Date of dream: Monday, May 31, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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At our old New Hampshire house, I’m looking out the windows and can see up to the building that’s up above, on the hill (dream memory, there never was a building there). Then I go back to my old (dream memory bedroom) and can see into building next door — I feel like there’s not enough privacy, so I pull the shades. However, there’s an ocelot in my room with leopard spots and it snarls at me. Then it scratches and bites me for no reason.
I wake up.
Date of dream: Saturday, May 29, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
This dream has been viewed 119 times.
I got busy this week and didn’t have a chance to transcribe these from my digital voice recorder until today, so I’m just lumping them all together.
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A woman dives off a high dive, but misses the edge of the pool and lands head first onto a seated woman in a bathing suit. But the first woman slips right into the second’s bathing suit, which seems to be made of some incredible stretching material, because the diver goes about 20 feet farther and the material of the swimsuit is still holding her.
To some guys that are just watching this with their mouths hanging open, I say, “What’s the matter with you, call 911!”
But they ask me what to do about the incredible stretching bathing suit.
Slightly lucid, I say, “Only deal with the diver, the dream has gone on for too long already.”
**
I pull a clear layer of skin off my feet. I wonder if I’m “delaminating.” I try to keep a dog away from eating the pieces.
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I’ve gone back to boarding academy and I think about all the dreams I’ve had about it … and here now I’m actually going back again in real life! I’m quite excited about that this IS what I want to do, even though I’m 56.
I want to try something completely different — I don’t want to do science, art, or english again. How about music and theater?
No one notices how old I am.
**
I’m trying to smash priceless treasures at a museum, but nothing breaks. Not even a fragile-looking glass vase that I throw at a wall. Some other guy follows after me and easily demolishes things, and sneers at me for not being as good at it as he is.
I pick up a lamp and throw it at a cupboard — but the lamp just vaporizes and leaves a burn mark on the front of the cupboard doors.
**
A very long dream — I’m on a boat (I forgot most of what happened because I let the dream go on for so long).
I hear my phone ringing in real life, but I don’t want to wake up — so I ignore it. Because I’m lucid, too.
I wake up and check my phone — no one attempted to call me in the hours I was sleeping.
**
I finally figure out that my worst fears in my dreams are embodied in a giant “dream machine” that looks like it’s from Nazi Germany. I realize I need to face my fears, so to face it, I put my hand on it in various spots, “healing” it and making those parts smooth. It works, but I also realize there just is not enough time to keep up and do it all — it will always be defective with only me working on it.
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Tiny parasite things get on our hands and begin multiplying like crazy. I purposely cut my finger and it becomes transparent as I squeeze it, trying to bleed the little organisms out into the fireplace. It works, and finally just plain blood comes out of the cut with no parasites in it. (This dream pretty accurately describes the problems we’ve been having with my dad in real life — he’s been cutting himself with safety pins, saying that he’s getting parasites out from under his skin.)
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I’m looking at the live feed in the Gulf of Mexico, and they’ve stopped the oil leak (unfortunately, this dream was NOT precognitive).
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I’m trying to find my brother and his friends in a strange building that I’m in. When I finally find an elevator, a man is shutting the door, even though he can see me coming.
“Hold that elevator!” I shout, and the door slowly stops closing. Right then I notice the inside of the elevator is as big as a room. This almost makes me lucid.
Date of dream: Thursday, May 20, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: Other
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I’m supposed to be doing karate in some class, but I do it like tai chi — I almost become lucid as I make complicated moves and graceful motions with my hands, for I took a Tai Chi class in real life and wasn’t very good at it … how is it I’m suddenly some kind of master? Indeed, the maneuvers I’m doing seem almost magical.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
My brother, D___, is building a castle by the ocean, but it’s based on the broken foundation of an old, ruined castle that used to stand there.
“The basement floor will be dirt?” I ask.
He says it and the foundation will be solid rock, and the new parts of the castle will partly modern.
Then we see a rabid horse in a nearby river, swimming along but foaming at the mouth. Nearby, all these people are in the water clinging to their turned-over canoe. I want to help them, because I’m afraid the horse will bite them, but they ignore me and just swim away from the canoe and the horse. Suddenly another horse, also foaming at the mouth, charges down the road towards where my brother and I are standing.
(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)
The Indigo Girls do a fireworks show for a crowd of people. The rockets simply explode on a large framework of wire that’s shaped like a high wall. However, it blows up and falls on them, and some of them get slightly hurt. Unfazed, they put the wall back together anyway and stick more fireworks in it, preparing for a second round.
(shift) A dream character doesn’t realize he got a woman pregnant because he points out a word on a page that described a procedure that was done to him: “spylondos,” which I have dream knowledge means getting castrated (I just looked that word up on google, and the closest thing is a search engine in England called, “spylondon.net). The fetus is barely viable, though — its erythopoietin levels are too low, and it’s only conscious in the womb for moments at a time.
I wake up.
