Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:Rating: Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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I'm in a hotel room and I keep going in and out of the dream. But I think real life is the hotel, and my bedroom is the dream. I feel mentally disabled and can't think clearly. I'm looking out the hotel window when I suddenly become very weak and collapse. People come in and scorn me for being ill.
(shift) I see the Vermeer painting that I did a number of animations and copies of in art school. Someone has done a new animation on it.
I wake up and realize that the animation I saw on the web recently of Picasso's Guernica --
-- must have stimulated my subconscious to recall all the animations I did of the painting of Vermeer's. IRL I also have a charcoal and conte crayon replica that I did of the Vermeer -- it's framed and hanging in my living room.
Level of Lucidity: Level of Cohesiveness:Rating: Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: WBTB
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A combination of two dogs I've had, M___ (a poodle) and W____ (a springer spaniel) is following me around, but I don't seem to notice that a combination has occurred. I'm focused on getting my grandmother (deceased in real life) to some old, Corinthian-looking columns so that she'll be protected from a hail of nails that is falling from the sky. When we get behind the pillars, I reach around and pick some up. They're small nails and all are bent slightly in the middle. Additionally, they have a layer of cream-colored lacquer painted on them.
I wake up, take a Tylenol PM, and go back to sleep.
I'm at my senior prom -- but it's a year after I graduated, for it's in the gym in N___, Michigan. My date is K___ (actually she was my brother's date the year after). We walk outside, and I tell her I'm gay and then I fly off over a field. My speed begins to pick up as I fly towards a giant ball of static black and white dots in the distance.
(shift) I a new dream that goes on for a very long time, I become aware that I'm dreaming. I'm in a house with a bunch of children, and I think they are in real life -- I'm certain their voices are coming through into my dream. As the dream goes on, it becomes clear that they seem to think this, too.
The whole house is speeding through the Beacon Hill area of Boston as if it was on a giant flatbed truck, but I think nothing of it. (I forgot a lot of the dream at this point, because it went on for so long).
The kids teasing me call me "mippy," and tell me that it's time to wake up.
"Pull on my ear," I tell them, "that should wake me up."
They do, but it doesn't -- I realize that I'm quite stuck in this dream. I start to worry -- is it possible to be in a dream for too long? What if I never wake up? (a recurring theme for me).
Some kind of consciousness shift occurs and, while I'm still in the same moving house full of kids, I think I have now awakened into real life. But I'm lying like a sack of potatoes on the floor -- I can't move and my thoughts seem slow and sluggish.
My brother, D_____ walks in the doorway and, seeing my lying on the floor, says, "Al, we're going to have dinner now -- wake up."
I decide to try my tried and true method of waking up, shaking my head back and forth. Indeed, I wake up the instant I start to shake my head.
I look up at my ceiling in real life and see a pattern of swirling dots on it. I realize that my dream is still going on, I'm simply projecting it onto my real life view of my room!
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:Rating: Lucid Intent?
Yes
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I'm at the vet's with my old springer spaniel (deceased IRL). The vet and her assistants are trying to save his life. They roll him over on his back and open up the hide over his chest as if it was just velcroed in place. I'm horrified when I see that instead of a ribcage, he has a endoskeleton of sorts that seems to have been fabricated out of plastic. They open that up, and I'm even MORE horrified to see that he has very few organs left inside ... and his heart, in particular, is small and shriveled up. The vet begins forcing his heart to pump by gently squeezing it, and I get the feeling that he is about to die. I start crying.
C__, my sister, is there and is asking all kinds of questions. Like "How did you get that plastic skeleton inside of him?" and, "How has he survived this long with so few internal organs?
In other words, she is asking the very things that I should be asking which would lead up to the realization that I'm dreaming, but I don't think it's a dream even for a split second ... until I wake up.
Back asleep, I'm in a new dream where a bunch of us are about to watch a "hologram interactive movie." My interest is piqued, for IRL I'm currently writing a science fiction novel that has virtual reality as a major part of the plot.
I'm not disappointed. I'm sent sliding through a tube that feels totally real. I wonder how they accomplished creating such an amazing virtual reality setup. Then, as I'm sliding, I'm suddenly eating delicious popcorn. I wonder if my body is really eating popcorn back in the theater, or if this is an illusion, too (but how would a virtual reality setup create tastes and textures inside of your mouth?!).
Then the adventurous part of the movie begins. A secret agent is showing us how to tap a special antenna on any device, and each tap will advance the sophistication of the device ... while making it smaller at the same time. He demonstrates this on a machine that I don't recognize. Metal parts shrink down as if they were made of fluid, buttons rearrange themselves into more organized rows, etc.
"It makes everything better," he explains. "See how this machine is shrinking in size and becoming more high tech at the same time?" I'm amazed at how realistic the movie is -- never suspecting for a moment that not only is there no movie, but it's my brain producing the whole story and amazing special effects.
I wake up.
Additional Comments:
I was starting to worry that my brain was not as capable anymore of the amazing dreams I used to have when I was younger. But the detail and image rendering of the second dream has made me feel better as far as this goes.
