Date of dream: Saturday, February 28, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent?
No
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I wander around happily aimless in a small dusty antique shop. The articles that catch my attention are behind a glass wall and I have to go ask the shop clerk to unlock the door that leads to the glassed in room. The clerk is amiable and starts to move towards the door, but it’s already open. Did another clerk open the door or was it unlocked all the time and I failed to notice?
Inside the room, several people are already browsing. To my mild disappointment, a man already has picked up one of the things that interested me. It’s obvious he’s going to keep it. It’s a small piano shaped music box. I let the disappointment roll away from me.
I pick up and inspect a round fish bowl, complete with artificial fish and aquatic plants. It looks very old, but there is a spot for a battery and I wonder just what this thing does when it’s turned on. The price is written in pencil on the bottom of the thing, $120.00. Too expensive for me and so I place it back on the shelf.
When I’d looked through the glass wall before, I’d seen a miniature rectangular aquarium atop the piano music box. I’d sort of thought they went together. I glance around now, no miniature aquarium is in sight. Instead I see a tin dollhouse type thing. It’s flat, apparently meant to hang on a wall. It also appears to be a music box, there is a small crank on the side. I turn it and recognize the tune as one for an Ivory Soap commercial. Oh, this thing must be an advertising toy for Ivory Soap! There are a tiny articles hanging on the back wall of the doll house, small metal tags that look like females in various poses using bars of white soap. A few are missing, but I decide to purchase the toy anyways. It’s marked at $40.00.
There is another article that I pick up and look at, but I cannot now recall what it was. I remember it was $30.00 and I hemmed and hawed with myself a little bit, deciding at last to splurge and buy it as well. I correctly added up the combined prices to be $70.00.
Date of dream: Friday, February 27, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I’m in the hallway behind the huge auditorium church that I’ve visited before in dreams. This time the church is combined with a large school building. There is a little blonde girl who appears to be lost and I catch sight of her wandering around from time to time. I shepherd her to a Sunday School class that I’ve just taken my daughter Rae to, in the dream Rae is about 4 or 5 years old. I look through the window of the classroom and see Rae in there, something about this makes me so sad that I could just break down into tears. The little blonde girl mysteriously appears again outside the classroom, I guess she didn’t really belong in there after all.
I walk through the sunny hallways, my eyes down on the terrazzo flooring under my feet. I walk up some steps and realize that a part of the wall here has been remodeled, I think it’s been done to make a secret room. I wonder if this is my old high school and I spend a few moments thinking about Chris (my high school boyfriend I sometimes dream of). I wonder if he walked down this hallway before, maybe I’m even following an exact path he took one time. I have several vivid mental memory pictures of him, they make me smile.
I think I become very briefly lucid before I wake up, the thought crosses my mind that I should try to find him in my dream.
Date of dream: Friday, February 27, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
Lucid Technique: MILD
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My husband Greg is trying to recall the name of a (dream) Polish girl we used to know, an artist. Her name is on the very tip of my tongue, but I just can’t bring it back. Ingrid maybe? I ask Greg if his (waking life) friend Dorota might know her. I reason in my mind that Dorota is both Polish and an artist, wouldn’t she know any other Polish artists in the area? Greg chides me, telling me that there are at least 1000 Polish artists in and around Milwaukee, how can I expect them to all know one another?
Greg moves off to find some friends while I stay at the table we’ve been sitting at with our other friends. They are having a lively discussion about various Polish clans and the color that represent them. I have an inkling my Polish ancestry would have been in the Blue Clan.
The friends at my table all seem to be Jewish men, wearing yarmulkes and peyos. They begin a discussion meant to enlighten me about the benefits of “stepping aside” and how to know when one should step aside. I’m confused in the dream; I’m not certain if the men are telling me that I’m supposed to step aside if another Jewish man wearing a yarmulke is in my way, or if I’m supposed to step aside if ANY person of higher rank appears before me. Does the person’s hair have something to do with their rank I wonder?
I have a false awakening from this dream and I’m in bed with my mom. As I get out of bed she hands me a small bundle of blondish hair, asking me to remember her. I become half lucid, realizing that my mom died in 1986. Immediately I find myself flying through sunny warm air above a friendly looking city. My flight trajectory seems to be UPWARDS and instead of panicking about that, I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth of the sun. I look down and carefully begin to control my flight until I’m once again at a more comfortable altitude. I swoop down into the city and plan to explore the neighborhood. I quite like all the apartment buildings, each apartment seems to have a luxurious balcony on which the apartment dweller has a garden growing. It interests me how different they all are.
I wake up.
