Date of dream: Sunday, November 30, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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links to my dream illustrations, dream animations, and musical scores
[lucid assignment: let the dream direct itself, and just go along with the plot as an extra would]
I look up at the cliffs that are on either side of the tall ship that I'm on. I'm standing on the deck, and we're passing through a channel between the rocks. The waters are rough.
I wake up and realize the dream was probably a flashback to the old 1963 version of Jason and the Argonauts, when they were passing through the perilous channel. This is from the Wikipedia article about the movie: "To reach Colchis however, they must pass between the Clashing Rocks, a strait flanked by towering rock cliffs that shake and drop boulders to sink any ships attempting to pass between them."
Date of dream: Saturday, November 29, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
This dream has been viewed 5365 times.
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[lucid assignment: let the dream direct itself, and just go along with the plot as an extra would]
I'm in the tower of an old cathedral singing. As I do so, the church turns into a belfry-like structure on the top of a large house that's still under construction. I continue to sing these words in a rich, bass voice --
Of the things that were
And hav -e been
And for future years to see
Evermore and evermore.
D___, one of the medical residents who rotated through my lab IRL apparently heard me singing and comes running up to me and says, "Was that YOU?" (In real life she's a musician and a doctor).
Embarrassed, I try to deny it, but she doesn't believe me. Uncomfortable with the idea of someone hearing me sing, I walk away from her.
I wake up and try to keep the words and tune in my head, and even quietly sing them out loud. I begin to realize that they're not words and a melody of my own making, but the memory of a tune I sung in a choir at Christmas as a child -- "Of the Father's Love Begotten."
I'm also amazed at how good I sounded in the dream -- do I have the ability somewhere inside of me to sing like that in real life?
(Later on in the day I found the score for it, and here is a comparison of the words I sang and the actual words in the original) --
(And here are a few links to the entire piece) --
youtube video of choir
mp3 of organ version
Wikipedia article
Date of dream: Thursday, November 27, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
This dream has been viewed 5621 times.
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[lucid assignment: let the dream direct itself, and just go along with the plot as an extra would]
I'm in New York City. I come back to the garage that I have a dream memory of, that I parked my car in. But I've lost my key, and feel frantic. I go and wait in a line with other people who have lost their keys and are trying to find them.
When I get to the front of the line, a woman behind a table says that my car is there.
"But my key is not?" I ask incredulously.
A bizarre shift in the dream occurs, and I don't even notice. The woman behind the table has NOT just talked to me about my car, she has just told me that I'm supposed to go into the dean's office ... at Harvard University. I have new (dream) knowledge what this is about ... I didn't do well on my final exam in one of my (dream) classes at Harvard.
I plod in the direction of his office, certain that the news will be bad. When I go in, a silver-haired man in a suit has me sit down. He opens his mouth to speak to me, when the (dream) president of Harvard marches into the office.
"I'll take care of this," the dean says sharply to the president.
"No," the president replies, "I know you'll be too easy on him. I'm going to tell him." Then he turns to me and says, "You were ten questions off on the final exam." He turns back to the dean and says, "Tell him that he's to give up on Harvard, and he won't be allowed back." The president marches out of the office.
I look at the dean, and see an expression of great sadness pass across his face ... so much so I think he's going to shed a few tears. Suddenly I realize, the dean cares a great deal about me, and he thinks this event will ruin my life -- he thinks I will never try anything ambitious ever again. I'm so surprised by this insight into his thoughts that I wake up.
I sit up on the edge of my bed, wide awake because it was such a startling dream.
It almost immediately occurs to me that the dean was an aspect of myself, and has been in the background of my mind all these many years since I had a terrible year as a freshman in college in real life. While I did take a break from college and went back home for a year to recover, it suddenly occurs to me, as I sit there, that my subconscious was telling me via this dream that I GAVE UP on pursuing the best possible path for myself, and settled for something mediocre in exchange.
Then I start to feel inspired. Why else would I have had this dream, except to make me realize that I should still try to pursue such a path? Why is it ever too late to go for the best possible outcome that begins from that very moment?
Often people that have a large failure in life never have the energy to try again, since they feel their best effort has failed ... and this dream makes me realize I'm in danger of becoming one of those people.
