Date of dream: Tuesday, December 29, 2009
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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Someone rings my doorbell and I only open the door to my living room and call out into the entryway, “Who is it?”
I see a shadow but whoever it is doesn’t move or reply.
My neighbor across the hall, J____, is looking out of his door, too, and says, “I’ll call 911,” and he goes back in his place.
I run over and open the door and the shadow of a large man in a black overcoat and turned down brim hat zips by. I try to see if he went upstairs or into my unit, but I don’t see him anywhere. I shut the door to my living room and see, to my dismay, that little fires are starting everywhere around my living room. Did the stranger do this? I put them out rapidly, but then my place starts to literally fall apart. I wonder if the man somehow caused my place to become haunted. The floor becomes concrete and standing water drains down through holes in it. My huge plants go away.
Then it's years later. Developers tore down a bunch of buildings and then never built new ones, and huge weeds grew up everywhere like tropical plants. My house is a vacant lot and B____ Street is blocked off. There are drug dealers and criminals around, but I don't care for my safety — I'm quite old at this point … what have I got to lose?! But I'm very sad. Somehow all my savings got lost, too, so I’m homeless. I see that there's even a prostitution house down the street and I feel shocked that my neighborhood went this low.
I wake up and feel greatly relieved, but wonder why my dreaming mind tortures me with nightmares like this.
(record, fall back to sleep)
I’m talking to the sisters of a girl who’s in the hospital being treated for leukemia. The sisters both work in the chemotherapy department and one of them says putting lidocaine and inoxine (I know there’s such a thing as lidocaine, but I just googled inoxine and found it exists, too) into the tiny veins of some of their patients' toes is necessary.
I say, “Well, you might as well inject it into their capillaries,” trying to be funny.
But they’re not amused.
I get really tired and can't talk.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I ask my brother, B___, if I can spend some time talking with him, because we've been so out of touch. I have some of his books, I say, and wonder if I can keep them for a little while longer because I want to read them.
(shift) B____ is now a young man from the T___ family (family friends when we lived in California years ago). His name is Bish, and he is one of the sons who keeps to himself, and claims the family doesn't matter to him (they didn't have a son named Bish).
Then I’m with the whole T____ family and I say, “It’s so good to see you all again!”
I become lucid and think that perhaps I should summon up the spirit of their daughter who died years ago of a drug overdose in real life, so I stare at a doorway and try to will her spirit to appear in a display of sparkles and smoke. I say, “Look, there's W___!”
But instead of a ghost appearing with special effects, she's just really there — and she looks completely solid and alive.
The T____ family sees her and they are overjoyed to be reunited with her. I go up to her, too, and tell her she looks great and it's really good to see how well she's doing.
Suddenly M____’s there, too, and I realize I completely forgot in the dream that they had another daughter who died tragically in real life, in a head-on collision. I say to the father, “J____, look, M____’s here, too!”
He replies, “Oh, B____ (his wife) and I see her all the time."
Then I realize they might be dead, too — we knew them back in the 1960s, perhaps they also died, but of old age.
Then we all go out in the driveway and M_____ says “I’m going to take a little vacation now, no big deal.” She fades away into thin air without any special effects or even music.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Monday, December 28, 2009
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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We're living in a greenhouse. Before that, two things (forgotten) in the dream didn't work. Something about shutting one of them off, and C____ tells me he has a better job than everyone else, and he kind of scorns the job I have. I feel humiliated.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
My brother, D___, is now writing short stories and is submitting them to a literary journal.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
We're going through all kinds of places. There are fall leaves about, which kind of throws me off ... isn't it already winter? K____ C_____ is afraid of spiders.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I’m looking at a couch with a stippled surface that's purple and gray. I study it and realize that perhaps I should make my dream sets up to be simpler — is it too much for my dreaming mind to constantly be producing elaborate sets, and is that why I sometimes see defects in them ... it can't keep up with the set design? After all, it does have to do them in 3D, too, not just flat like a painting (although in times past it has occasionally done that in a dream where it had gotten way behind with keeping up with the special effects). I decide to keep the rest of this dream simple, but I wake up.
Date of dream: Sunday, December 27, 2009
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
This dream has been viewed 756 times.
I'm singing about sidhonoric acid (a google search turns up nothing on this word!) and talking to P___ (the bus driver from real life that I broke my friendship off with because he started dropping clues that he was a pedophile -- which made me immediately stop taking that bus).
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
Running a flight simulator, it's kind of real, though -- I'm using a mouse but it's connected to a plane over Boston. There's a shift, and now it's a car I'm flying ... it touches down on the freeway in the middle of traffic and then turns into a truck. I'm watching it "remotely" and I see it roll into the Charles River. I try to pull it out with the mouse, although it distorts a little widthwise as I do so. A few moments later I see that I'm back on the road going north and I try to make it fly, but it doesn't seem to work. Using the mouse again, I pick up a telephone pole that's directly in my way,
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
"Salvation" is somehow mixed up with a book about selling one's blood like a junkie would -- in a weird sort of way. Then I whack E____ (the person in real life who founded the religion I grew up in, which I left years ago) on the forehead with a plastic syringe for all the trouble she's caused me throughout my lifetime.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I think while I'm in a physics department I should set up an experiment for a flying dolphin; and I think, Birds are in the air and seals should be in the sky. Then I see a small jet that propels itself through the air like a seal would do through the water. I go to talk about the idea with a professor.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I find myself waking up in a strange bed. I'm shocked to see that a lesbian friend of mine from real life is in bed with me, and kind of draped over me. I'm kind of disturbed by this development ... it's quite a shock to find out that she's not only straight AND interested me, but also that she thought that myself, a gay man, wouldn't object to sleeping with a woman.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
I'm at a hotel for a conference. My parents are there, too, but my mother is in a terrible mood about something. There's a Sunday paper for everyone. There's some confusion about which lectures we're each going to be attending, but then I get preoccupied with a delivery of mail that just arrived. I'm shocked to see that one package had to have been circulating in the Postal Service for almost forty years, for the return address is in my grandfather's handwriting and says, "Mr. and Mrs. V___ H_____." (he died in 1971). Then I see another package from my brother's ex-parents-in-law, "J___ and W____ B_____." I wonder how these packages managed to stay in circulation and yet not reach their destination all these years. I see another has my parent's old Tennessee address on it, and then another one is from "Pat Nixon."
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
Long, long dream where I get out of body, starting with my hands rising up, and then do it over and over again ... probably 20 times. I experiment with a lot of things, knowing that I'm going to forget most of them because I'm letting the dream go on for so long. Also, every time I wake up and go right back into an OBE I usually forget the dreams before that (indeed, all I can remember now is one sequence where I was experimenting with the "reality" of the dream -- but I can't even remember any details of that). Finally I notice what's bumping me out of the OBE dreams so many times -- my lips aren't quite shut, and they make a funny noise every now and then that wakes me up.
I finally wake up and DON’T go back into OBE, rather I get up.
