Date of dream: Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I look at my hands and
see that there are duck-style webs between my fingers.
I start flapping my arms, and the webs catch the air enough so that I begin
to fly. Yet I'm still not lucid.
I
wake up.
Date of dream: Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I'm in a strange house sharing a room with Grandma. It doesn't occur to me that in real life she died a long time ago.
The dream goes on for a very long time, and many shifts occur. In one of the first ones, I'm flying over a city at a high
rate of speed. Then I'm interacting with people that live there.
Finally I'm aware that I'm dreaming. I let the dream go on for a very long time, knowing full well that this will cause me
to forget much of it after I wake up -- because this always happens when I do it this way. But there's something I'm
trying to remember to do that I gave myself as a lucid dream assignment, and I decide not to wake up until I remember
it.
I'm doing magical things, but I notice that they don't last -- things in the dream morph very quickly and deteriorate to
simpler, less-rendered objects. I don't recognize this as the lucid cue that I have tried to get myself to remember -- a
signal to me that I need to let the dream deconstruct even more, and perhaps reveal something more substantial and
psychic underneath.
At one point, there's a Madonna song being played as I fly along -- it's one I've never heard before (I can't remember it
now, but it was a catchy tune).
Later, I'm watching a Fourth of July celebration in colonial America. The way they celebrate it is to shoot many, many
rounds of buckshot into the river at the same location. The water hisses wherever the buckshot hits it, making the river
almost seem alive with so much striking it all at once.
Of course this might have worked for them, I think, they didn't really have money for fireworks back
then, and especially not out in some of the small towns.
Then I'm with people who I know have died. They are fun to be with, and I'm enjoying their company. I worry a little
that if I spend too much time here, I might die myself. But I dismiss the thought, because I'm having such a great time.
Strangely, one of them is my neighbor, M____, who I know is still alive. Another song pops into my head -- the words
are, "I have been Mati Hari once/I was reincarnated/weakened...."
(shift) I meet a family that has webbed feet. I look down and see that mine are now webbed, too ... I'm one of her kids.
The mother instructs us to get in the water and do what we're good at, and to just ignore how normal people make fun of
our feet.
We jump in the water and swim at breakneck speed by just barely moving our feet up and down, while they are pressed
together. I see shadows of all kinds of sharks and sea monsters go by underneath us as we swim. I realize that because
of our great speed in the water, we are in no danger of being eaten by them!
I wake up and don't move, I don't even open my eyes. My hands feel paralyzed. At the same time, they also have the
same funny feeling that I described in a recent dream -- they feel like a magnetic force is slightly pulling on them.
Finally, I move them and get up.
