re-examine your waking life
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Lucid Intent? Yes Lucid Technique: Other
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A ghastly dream. I'm back in high school and in this large house by the ocean, and preparing to go overseas with a number of other students. It's some weird reality show, too though, because we "vote off" this D____ K____-like girl and a guy. Then I'm by myself trying to figure out how to use some software. I get very frustrated and feel like I'm stuck in an impossible rut... as far as my whole life is concerned. It's a horrible feeling.
(shift) I'm looking at a sky scene and I notice that the clouds have been painted in several layers of muted gray. Finally, a transparent layer of bright white clouds was added over all the others. I think to myself to get out of my rut I should paint this picture.
I wake up and think that perhaps I'm in "ruts" in my waking life that I'm not even aware of ... should I just step back and re-think how I'm going about the business of conducting my waking life?
I record and fall back asleep. After another dream, I wake up and record these words: "You have to decide that caggle will and the wolf you'll be responsible for that in your life." Even before I finish saying the words, I realize I'm just speaking nonsensically! (I don't have an explanation for this, it was very odd ... and even now, almost 24 hours later, I still remember saying the words, but do not recall the dream at all).
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I'm in a mall looking in the mirror and I feel pretty good about my appearance. I have a new haircut and I think my clothes look good. But suddenly this guy comes along who's dressed similarly and is crowing about how good he looks. He tells me his velour shoes cost either $19 or $12. I don't think he looks that great, but I realize I'm dressed about the same ... which kind of bursts my bubble.
I have to climb down a ladder to go past a restaurant when it occurs to me that I'm going the wrong way. However, when I go back up the ladder a security guard tells me I have to squeeze through a small space. I purposely disobey him, telling him that I have claustrophobia and there's no way I'm going through that narrow opening. I'm a little bit lucid, and vaguely recall that it's always a mistake to try to squeeze through small spaces in a dream, because they only get smaller the second you get inside them.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
My brothers and I are rushing along to an apartment building to stop some kind of criminal. It's dark out and I feel a little bit afraid. When we get inside, D___ rushes ahead and I worry that he's going to get hurt. But then I see a detective is already there, a tall black man by the name of George Washington (last name forgotten).
(Shift) We are suddenly in one of the rooms of the apartment building and my mother is there with M___, our old poodle. I'm puzzled by this and I ask her how old M____ is now.
"63 years old," she replies, and I'm even more puzzled for that's even older than I am, and why wasn't I made aware that she's been alive all these years? But I'm so happy to see M___ again that I pick her up and hug her, and she licks my face joyfully.
I wake up.
