Date of dream: Thursday, May 01, 2008
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I sort of go into sleep
paralysis. It's just a little of that "seizure" kind of feeling that
I used to have so often so many years ago (in fact, when I did have it way back
then, I thought I was getting epilepsy, but I wasn't).
Then I think I have an
OBE (but now I think it might have been a DREAM about an OBE). After I step
out of my body, I create a series of doors that I open in rapid succession.
I look down at what seems
to be a tiny ant trail. A drop of water is perched on a blade of grass and I
use it as a magnifying glass to look at what I seem to believe is a "cellulose
molecule." Dream logic tells me that it's very sweet and I should eat it
while I can. It looks like a little grid of white squares under the magnification
of the water droplet; I pinch it up with my fingers and put it in my mouth.
I do taste something sweet.
(shift) The dream plot
changes so that both my mother and I are witches ... and always have been. I
realize all the trouble we've had in our lives is due to society trying to make
us believe we were just normal people.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Wednesday, August 15, 2007
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[This was a dream that felt like it had a lot of power in it -- but, in spite of this, I had trouble with recall the moment that I
woke up. I don't know if my subconscious was editing out what my conscious mind was being allowed to remember, or if
I'm simply having a problem with recall lately. It did seem like I should have remembered more of it, based on how
intense it was. I haven't been having trouble remembering waking life events, so I don't believe it's a memory problem.]
I'm at some kind of meeting being held in a school gymnasium. It's for salespeople who do a lot of retail work. Selling
cars is somehow involved, even though those who are present are involved in selling other kinds of things.
At some point, I get into a conversation with a chipper saleswoman who seems very knowledgeable about the topics
being discussed.
"We know we're dreaming," I suddenly blurt out to her. Something powerful then happens [I can't remember what it
was].
After a while, I'm looking up at a frosted glass skylight a couple of feet above my head. On the glass are painted some
strange characters and the figure of a witch on a broom. I stare at the words for a few moments and suddenly they
shimmer and shift so that they read, "Witches' Black Magic -- Instructions."
For a moment I'm terrified ... isn't black magic the bad kind? But then something in my head tells me that I'm being
superstitious and that the association of the word "black" with evil is wrong. So, taking a chance, I float up through the
frosted glass as if it was made of air. I'm still a little leery of what I'm going to encounter next. Have I made a terrible
mistake?
But the next thing that happens is that I'm watching spider webs form around a stand of young trees. Suddenly the webs
grow sharp and cause all the trees to be severed at their bases and fall to the ground at the same time.
I turn my head and look at a nearby apartment building. Somehow I know that it's a tenement building somewhere in
Canada in the 1970s. In one of the windows an animated film is running of a Marlo Thomas type girl making faces at the
camera. The animation is jumpy and comical. Below her random words are appearing that are supposed to be
describing her expressions ... but they are going so fast I can't really read them.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Friday, April 28, 2006
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I'm in our old house in N___, Michigan. I'm in the living room facing a table that's next to the front window.
A baby falls off the table, but an unseen force seems to catch him and levitate him for a moment so that he lands
gently on the floor.
The scene shifts to my sister's bedroom at the far end of the house. I'm very angry at an older woman, who's over
by the front window of my sister's bedroom. The woman is some kind of witch and she was supposed to be taking
care of the baby.
I scream at her, very indignantly.
But she laughs at me, as if she's enjoying the performance I'm putting on. The thought runs through my mind that
perhaps I'm dreaming and she is actually a part of my dreaming mind that's trying to piss me off!
I wonder if this is true ... a part of the subconscious mind actually enjoys stimulating us to lose our temper just to
watch the show?! Or maybe it makes sure we're still alive by making us angry??
The child, now by the closet doors on the back side of the bedroom, turns into something almost like a stick figure.
He's dancing around. I'm confused by this, but become even less lucid. In my head, I think the actual situation is
that the baby will become real if the powers that be approve me to be its parent.
I wake up.
