Date of dream: Monday, April 06, 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.]
I wake up with these words in my head: "exotically fashion soaked." (I'm not sure why this has started happening to me so much lately, perhaps it's because I now record my dreams into a DVR and am just remembering more.)
(record, fall back to sleep)
I'm in a house in D___, a suburb far away from where I live.
There are other people around, but I'm very lucid and focused on what I'm doing. I'm trying to create a TV in a box using my thoughts. It begins sparkling with electricity, but there's a shift.
I'm still lucid, but I'm telling everyone it's only a dream ... all you have to do is snap your fingers and what you say will appear (I guess part of the shift was that the rules changed). A man nearby does just that, but all that happens is that little, robotic chips appear floating in the air inside of the same cardboard box I had tried to create a TV in.
"Hey, how about if I call K___?" he says and snaps his fingers again (K___ is a coworker). A phone appears in his hand, but I can hear a strange, unintelligible voice coming over it. Feeling bad that his efforts to contact her aren't really working out, I try to imitate K___'s voice and kind of throw it like I suppose a ventriloquist would, covering my mouth with my hand so he won't see my lips moving. K____ appears right in the room with us ... but I don't notice (dream logic was apparently making me less lucid).
"Why are you trying to imitate me when I'm right here?!" K___ suddenly says with some indignation.
We all laugh ... really, DUH, the real K___ is there!
I wake up.
Date of dream: Friday, April 11, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I'm with a group of people
that walk up to a cliff overlooking the ocean. It's late at night. Down below,
in a cove, is docked a nuclear submarine that we can just barely see in the
moonlight.
(shift) We watch a film
extolling the virtues of the Pope. My dad asks me how I liked it, and I tell
him it was extremely boring. But he surprises me when he says he liked it and
it inspired him (in real life he's not Catholic -- he belongs to a conservative
religion that's actually quite anti-Catholic).
Partly because I'm feeling
rebellious, I jimmy with the mechanism that displayed the film on a video screen
and it isn't long until I've broken it. But I'm surprised to also see that the
console with all the switches was just some sort of holographic projection,
and there's nothing but wires visible there now. I feel certain I've seen this
mechanism before (dream memory).
(shift) We have fixed up
Dad's little trailer that he's living in near a strip mall. It did have decayed,
rotting floors, but we laid linoleum down over it that had a nice pattern and
then put a nice braided rug down over that.
I say in a quiet voice
to my sister-in-law that I don't think my mother is going to approve, but she
shushes me, telling me my parents are on the way. My mom is walking very slowly,
but she begins looking the place over to see if it meets her standards. I don't
recall in the dream that IRL she has passed away.
I wake up.
Additional Comments:
Now that I've joined a Unitarian Universalist Church which is inclusive of many belief systems, sexual orientations and
whatever other religions you want to believe in, I'm feeling somewhat resentful of the fact that I raised to be so anti-
Catholic. Sure, Catholics have some major problems with their religion, but it's not the "anti-Christ" and all that other
baloney that was drilled into my head by overzealous preachers as I was growing up.
Date of dream: Saturday, December 08, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I wrote these words down after the first dream of the night, but remember very little about them:
nightmare
mult pers
beach
stalker
[In the novel I'm writing in real life, the main character finds out she has multiple personality disorder by the jarring
realization that she has "lost time." I still remember enough of the nightmare to recall that's what it was about, that I
discovered that I had lost time and I was suddenly faced with the prospect of having multiple personality disorder. I was
very upset by this, of course, in the dream -- but now that I'm awake, I wonder if my dreaming mind was trying to get
me to write even more accurately about what it feels like for someone who discovers that they have this affliction by
making me experience what it might be like to actually have it? Then, as if my dreaming mind thought this wasn't
enough, it switched the plot of the dream to my being at a beach being pursued by some kind of psychotic stalker!]
I'm in the resident's room of a hospital. They're talking about patients' cases, and I'm sick of listening to them. I go out
and find a mattress in the hallway of one of the patient wards to sleep on.
I wake up and return to the residents' room. But now there's construction going on all around them, and they're watching
a movie.
