Date of dream: Saturday, October 20, 2012
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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There are a few people out there who are very dark, I realize in a (mostly forgotten) dream. It’s easy for me to forget they exist, but they are there. Most people, though, just want to do the right thing, I reassure myself with.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I’m at some sort of atheist church and am singing out of their special atheist’s hymnbook. The song goes, “So I’m singing, BYE-eee … BYE-eee … you told me to WALK a decent pa-ath and that’s why I’m gettin’ out of he-re ….” (“here” being a traditional Christian church, and the intent of the song immediately seemed to me to point out how corrupt many religious people are).
Before that my brother, D___, and I are trying to find my sister, C____. But the girl at the desk of her school — which is a hotel called the “Shah” — says she isn’t a student there. We argue with her, and I finally try to call C___. But it’s on the first cell phone I ever had, and most of the buttons have been scrambled around. It almost makes me lucid, because technology is always wonky in dreams.
We have to drop a key in the mailbox to the hotel, but then we see that it just falls on the carpet on the other side and aren’t too thrilled about that.
Then something about the name “Blanche” — I know I’m related to someone by that name, but my dreaming mind can’t piece it together. The second I wake up, though, I realize that IRL she was the wife of my mother’s first cousin.
(record, fall back to sleep)
I'm in a basement apartment storage area where people are dashing around, and things are very hectic. Someone threatens to fire me from whatever job I'm doing and I shout, “I DON’T CARE!”
(wake up, heart is pounding, record, fall back to sleep)
We live in this old, decrepit garage and my brother, D___, starts moving my things around and throwing some of it away. I lose my temper and start screaming as I rip up my old family photos and scream, “I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY NOW!”
(wake up, heart is pounding, record, I can’t fall back to sleep for the rest of the night)
Date of dream: Monday, March 12, 2012
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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I’m emboldened to be brave in a nightmare, being somewhat lucid. I go on the attack with some force of evil, not being afraid at all (details forgotten). I can see through my ceiling but I know it’s a lack of dream cohesion.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
“What’s more cheap that something that eats your sheep and then walks away for more and more,” I say rather randomly. I want to ask if the Queen Mother is still alive, because in the dream I can’t remember. Someone is the personal assistant to the queen; the Queen Mother has been infected with an alien parasite. It connects to the back of her neck, but looks like a hairpiece. But from the back, I watch it bunch up and turn into something that looks like a rodent. A huge hole in the back of her head opens up with the edges pulling back like carefully knitted, silver pieces of yarn. Inside her head it’s hollow, but there is some kind of silvery organization of the inside walls of her cranium and the rodent moves into this space. It sucks the life force out of her.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
Whitey and Whitney fighting in the afterlife (wait a minute, Whitey’s still alive!)
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I’m holding cobras or big snakes that are kind of stupid. I’m not afraid of them, but one of them gets out. They’re trying to catch spiders which have also escaped from a container, but they’re all over my brother, B___’s clothes and he tries to just whack them off. But one of them goes in a cage. Then there’s a shift and they become bees and one starts chasing me and stings me. Now they’re yellowish-green.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
“You can get one on the Ballere,” someone says to me about a hospital lab result. It’s a hematology printout, but the red dots on it look kind of clumpy. A lecture had already started. I say, “Maybe I can do it anyway.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Saturday, July 30, 2011
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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I drink all night, and then find myself in the early morning near Memorial Drive in Cambridge, Massachusetts. I think about the bad side effects of alcohol. Specifically, I wonder how it’s affecting my short-term memory.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I’m looking at the stars and they don’t move, which makes me think I’m NOT dreaming. They’re in the shape of a little vortex; some twinkle out but they twinkle back in again.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
“I AM taking communion for you guys, instead of doing the hard parts all the time!” I tell a member of my church (T___). I am angry and suddenly assertive that they always expect me to do the less desirable parts of the service, and even walk off when volunteers are being requested.
Then I’m at a restaurant, and all my family members disappear when I’m not looking. I’m left alone. I get angry, how dare they do that to me? Even my mom and dad. I find them and I yell at them, “I am NOT going to take this anymore, and because this is a dream I’m going to walk on this carpet and it’s going to turn into the church. Then I’m going to lay down the law that you can’t abandon me anymore, nor can others force me to do parts of the service that they don’t want to do!” I start walking on the carpet and, indeed, the restaurant turns into a church. But I wake up right then.
