Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
This dream has been viewed 189 times.
I’ve moved into a new apartment, my stuff is scattered everywhere. I randomly pick up books and carry them around, dropping them off in unlikely spots. I’m intrigued by the new black rubber stoppers for the sink, I consider them a very good invention….they are soft and pliable with just the right size holes so food won’t go down the drain.
I set one into the kitchen sink and begin to wash dishes. The sink is quite a bit lower than is entirely comfortable to work at, but there are nice big windows to look out of so I’m happy. In a quick switch, I’m standing at a different kitchen sink. This one is a better height, but there are no windows and the light overhead is feeble. Here I am cutting down a stem of wild roses to put into the new vase I bought yesterday in waking life. I hold the branch in the wrong spot and the heavy blooms cause the stem to bend and break. I’m sad, but I trim it off and salvage what I can. It looks well in the vase.
There is another switch and I’m sitting in a chair in the far corner of my new apartment. I didn’t realize it was only one big room. The bed is set up in the opposite corner, there is a fireplace on the wall ahead of me, no tv. A grand piano stands in the very middle of the large open space. I wonder where I will hang all my mobiles, I can’t very put one in each corner as that would look silly. I decide to have the largest mobile hanging right over the piano and put the rest into storage. I wonder why I thought living in one room would be alright, what if I want to get away from everyone? And what if we have guests overnight? I suppose I’ll have to put them up in a hotel nearby.
As I’m pondering the wisdom of my decision to rent only one room, the situation gradually morphs until I know I’m sitting in the one room home of a musician who has become famous for writing music for film. He lives here with his family, his wife and two young children. I see a black and white photo of them smiling up from the cover of his autobiography that I am holding. They have some sort of Slavic heritage, possibly mixed with middle eastern.
The youngest daughter goes to the large old piano (the place has smoothly rearranged itself into a house with small rooms) and begins to play chopsticks on the higher keys. She laughs, telling me her daddy taught her that song. I sit down at the piano and try to play along with her, but I discover that the piano is tuned to an entirely foreign scale. The little girl wanders away and I explore the keys of the piano, finding out that regular chord intervals work. They just don’t work as expected. It’s fascinating to me. I begin to dink around on the keys, getting lost in the music I’m creating. The people in the room begin to dance as my music grows fast and wild. The little girl comes back and is trying to drag my hand from the keys which annoys me to no end. I stop playing and the dancing subsides.
The Slavic musician comes to walk with me into the next room where we will take our meal. He asks where I learned that music, it was ethereal and lovely. I feel shy and pleased as I made it all up.
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
This dream has been viewed 340 times.
I’m on my way to work, my car is making a strange sound. I try to place it and realize it must be the exhaust system. Figures, it’s a Honda. At a stoplight I press down on the brakes and feel how alarmingly low they are. I really should make a plan for the next day to take the car in. I can maybe take the bus home after, or wait at the bookstore….my mind is full of little domestic details.
I take a little detour through a small grocery store I like. Things seem bustling here, oh, they’re having a big sale! There are tons of pumpkins they are trying to get rid of. Someone has come up with the brilliant idea of cutting a pumpkin in half and filling it with miniature pink marshmallows. How grand! What a clever marketing ploy. I watch as a worker tucks one of the halved pumpkins into a little showcase.
The grocery store has turned into a little gift store that I frequent (only in this dream). One table is filled with super deals. There are stalks of cacti made of remarkable rubbery stuff that really feels like organic material. I choose two and look over the rest of the table. There is a real plant, a sculpture made of stained glass that has a price tag of $225.00 on it (what’s THAT doing on this table I wonder?), there are some wooden geese. The cacti stalks I want are marked one dollar each, a real bargain. But I lay them down and decide not to get them because I cannot figure out the small machine I have to register them into before I can purchase them.
In another room there are Christmas decorations and I find some of the little elves that I like to collect in real waking life. I just had said this past Christmas (in waking life) that I would like to have 4 more of those little guys, so it strikes me as very fortunate to have found this sale. Especially because the ones here are so cute! They even have little reddish beards. I ask a passing worker lady if the Christmas things are on sale also and she says she thinks they are. I choose two of the elves to purchase.
I pass by a room that is lined with glass front cabinets. Each cabinet is filled with blue and white pottery. This must be the stuff the store does not want to have in the clearance sales.
Heading back into the main room where the checkout registers are, I remember that I was on my way to work. Goodness, what time is it already? Yikes! It’s 8:45 and I have to be to work at 9:00! I decide that I can’t really afford the time to wait in line so I lay the elves down somewhere. I also lay down the coat I was wearing. I think I borrowed it from the store for some reason. I may or may not have forgotten a car key in the pocket. Oh well, if I did I’m sure the store will send it off to me.
As I’m leaving the store I gradually understand that the reason they are having a big sale is because they are changing their entire way of doing things. Looks like they are actually changing over to a daycare center. I see many shelves set up with kid’s toys. There’s an entire section for American Girl dolls, each girl who comes to the center has her own doll and a small set of grey suitcases for the doll clothes.
One of the daycare workers is changing a young toddler’s diapers. The little girl lays on one of the shelves while the worker changes her and chats with the girl's mother. I stand close by for awhile because the tiny girl is perilously close to the edge of the shelf and the worker is not really paying her much attention. One quick flip and that little kid could be on the cement floor. After the diaper change is finished I walk away to find my car.
Outside the day is foggy, the whole sky seems white. The pavement is wet and I start running over it, remembering that I’m in a bit of a hurry. I wonder if I can sort of take long jumps and fly a little bit like I can sometimes do. Sure enough…I start to float and I watch the pavement in disbelief as I get further and further away from it as I rise up. No WAY! I can really fly?? Geez, I always knew it! Then it occurs to me it’s because I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming this?? NO FRICKING WAY!! I grin, no way this is a dream! But then, I try flying a little higher and it works. I must indeed be dreaming!
I hover in the white fog for a moment. What shall I do now that I’m dreaming? I close my eyes and think of a farm. Open my eyes, nothing. Huh…this is the hard part. I just hang in the fog for awhile, gently floating around. I think I’m in my bed once again and so I fly up out of it and hover around in the white fog again. I see played out a small scene about astronauts and their training, something about laying on a silver disk and pretending they are weightless. I wonder again what I should do. I really wish than when I become lucid like this I had SOME idea of where to go, what to do. But so often it’s just this….aimless floating.*
I decide to kiss the person in bed with me (who in the dream is my partner, my mate, but he is NOT my husband and he’s no one that I recognize in waking life). My partner goes along with this and we kiss passionately for a moment. Our teeth click and he comments, “Better be careful, your teeth can really get ripped up this way.” I nod, “Well yeah, but it’s a dream.” I kiss him again and feel something in him holding back. Maybe he doesn’t like the way I kiss. That makes me sad, I was having fun.
I hear my husband and son talking in another room and open my eyes…waking up to real life.
*so often recently, the lucid dream is curiously frustrating because it is SO boring, bland. There is nothing going on, I cannot think of one interesting thing. The dream wobbles away from me in long leaking strings. It’s really making me sad.
I was dozing in bed before I had to wake up for the day. The time was about 6:45 a.m. I fell into a sound sleep and had this little dream, waking up to real life at 7:10.
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
This dream has been viewed 306 times.
My husband is fishing in the shallows of a large expanse of water, a sea or an ocean maybe, perhaps just a lake. I watch the fish just under the surface of the water, they look pale and sleek, elusive.
I take a fishing line with hook and bait attached to the end and slowly drag it through the water, almost dreamily. My cat, Phoebe, somehow is attracted to the lure and takes the bait with one little leap. She is hooked through her lip, just like a fish would be, and dangles from the end of my line.
I’m frightened for her and yell for my husband to come unhook our poor little cat. I hold the line up at shoulder level while Phoebe dangles in the water. I panick that she will soon start to struggle and sink the hook deeper into her flesh. I call to my husband again, voice rising with stress and fright.
My husband stands in the shallows of the lake, facing the shore, facing me. He stands there staring at me with no expression on his face. I can’t tell if he has heard me or not, but he’s not 5 yards away, he should be able to hear me and respond to my distress. He stands and stands, ignoring my calls for help. I lean over carefully, right arm still holding the line with Phoebe attached up as high as I can. Reaching the water, I splash some at my husband to get his attention. Fruitless. No one will help me.
I dream I’m in bed, laying on my stomach, drowsing and dozing. My cat Phoebe climbs up and curls herself into a ball upon my back. I’m vaguely aware that she’s doing that in waking life, but I don’t quite realize I’m dreaming. Phoebe is not a tiny cat and I tip to one side to slide her off, but she stays fastened to my back. I tip the other way, she stays in her spot. I begin to panic, feeling claustrophobic and way too much pressure. I lean over the side of the bed and try to flip her off, no luck. I flap at my back to get her to move…nothing. I begin to call for my husband so he will wake up and get the cat off of me. In my mind I think maybe I could scrape her off with a wooden spoon. She’s really very heavy now and I’m crying and thoroughly panicked. My husband won’t wake up.
I wake myself up out of the dream, yes Phoebe has crawled onto my back. I tip to one side and she slides off readily and curls up at the foot of the bed instead. I lay still, quieting my breathing. My back feels strange the entire day.