Date of dream: Saturday, August 31, 2002
Level of Lucidity:
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My brother and I were staying in an old, ramshackle hotel in a big city. We were looking in a mirror on the wall and were both very
perplexed, because the reflections of ourselves left off our faces...directly attached to our necks were the tops of our heads, with the
hair on them. I turned my head a little, though, and saw the reflection of the whole side of my face appear.
"Turn your head a little," I said to my brother, and when he did so he also saw the side of his face.
But when we turned our heads back, our reflections immediately went back to this bizarre look of heads of hair sitting directly on top of
our necks.
"This is a dream!" I shouted out loud. I ran over to the window. I crouched down and pressed my hands against the floor. Soon it began
to soften, and my hands started to pass through to the floor below. But there was too much material to go through...soon I was up to my
elbows, and I hadn't gotten through to the ceiling of the floor below us yet. My brother was staring at me wide-eyed, as if he still didn't
understand what was going on.
I didn't care. I just wanted to do something cool before the dream ended. I pulled my arms out of the floor and dashed over to the large
window with Venetian blinds that overlooked the city. I pressed my hands up against them, and the material of the blinds and the glass
easily dissolved. I popped out into the air, many stories above the ground, and began zooming over the city.
It looked very real. The perspective of each building changed as I passed over it; also, it was a city with many trees, for I noted how
pretty the combination of buildings and landscape was. The sun was just rising.
However, I noticed that, in spite of the high speed I was doing loop-de-loops at, I was gradually dropping closer and closer to the ground.
I tried the old technique of looking upwards to get back up in the air again, but it didn't work. "Why fight it?" I finally told myself.
I came to a running stop on a little street in a suburb just outside of the city. And suddenly I was no longer lucid. In my head was the
thought that I was a homeless person, and I wanted to be taken in and loved by anyone who would adopt me. I walked up to the nearest
house...a humble dwelling with a beautiful garden...and knocked on the door. When someone answered I said, "Could I please stay for the
night?"
Date of dream: Friday, August 30, 2002
Level of Lucidity:
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I did the oddest thing this morning. Since I'd been having trouble recalling my dreams, I came up with the idea of just tracing with my
finger on the bedsheet next to me, the first letter of the sentence that I thought I might be writing later on, after I completely woke up,
to describe that part of the dream.
And so I slowly traced out letters that helped me remember this dream. I don't think it's a dream I would have ordinarily remembered too
many details of, either; I was far from lucid, and much of it was standard fare for the kind of dreams I have.
I was a passenger in a car. I was let out; I started climbing a steep incline by the side of the road. But on my way up to a structure on
top, I saw what looked like a Ford Explorer go off the road and crash violently into a ditch. The whole engine crumpled inward on the
passenger compartment.
I finished the climb to the top, and once inside the building there, I asked for a phone so that I could call 911. But everyone there was
very confused. They led me through a series of rooms and finally sat me down in front of a device that didn't really look like a phone.
But I tried to figure out how it worked anyway. It appeared that you had to hold down an "ALT" or function key while pressing the
numbers. I tried that, but to no avail.
(Now this part is written down on the pad next to my bed, but I have no memory of it!). A silver ball was struck.
I was feeling less than confident that my call was getting through, so I left the building and climbed back down the slope. I went to
another larger building that was at the end of the road that the Explorer would have made it to if it had not crashed. The building was
some kind of school.
Inside there, I again asked for a phone. Someone pointed one out to me; but a student was next to it, with his arm kind of over it, and I
couldn't get to it. "Excuse me," I said, "I'm sorry if I have to ask you to get out of the way, but there's been an emergency and I must
call 911."
He obliged; but I ran into the same problem with this telephone. A key had to be pressed down at the same time the numbers were pressed,
and I just didn't seem to be able to do it. Just when I thought I was getting somewhere, I started hearing mumbled, pre-recorded
messages coming out of the earpiece. I hung up.
I went outside. A woman I used to work with (until she retired) and her husband had turned into midgets, and were using their arms and
their legs to gallop towards me eagerly. They wanted to talk to me, and reminisce.
"There's no time!" I told them. "I need to call 911."
But it was then that I noticed that one of the crash victims had gotten herself out of the vehicle. She was cut up and badly hurt, but she
was alive.
(this is the point at which I began dreaming another dream, while recalling the former).
I was writing first letters of something down on paper. For the life of me I couldn't remember what it was. I was in a bedroom that had
been built in a gazebo. Someone had brought flowers for me.
Date of dream: Wednesday, August 28, 2002
Level of Lucidity:
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I was sleeping at my parent's house in the guest bedroom, when I found myself in the process of sitting up in bed. Quickly I recognized
that I was in a dream, even though the room looked exactly the same. "I've got to try and go out of body!" I said to myself.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and felt a strange resistance. I didn't know what it was, but I told myself to move
slowly...because perhaps the resistance would wake me up if I pushed too hard against it.
I succeeded. I got out of bed and walked lightly over to the closet doors. Confidently I passed through them, as if they were air...and
also through the wall in the back of the closet.
But this put me out in a hallway that didn't look like the one in my parent's house. I can't really think of a house I've ever been in that
had this floor plan, either; but my dad was standing right there, looking at me with a shocked expression. Had he seen me come out of the
wall?!
"Al, what's going on here?!" he shouted.
"Don't worry about it, Dad, I'm just having a dream," I replied. I then walked through another wall into a small room that had a crude
wooden trunk in it with an open lid. I leaped into it, not being able to see the bottom of it because of the darkness in the small room.
Instantly I found myself in outer space, traveling at a speed that had to be faster than the speed of light (Einstein was wrong!), because
the stars were zooming past me and leaving long trails behind them as they went by. I found a website that simulates pretty closely what I
saw in my dream:
http://javaboutique.internet.com/StarField/
But, abruptly, I found myself back in the bed in my parents' guest bedroom again. Since the dream still felt pretty stable, I did the same
thing all over again...slowly got out of bed, passed through the closet doors.
This time, though, I fell into a laundry chute that was just inside the closet doors (this chute doesn't exist in real life). I dropped through
it into just empty, black space. I could feel the fact that I was falling faster and faster all through the nerves of my body...even though I
couldn't see a thing around me. Then, somehow, I figured out how to control this acceleration. I was still speeding up in my descent in
spite of this control, but what the control was allowing me to do was to accelerate faster...or, not quite so fast.
The dream switched so that I was out in space again, with the stars zipping by. This time, though, I noticed that far off in the distance
was some enormous, dark blob...so large that it didn't seem to be getting closer, in spite of the fact that stars that should be many light
years apart were blazing by as if they were only inches away from me.
I was very glad to have this dream. Almost twenty years ago, when I first started experimenting with my dreams, one of my first lucid
ones was of flying through space with the stars going by me in almost identical fashion to what they did in this dream. And, also as in this
dream, there was a large, dark object in deep space that I didn't seem to be getting any closer to. Go figure.
