Date of dream: Sunday, October 07, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent?
No
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Once again I find myself wandering out a city, this time I’m with my daughter Anna. I like this city, it seems familiar and friendy, if a bit run down. I stand on the corner near a newsstand, rooting around through my purse for bus fare. I am digging in my wallet as a small crowd gathers around me. They are all amazed by the way the wallet telescopes and collapses. It doesn’t appear to be doing any such thing to my eyes, it’s doing its ordinary job of laying there open while I shuffle through bills. I find a two dollar bill with an odd picture on it, I know bus fare is two dollars, but this probably won’t be accepted in the machine. So, I take out two singles.
Switch:
Night has fallen and I’m standing with a bunch of people looking across the street to the second story balcony of an apartment building. Lions and tigers are lined up against the balcony railing, looking out over the city. It occurs to me that it is a very easy jump for any of those big cats down to the sidewalk. I try to warn people as I start heading down the street. Sure enough, one of the tigers leaps over the railing and begins prowling.
I’m careful not to run, but the tiger is moving very quickly up the street, I only have a one block headstart. There are some open convenience stores ahead, about ¼ of a block away, but I think I won’t get there in time. I turn up the walk to an apartment building with a light on in the lobby, hopefully the door is open. It is, phew, and I step inside as the building caretaker (a unkempt grey haired man in a white undershirt) starts to scold me for being on private property. I quickly and breathlessly tell him about the tiger and he looks past my shoulder, eyes widening as he sees the tiger crossing the street and coming towards the building.
Two or three people that are familiar to me (in the dream) are now standing in the dark outside of the apartment building. My heart is in my throat, the tiger is almost upon them. I wonder if I’m about to witness tragedy. But, the tiger merely rubs up against their legs like any kitten might do. They absently scratch the tiger behind his huge ears and go on chatting amiably, just like any neighbors might do on a warm evening.
Date of dream: Thursday, April 10, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
Lucid Technique: RT
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Running down the block wearing flip-flops isn't easy and I kept losing my concentration, thus losing my rhythm. Gradually I started taking longer and longer strides until I was fairly flying over the sidewalk. Okay, now, THIS was a much easier way to run! My husband caught sight of me and pointed me out proudly to a female friend he was standing with, "Look, look! Look how my wife can fly!" I vaulted up off the sidewalk and threw myself in to a tiny window on our porch, pretty damn pleased with myself. I knew how to fly!
Once inside I flew nonchalantly around the house a few times, pleased that I had finally learned how to fly. I always knew I had it in me. As I flew around the kitchen, it dawned on me that I might, in fact, be dreaming this. That lamp over on the table didn't exactly look familiar to me. I looked down to the floor, seeing that it was carpeted in a brown nubbly material. Aha! My kitchen floor wasn't carpeted, it has dark red tiles! I knew then I was dreaming. First thing I did was open one of the kitchen drawers, expecting to find unusual treasure. Instead, it was empty. I shrugged it off and flew back outside.
What to do I wondered? I could pretty much do anything I liked, I guessed. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to wish myself into a new landscape. No good, didn't work. I tried a couple more times without success. I thought that it would perhaps be best to just go ahead and see what kind of adventures I found, see what the dream would give me. It'd be SO much fun, if only I didn't feel so lonely.
I was pretty high up in the air, but as I flew over a hill the ground rushed up to meet me. At the top of the hill, a young man with shaggy blonde hair waved merrily at me. I was pleased, instantly feeling less lonely. Over the hill, I could see a city set upon the waterside. Long piers led into the water with several ships docked there. I steered away from that side of town, having no wish to accidentally find myself in the deep water beyond the harbor. I flew over a large swimming pool, empty of people but filled with sparkling water, it seemed inviting and I nearly flew down into it. I decided against that and continued on. There must have been a convention of mermaids because they were all over the place. I couldn't tell if they were real mermaids or if they were pretty girls dressed up in mermaid costumes. I sort of thought it must be the latter. I flew in through their warehouse, waving hello as I passed through. All the mermaid girls seemed impressed with my flying abilities. I was coming to a set of closed glass doors and I thought to myself how impressed they'd REALLY be when they saw me pass right through the glass as though it wasn't there. It tickled me to show off for the mermaids a little bit. I left them oohing and ahhing behind me.
I alighted in an outdoor pavilion filled with men and women. Everyone was amazed by my arrival, guess I was the only one in this dream who knew how to fly. I seemed to be some sort of dream celebrity, I quickly became aware that all these people had been waiting for me. I made a quick decision, I would choose one of them for a dream companion, a soul mate. I knew there was one here for me. I clapped my hands and got their attention, waiting until they all quieted down. I smiled, "Hello. My name is Sharon, I'm 22 years old (!!), and one of you is my soul mate. If you'd all please line up, I'll shake hands with each of you. I'll know who it is when I meet you." To my half astonishment, everyone started to form a line. I caught sight of a man with shiny brown hair and a remarkable pair of hazel eyes fringed with dark lashes. Was that who I was looking for? I half thought so, but I determined to go through the whole process of meeting each and every one of them who was interested in being chosen.
I started shaking hands with men, moving down the line as graciously as I could.
One jittery man, tall and lanky stuttered out his name, "H-h-h-i! I'm D-d-d-dan." I smiled at him and said nice to meet you, passing him by (I felt a little bad for him, but couldn't let myself chose him, wasn't a good enough reason).
Another tall, stocky man introduced himself as Gilbert Grape. He confidentially leaned in as I shook his hand and said, "I've got 911 printed on my robe." I smiled, wondering privately what the hell that might possibly mean.
Another man I recognized from high school. "My name is John Andreotti" he told me as he solemnly shook my hand. I nodded, "Yes I know." He looked closer at me, "Do you know me?" "Yes," I said, "yes, I know you from high school. Remember?" He nodded, saying ah yes...and I passed him by.
The next man I shook hands with I recognized as well. I smiled at him as he told me his name was John Cusak. Curiously, he was wearing his sweater up over his head, which I found charming. I pulled him out of the line and asked him if he would please wait, that I wasn't at all sure, but something told me he MIGHT be the one. He lit up, seriously? I nodded, smiling. He moved to sit behind me, then turned back to me, "Are you SURE? Because I don't want you to be mistaken." I explained to him that no I wasn't sure, but I would know soon enough. He thought about this for a second, then nodded and sat himself down.
The line began to get unruly then, with fellows pushing each other. I thought maybe I'd go to the other end of the line, I had a vague idea that the man I really wanted, the soul I needed to link up with was somewhere near that other end. I shook hands with one more man, a large man with graying hair who introduced me to his companion, a slight woman with short brown hair who's name was Gail. I shook her hand too, interested to meet a female in this line of men. I smiled at them both, but was glancing around to find the man with the hazel eyes. I wanted to shake his hand badly, because I was beginning to believe he was the one I was looking for.
And then..I woke up. Geez, what would I have done had I found him?? I sighed into the dark of my bedroom, dang.
Additional Comments:
1. It amuses me that I used lucid cues that aren't logical. My kitchen floor doesn't have dark red tiles,
that entire apartment looked nothing whatever like my own home.
2. It futher amuses me that I was 22 in the dream. Why that age? I felt like ME, but I'm 50!
3. I have never really liked John Cusak all that much, another thing which I find amusing. Why in the
world would I choose him for a possible soulmate? I've complained to my daughter that I don't
understand why her generation finds that guy so attractive.
4. This is the second lucid dream in which I have felt lonely.
