up enough force to carry the two of us up together.
"I'll do it myself, don't worry," she says bravely. She flutters her arms up and down, but can only manage to fly up a few feet.
Building up my resolve, I zoom over to her and then struggle with all my might to fly us out of there.
It works -- we pass through several ceilings and come to some sort of servants' quarters. The servants are a group of tiny people only about a foot tall. There is junk strewn all about the area.
I tell her this is where she'll have to hide out for a while, and ask a short man to take care of her.
"I'll be a father to her," he says joyfully and goes into a weird little dance.
Well, OK, but you don't have to dance about it, I think to myself and worry inwardly about him.
I wake up and remember the "doctor's orders" from yesterday's dream to sleep nine hours. I go back to sleep, for it has only been eight hours.
Immediately in a new dream, I'm in a school play. It's a parody of the biblical tale of the ten virgins. It's sacrilegious, but no one seems to notice this except for me. In the play, aliens make humans into zombies. At first we are doing it just for fun, but then realizing its potential someone writes the screenplay for it.
Soon we are acting it out for the entire student body. The "virgins" are in three groups -- designated by white, yellow, and (some other color) hats that we are wearing. One of the actors gets out of character and starts shuffling along, trying to be goofy, but it annoys me. How dare he not follow the script!
I've totally gotten into the shuffling zombie thing, and ignore his attempts to tease me to get out of character. Strangely, it's almost as if I really am in a zombie like trance.
My alarm goes off and I realize that I was in some sort of dream trance right at the end, very similar to the trance I was in in the earlier dream.
