Date of dream: Thursday, May 21, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
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 1940s-era, large black limo for German officials gets stalled on a bridge, but then it makes it over. I thought someone had made it stall right there so they could blow it up, but I was wrong.
Then abstract things in my dream (forgotten) become solid objects (also forgotten) stuck to a cylinder. This makes sense to me in the dream (but it made no sense to me after I woke up).
I get an idea ... why don't we share our standard operating procedures in our lab with other partner hospitals? I wake up and am stunned at what a good idea that is (I may mention it at work today).
(record, fall back to sleep)
A shadowy, animated character with a old-fashioned brim hat and overcoat walks through hall and surprises two real men. I'm semi-lucid at this point, a little aware that my brain might be creating the animated character. He seems to be drawn with pastels and a black charcoal crayon.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
This dream has been viewed 3041 times.
links to my dream illustrations, dream animations, and more
[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.]
Torturers saran wrapped a man's head and throat so that his head looked dented in and also like he had a chicken neck. This doesn't quite make sense to me ... who knew saran wrap could be so deadly?
It almost makes me lucid, but then I decide it's real. I want to rescue him, but am afraid of his tormentors. I'm pleading with them not to continue. They motion at me to shut up. (precognitive: when I turned on the news this morning, it was about the conflict over waterboarding torture).
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
A group of us are joking about a house being moved on a flatbed train car on tracks alongside the road we're driving on. There are also tornadoes everywhere and I tell W___, my brother's ex-father-in-law, to slow down. I wonder if I'm dreaming but, again, decide that the tornadoes are real.
W___ doesn't slow down and we drive right through one; however, it just feels like a little turbulence as we go through.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I see that my writing is on a transparent glass sheet that's suspended up in the air. I can move things on it around with my fingers.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
The alarm for the bone marrow lab goes off (in real life, it's down the hall). I go over there and see they've disabled it, but all their freezers and liquid nitrogen tanks are too hot. Their control board is heaving as if it's having seizures in a most unmechanical-like way.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
These words are in my head when I wake up for the last time: "imotta meet metal."
Date of dream: Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I wake up around 4 AM and I can't fall back asleep. Finally, after a while of holding very still with my eyes closed, it feels
like my arm has switched to a different position ... and I don't recall moving it. I wonder if it's my "astral arm." So I
begin moving it back and forth in the air, and I realize that, indeed, I'm starting to go out of body and the process has
begun with my arm.
Seizing the moment, I leap out of bed and forge through a wall. It provides no resistance whatsoever, and it's like I'm
passing through air. But then I find myself in blackness, and I fumble around for a bit.
I wake up to get out of that scene by shaking my head back and forth.
But I don't move or open my eyes, and I easily go right back into the dream. This time, I'm outdoors looking at a
dramatic panorama. A huge thunderhead takes up half the horizon, and at one point it looks like a funnel cloud is
dropping down from it to the horizon. Farther along is the distant skyline of a city; forks of lightning are flashing down
from the thunderhead and striking the buildings.
(shift) I'm in a slight variation of the house we lived in back in Michigan in the 1970s. I feel this dreadful "spiritual
vacuum" in my soul -- it's making me feel terrible. I feel trapped in the dream, and am having doubts that there really is
anything spiritual in the universe. I get the idea to try and heal my depraved spiritual condition with my hands.
Where's the spiritual center in the brain, I wonder? I tell myself that my hands do have some healing power [dream
memory]. I begin touching my palms to various spots on my head. I can feel energy in my palms warming up wherever
I touch them to.
Mom comes out into the living room (where I am), and I realize that I have made myself feel better.
I wake up.
Additional Comments:
The "spiritual vacuum" that I felt was strange -- I almost never feel this way in my waking life. I wonder if this is a feeling
that I've suppressed over the years, and the only time it ever comes out is when I'm in the dream state.
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precognitive: see comment
