Date of dream: Thursday, August 21, 2008
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Lucid Intent?
No
Lucid Technique: WILD
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Seattle, WA
At my daughter's house, I awoke early in the morning while it was still dark, feeling very relaxed. I thought I might try to have a lucid dream and so I let my mind drift peacefully.
Soon, I felt myself loosen a little and I rolled to my left out of my body and down to the floor. I stopped at the wood floor (my daughter's real bedroom floor has a white carpet on it), unable to pass through it. I got up, and tried then to pass through the wooden bedroom door. I couldn't move through that either so I opened it and stepped through into the living room. I tried then to fly through the glass window, but couldnt' even manage that, I reached across and unlatched the window, thinking that might help. I gave up and opened the front door, hoping that I wasn't actually sleep walking and moving through my daughter's apartment in my physical body. I thought for a moment how awful it would be if I thought I could fly and leapt off the balcony to my death...geez! I didn't worry too much about that though, I was reasonably sure I was dreaming. I stood on the balcony and leapt into the air, relieved that I could fly.
I moved through the air in a sort of swimming motion, quickly realizing that I really didn't need to pull myself through the air, I could just fly without moving any of my limbs at all. I was moving down the street, aware that there was a mountain to the southeast of where I was and a lake directly ahead of me. I stayed just under the limbs of the trees on the street, unwiling to go too high or too far afield. I pulled a leaf from one of the trees, thinking I might be able to keep it as a proof that I had really been out flyign around here. The tree was one I didn't recognized, having flanged leaves and waxy seed pods.
I flew then onto a side street where two women were walking in the dark. I lowered myself to the street level and tried again to pass through something, the back fender of a car. I bumped my hip against it, consterned to discover that I had forgotten how to pass through solid matter. I saw a chain link fence up ahead and tried to get through that. I could JUST manage that, passing through the fence with some difficulty.
I opened my eyes, waking up into the dark bedroom I was sleeping in. I lay quietly for few moments, still feeling like my arms were floating up from the bed.
Date of dream: Wednesday, January 16, 2008
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I lay half-awake in the early morning, waiting...waiting to see what might happen. A picture floated
before my eyes, a little drawing of Lucille Ball wearing fish in her hair for curlers. I knew then I was
about to start dreaming. A series of black and white pictures then formed before my half-asleep
eyes. Tiny pictures composed of black dots on white paper. I recall a tiny globe, a representation of
earth with a 1/8 wedge cut out of it, allowing the viewer to peer into the earth's center. An angel
bearing a sword knelt next to the earth. The dots moved, scattering and then resolving into a tiny lamb
calmly looking up at me. I heard the buzz in my head and knew I was moving into a lucid dream.
Walking along a sidewalk shaded by large trees, I leapt into the air and took off flying. I stayed low,
beneath the lowermost branches of the trees, somehow fearful of flying higher. I told myself it would
be fun to be at the treetops, but instead of going there I focused on a row of brown brick apartment
buildings. I planned to go do a little spying, a little eavesdropping.
To my dismay, the buildings were in disrepair. Gang symbols were painted inside and out, no glass in
the windows even. Geez, I had sure chosen a FUN neighborhood to spy in. Then I saw two young
women standing in a kitchen, they looked interesting so I flew over to their window and began to
eavesdrop. There must have been a patio or ledge outside the window, because they suddenly were
outside with me, even though I was quite high up in the air. Neither one of them saw me, but they
could both witness things I did. Things which mystified them. I took quite a bit of silly delight in
goofing around this way for a bit; knocking over a salt shaker, making the window shade jump, etc.
I grew tired of playing that way and headed around to the back of the building, which housed a cafe
who's patio overlooked a sluggishly brown river. As soon as I saw the water I panicked a little bit,
having a phobia about being underwater in a dream. I eyed the water and momentarily thought how
fun it would be to fly low over water. But...no. Forget it. Not for me. I sought out a bridge that went
over the river and flew that way.
Once across the bridge I found myself flying over water anyways. But THIS water was sparkling and
rushing. And better yet, pairs of otters and seals were swimming and playing in the water. They
looked for all the world like the pairs were lovers and I couldn't help but think of Valentine's Day. The
water was shallow and I could see right through to the bottom. Yes! I could have fun flying over THIS
kind of water!! Up ahead the water rose in a waterfall that somehow traveled upwards instead of
down. I could feel the spray of it cold on my face.
Interposed was some small scene involving my husband, my son and a car. I can't recall it at all. I
was conscious that it was nearing the time I had to wake up for the day and so I turned around and
started flying back towards the neighborhood I'd come out of. Far off to the northwest I could see two
tall towers surrounded by scaffolding. A crane was carrying a worker up to the top of one of the
towers. I thought to myself how fun that would be to fly up so high. I never go that high in flying
dreams!! But, I knew I wouldn't...because I felt fearful of it a little. I scolded myself, chiding myself
with the words, "al goes into outer space ALL the time in his dreams." Then, Andy was flying
alongside me and I was happy. I could go higher with his company and we flew quite high. He dashed
ahead of me, but I still felt alright flying along at this altitude. I saw something coming toward me, it
looked like a person, but with strings attached. I ducked at the last second as parachute ropes whipped
past me. Close call! I looked back, watching the parachuter descend. Then Andy launched a white
badminton birdie towards me. It came at me like a heat-seeking missile and I dodged that
successfully, too. Hey! This was fun!
I landed in the neighborhood, aware that I was at least one block east of my original position. Here the
buildings were smashed together and the street was extremely narrow. All the buildings were white-
washed and had colorful words and pictures painted haphazardly on their sides. It reminded me of a
dream neighborhood I'd been in before. I walked into a tiny shop that was owned by a slovenly,
heavyset young man with stringy dark hair. His picture was plastered all over the place, he considered
himself the Mayor of this neighborhood. One shop led into the next in a rabbit-warren way. I ended up
in a nondescript shop with two adolescent girls. There was barely enough room for us to turn around
and I wondered why I couldn't levitate since I was dreaming. That would give us all a little more
room. I tried and tried, but I could not make myself rise. I supposed that I needed a running start or
something.
I saw a sign on the wall that pointed out an aquarium store next door. I wanted to see that, and
entered a dimly lit back hall that led into that store. The entrance was a small square hole in the wall
that I immediately dismissed as a destination. No way I'd struggle through such a weird door, just to
see an aquarium. The two adolescent girls had followed me out into the hallway and THEY had no
qualms about heading into the tiny doorway. One of the girls was a little bit chubby and I worried
she'd get stuck. But her friend flipped a switch on the wall and the small square doorway clunked open
wider with a racheting of complaining metal gears. Still didn't interest me. Besides, I REALLY had to
wake up and get ready for work. I told myself that if I just opened my eyes I'd be awake in my own
bed.
I opened my eyes, and smiled. Awake..yay. I jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Rae
was in there, finishing getting ready for work. She had an odd outfit on, leopard print blouse, black and
leopard print skirt, nylons (NYLONS!! she NEVER wears nylons!), and high heels. Her hair was pinned
up and sprayed stiff with hairspray. I was getting into the shower and noticed there was her typical
leftover mess of soapsuds and shaving cream. She must have been shaving her legs this morning.
This thought, coupled with her dressed up look caused me to question her.
"What time will you be home?" I asked.
"Seven" she replied, focusing on the strap of her shoe which wasn't cooperating.
I thought about this (while adjusting shower knobs and getting the shower curtain to stay in
place). "But, you get off work at 5:00 and you're always home by 5:30. Are you going somewhere?"
"No, I'll just be home at 7:00", she told me, still struggling with her shoe strap.
I was quiet then. Something was troubling me about this. Rae seemed not herself. Dressed up weird,
coming home late...hm. Her cell phone started ringing and she tried to answer it but couldn't quite
manage it. She threw it towards me. I caught it and answered.
"Hello?"
"It's Ga, Gain. It's Andy", the male voice laughed.
I handed the phone back to Rae, telling her it was her brother on the line. She tried to juggle the
phone while she was still bent over her shoe. In frustration, she burst into tears and threw the phone
back at me. "You talk to him! You answered it!!"
I caught the phone, surprised, and tried to talk to Andy, but my mouth was suddenly full of something,
food? I couldn't get any words out.
THEN I opened my eyes and really woke up.
Date of dream: Sunday, November 18, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I heard the electrical buzzing that signals an OBE type dream for me, and felt myself rolling towards the
edge of the bed. I had been awake a few minutes earlier listening to the radio my husband sets for an
alarm, my daughter had been up and in the bathroom and the cats were following her around so I was
a little surprised I had managed to fall into partial sleep so quickly. I doubted if I was rolling in the OBE
way, thinking that perhaps I was causing this myself. In fact, I could feel my head against the wooden
table next to the bed making it tip over slightly. I relaxed and tried again, and by tried I mean I just
completely let go and allowed things to happen without pushing on my own. There…I began to roll
towards the edge of the bed again and this time I dropped off and started floating towards the ground.
I floated around the bedroom quite near the floor for awhile, oh…there was a sock I’d been wearing
earlier. My daughter came out of the bathroom and asked me what I was doing. Simultaneously I
noticed the entire west wall of the bedroom was empty. The computer desk and a boatload of cd’s
normally resides there, I wondered what my husband had done with them. I was still doubtful as to
whether or not I was sleeping. Because I was wondering about the wall, it took me a few moments to
notice that my daughter had apparently cut her hair short and dyed it blonde.
“Why did you do that??” I asked her.
She shrugged and fingered it, “Just felt like it I guess.”
“Why are you up so early, do you have to work today?”, I asked, making the decision to not press her
about the hair thing.
She nodded and asked again, “So..what ARE you doing down there on the floor?”
All this made me think that I probably really had woken up. I experimented by trying to walk through
the west wall of the bedroom. My fingers hit the wall just like they would in waking life, dang. I looked
at the bathroom, really sort of flew there (but I didn’t notice this yet). Yep, looked like our bathroom…I
entered the hallway and kept seeing Things As They Really Are, which disappointed me. Then I
noticed there were wooden arches leading into the dining room. Jubilation!! Those wooden arches
were from our LAST home, we didn’t have them in the flat…so I WAS dreaming!! I ran toward the
closed window and dove through it, flying out into a quiet dark neighborhood.
I had some trouble staying aloft, and so decided to come to rest on a lawn surrounded by towering
trees. A thin grey short haired dog came bounding towards me in a threatening manner. I decided to
ignore the threat and treat it as a greeting, which took the dog by surprise, disarming him. I scratched
his velvet fur, ruffling his long ears and crooning to him. Soon the dog was relaxed enough to lay down
and wrestle with me a little on the lawn. People were passing on the sidewalk, but no one could see me
except the dog. In record time, the dog and I were in a sort of love relationship. A tiny part of my
rational brain was asking me just exactly what kind of Love I thought this was anyways? I was
questioning the dog as to his thoughts on dogness, which he didn’t answer all that well. As we talked,
the dog gradually became a young red-headed boy, curled up on the lawn with me. I decided to ask
him a dream question and framed it carefully, “What is God to you?” The boy impishly refused to
answer, causing the dream to morph.
I stood in front of another window and dove through it hands first, this time flying out into winter. I was
in another neighborhood of houses set close together, several inches of snow lay on the ground and
there were Christmas lights half buried in snow on the bushes. I landed on the lawn and made an
experimental snowball. The snow packed okay, making that crunchy snow sound, but I was surprised a
little that it wasn’t cold to me at all. I heard church bells and a congregation singing Christmas carols
in the distance.
I stood and walked to the next-door house which was dark. The front doors were glass and set side
by side, I walked right through them into a dark vestibule that opened up on the left side to a darkened
living room. In front of me a single glass door was closed. Beyond it I could see a stairway leading up
to the second floor and a family room off to the right. A light came on in the staircase and two giggling
college age kids came whispering and colliding with each other down the stairs. Would they see me? I
stood as quietly as I could behind the glass door, they didn’t notice. The boy had a videocassette in
his hand and he headed toward the tv in the family room, flipping on lights as he went. Three or four
more college age kids came down the stairs, trying to be quiet but in that rackety kind of way kids
have. Geez, I thought to myself, the parents would have to be DEAF to sleep through this. My
thoughts of walking through a quiet dark house were absolutely foiled, but I waited around to see what
was on the video the kid was putting into the VCR. It turned out to be amateur porn, no wonder there
was so much giggling going on with these kids. One of the girls was standing on the other side of the
glass door, inches away from me and I was sure light was shining through into the darkness where I
stood. Couldn’t she SEE me?? Apparently not, because they continued watching the video,
unthreatened and unaware a stranger stood inches away. Against my better judgement, I spent a few
minutes watching the video as well until I began to feel aroused. So typical, why did OBE type dreams
always have a sexual component I wondered? I briefly toyed with the idea of seeking out someone in
the dream world to have sex with, then dismissed it as too much trouble. That never worked out
anyways. I turned and left the house, floating down the street again to see what I could see.
A family was still awake in a house across the street. Several young kids in pajamas were tumbling
around the living room, exciting about it being Christmas Eve. One of the older kids, a girl about 10 or
11 with long blonde hair started to pull the curtains shut. Should I go in and see how that family was
doing? No…I made a snap decision that I would look for someone that needed me, someone that
needed help.
I kept floating down the street, wondering how I would recognize where help was needed. I felt pulled
toward a house, following an instinct. Guess this was how I’d know I thought to myself. Inside the
house, a harried young woman was frying up bacon. The table was set for several people, at each
place was a bowl filled with fruit juice and two half strips of bacon. The woman was talking to herself
at the stove, complaining about how her husband expected her to get this big breakfast ready with no
help whatsoever, guests from his work would be here any minute. It took me a moment to realize she
wasn’t actually voicing this, these were thoughts in her head. I knew she wasn’t the type to complain
aloud, she would quietly do whatever was asked of her. But..she DID need help. This was not the sort
of help I’d been expecting to give. I had had lofty thoughts of guiding a lost dream creature back home
or giving expert spiritual advice to some admiring recipient. Helping someone fry up bacon for a horde
just did not fit into my fantasies, but oh well…here it was. I reached for a slice of bacon; if I could touch
it I would be able to help, if my fingers slid through it I would be of no use. Oh, I could
touch it! And next thing I knew the harried young woman could see me. Curiously, where before I
had been alone, now there was a companion with me. Perhaps a guide?
The harried young woman started telling me how her husband would be home any minute with a group
of guests ( I already knew this from reading her thoughts). She told me that bacon kept it’s heat for
eight hours if it wasn’t disturbed, so she wasn’t worried about breakfast getting cold. I kept trying to
think of a way to help, but it seemed to be beneficial to the woman just to have someone to voice her
concerns aloud to. She was talking at a fast pace, planning outloud how the visit would go. Christmas
Day Breakfast with several children. I got the idea that the coming guests were needy in some way,
maybe they wouldn’t have had ANY Christmas without this young woman and her husband.
The doorbell rang and people started to arrive. I still hadn’t found a way to be truly helpful so I stood
at the edge of the room, feeling clumsy and in the way. My guide/companion nudged me and pointed
out there were no available seats in the living room. Every possible surface was covered with detritus
from daily living. Wow, this lady was brave to just have a bunch of needy guests over without having
had time to prepare her home. I started gathering the coats and clothing that were covering two long
couches in the living room. I’d put these away for the woman, at least I could help in that way. She
noticed and threw me a grateful look, nodding in the direction of a bedroom where I could put all this
stuff.
The bedroom was small, filled mostly with a full size bed covered with an old fashioned chenille
bedspread. Closet doors stood open along one wall and I began to hang clothes up in there; a doctor’s
white coat embroidered with an East Indian name, a leather tool belt filled with electrician’s tools. For
a moment I thought maybe the harried young woman was married to a doctor, having to rearrange her
life to fit the social needs of her husband. Then as I put more things away in the closet, I realized that
no..she was married to an electrician and SHE was the doctor! I was impressed with her. How did she
fit that much responsibility in her life?
I wanted the dream to continue, but I could feel myself beginning to wake up. I tried to hold to the
tattered edges of it, but opened my eyes to the waking world and smiled.
