Sean Lennon

10.06.2010

Throwing Away My Hats (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a dorm room that was different from the on that I had a few months ago, but I had the same roommate. The door opened on the North side of the room, and my bed was on the East wall. On the desk next to my bed were a bunch of the same type of basball cap. The only differences were the colors of the bills. I grabbed a few of the reds, blues and whites and decided that I didn't need them. As I walked to the door to throw them out, I woke up.

09.06.2010

Why Doesn't Anyone Believe Me? (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

After I had my last dream I was determined to have a longer WBTB. I focused on bringing back the beer tap onto my wall. I opened my eyes and began messing with a small square of metal that was loosely screwed into my wall. Instantly recognizing that it didn't belong, I knew I was lucid and decided to tighten the screws to increase lucidity.

My room was so vivid and exact, I didn't want to believe I was asleep. It was the most real dream I've ever had. I got out of bed very slowly. It felt real. I grabbed my cell phone. I didn't know what to expect when I turned it on, but it seemed to function normally until I turned on the camera. I could see through my wall and to the street behind my house. It was still dark outside, and the headlights were bright on the screen of my phone. When I looked up from the screen there were people in my room holding onto handles similar to those on buses. They smiled at me as I understood the fact that I was dreaming and that the dream was stable. I walked out of my room, and to the stairs. I could hear my extended family downstairs. It was time to make a grand entrance. I glided downstairs and touched down like Superman does in the movies, one foot before the other.

I could see my aunt sitting on the couch. I decided that I should show my family that I was dreaming. I flexed my biceps and willed them to grow to ridiculous size. It got a good chuckle, and my dad patted me on the back while saying something about how I was special. I didn't think much of it. I remember walking to the entryway in my house as he told be about a new sitcom that was supposedly the funniest show ever made. I told him I'd give it a chance, but I knew that the show didn't exist.

To explain my next feat, I must describe my entry way. When you walk in my house and look straight up, you can see the landing of th second floor. It overlooks the entryway, and it is guarded from accident by a wooden banister. From floor to ceiling in the open part of the entryway is at least 16'. I wanted to get back to my room in a fun way, so I jumped from the wood floor by the door all the way up to the wooden banister. I grabbed it on my way up and used my momentum to swing myself over it and onto the carpet of the second floor. I strolled back into my room and asked myself aloud what I wanted to do next. The first thought that came into my head was to have my girlfriend come over. I grabbed my phone and decided to meet her downstairs. This time I actually walked down the steps, but I decided first to test my dream strength on the wall by the steps. After all, it wasn't real. I punched a massive hole through the wall, smiled at myself, and went downstairs. My lucidity was starting to fade, because I was losing sight of what I wanted, but I still knew that I was in control.

I went into the garage, and I could see that my youngest brother and my little sister were playing outside. I told them I was dreaming, but they didn't believe me. That attitude changed when I made it rain chocolate pudding. My little brother wasn't pleased, but my sister, Jenna, loved the idea of me making it rain lemonade, so I changed the rain to floating glasses of lemonade. The sun shining through them was pretty, and I stepped outside to get a better look.

The dreamscape started to change, and I was in a backyard with people I didn't know. One was playing a silver trumpet, and I asked if I could play. It's been a long time since I've played, but being a music major in real life, I figured lucid-me would be able to do so. Wrong. I sounded just like I do in real life: so-so. That was the last thing I had control over. My lucid dream was ending, and I had no control over when my college counselor came out of my garage to talk to me about my schedule for the fall. I could see myself following her into the garage, but I was waking up, and that's the last thing I remember.

09.06.2010

The Wall's On Tap (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I rolled over at about seven this morning with the intent of lucid dreaming on my mind. I opened my eyes and nothing had changed, except for what looked like a beer tap on my wall. I chuckled to myself, and I knew I was dreaming. The tap said "Budheimer" or something ridiculous like that. The dream faded as quickly as it came.

09.06.2010

Scary Nostalgia (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Standing in the second floor of the church I grew up in, I was talking with three people I didn't know. I know it was after church, because there were no kids in the classrooms. I don't remember the conversation, and it didn't really matter, because all of a sudden I heard a band warming up.

One of the people I was talking to told me that it was my high school band three floors down. My old church does not have three floors, and this dawned on me, but I wasn't lucid. Frustrating. I descended the three flights of stairs to find my high school band getting ready to play. I took the seat that I had during my senior year, and I started talking to Lauren, the girl who sat next to my brother and I for that year. She told me that our director had her playing two different instruments, the oboe and the clarinet. She said it frustrated her, because of the humidity in the room. I noticed the air was sticky, and she demonstrated the effect on the instrument by running her nails along the black wood of the clarinet. The black peeled away like it was wet tissue paper. Underneath was pale, unfinished wood.

Then I "woke up" in the house I grew up in. Lauren was still in my room. The room was a mess, and I was furious. I just spent three days organizing my room after my return from college, so obviously this emotion carried over into my dream. I heard my mother call from the master bedroom across the hall. She told me that I needed to turn the fan on in my room so she could sleep. She needed the white noise. Well, I obviously wasn't going back to bed, so I decided to get up and go into the family room. Lauren followed me.

The family room was just as I remember it, but it had large tree brances on the ceiling acting as rafters, and a tree trunk where our coffee table used to be.

Then came a loud banging from my mother's room, the sound of a metal door opening, and Mom screaming for her life as someone burst into the house. I was so scared by the realistic scream that I woke up.

07.06.2010

Twenty Questions (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was sitting in a strange daycare for gifted children, and I believe that I was waiting to see my sister perform in a ballet troup. The waiting room was somewhat small, and there were about ten children playing on the floor, and although there were many black chairs around the room, I sat cross-legged on the floor. There was a massive, 7' television on the wall to my left.

On the television was a news broadcast. President Obama was making an odd broadcast with 20 children from different countries. He asked them each a different question. When the child gave an answer that the president didn't like, Obama told him or her that they were wrong. It was strange, and I stopped watching.

It was then time to go watch my sister. On our way to the dance studio we passed a gymnasium where a trombone player was giving a recital. I found it strange that he was playing a Mozart Horn Concerto on trombone, but, since the timbre of the instruments it so similar, I shrugged it off. The dream ended.

Originally Posted by Sean Lennon

05.06.2010

Confusing Music (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was sitting in an orchestra concert, and the seats surrounding me were filled with family and friends. At the end of the performance, the conductor took the podium again and began asking the audience questions about the performance. I could tell that he was profiling people. The questions he asked and responses he gave were very rude, in a sense that he belittled those who did not know the work as well as he did. It was awkward.

After the interrogation was complete we got up and exited the rows of seats. To the left of us was a banquet buffet. There were ten round tables covered in simple white table cloths. As I walked towards them, I had my eye on a table with some of my friends for college, but they pointed to a table to my right ans said something about someone who wanted to sit with me. It was my band director, Mr. Newton and his wife. I haven't spent much time with him as of late, so it was fine. It was at this point that a few of my music teachers I had prior to college came and spoke to the banquet. They asked us if we thought the questions asked were condescending. We agreed, and that was the end of that.

Cake. I wanted cake. Many of the guests had already had dinner, so the dessert bar was all that was left. I decided to grab a large cupcake and a huge piece of white cake. The were so massive that I could barely hold them, even though I have larger than average hands. Someone offered to help, but I just ate the food in line. I hate sugar. I can't believe I wanted that much dessert.

I needed to wash the icing off, so I went into the restroom to do so. The restroom was built like a long hallway. Stalls on the left and sinks on the right. At the end of the room was a door. I went through the door to another restroom built identically as the last one. I did this a few times until I finally washed my hands. Going back to the banquet meant going back through the bathrooms. The doors I went through were the same, but the second one I passed through let out into the women's restroom. There were puzzled looks on the girls' faces, but no one said anything. I checked the door during my hurried exit to find that it did, indeed, have a women's room sign on it. I made my way through the last bathroom, but stopped halfway to see my girlfriend, Jen. She seemed just as confused as I was. Then I woke up.

Originally Posted by Sean Lennon

04.06.2010

Does Not Compute (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A dream I had in a nap. It brings my dreams for the day up to one.

I am Lieutenant Commander Data on the starship Enterprise. I am in a lounge sharing a meal with a woman in her late thirties. She wears a standard red Star Fleet uniform. She is meerly picking at her food as she tries to describe her intense attraction to me. I do not understand. My android brain tries to make sense of it, but a comment I make send the woman running away with tears in her eye. I stand confused. Someone takes me gently by the shoulders and says, "Oh, Data, you have so much to learn."

Originally Posted by Sean Lennon

03.06.2010

Filling the Bowl (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was sitting in my grandparents house, and I heard my grandpa talking about how his next door neighbor always wanted to beat him when it came to cars. Grandpa buys a Nissan 350Z, his neighbor buys a Nissan 380Z. My Grandpa won, though. He bought a yellow 2011 Corvette. It was the most incredible car I had ever seen. The color of the car was intense and incredibly reflective. The car may have been a convertible, because the roof was black. It had a very sleek design, with chrome accents along the doors and paneling. It was then that I realized that it was in the living room. No one seemed to mind.

Someone said that it was time to leave, and I felt that a trip to the bathroom would be a wise idea. Instead of going to the restroom, I found a ceramic bowl in the kitchen, and I decided to use that. The more I relieved myself, the closer I was to the ground, until I was crouched down in a standing fetal position. It just kept going and going. I was filling the large ceramic bowl to the rim. My cousins kept coming up to me to tell me that it was time to leave, but I couldn't leave yet. I wasn't finished. Finally, it was filled to the brim, and I was finished. I was still close to the ground, and it was at this point that my parents walked over and crouched down next to me.

Dad had a video camera, and they both had silly grins on their faces. Mom was talking to me like she would a pet, saying, "Look what you did! Good boy!" I don't know why, but we decided that we needed to take the bowl with us for transport. It was night when we got in the car to drive to I don't know where. At this point, there was a percentage meter above the bowl for how much was in it. The road was bumpy, and whoever was driving was making very sharp turns. The bowl sloshed around, and the percentage dropped to 83%.

When I got out of the the car, I was in Pittsburgh with my friend, Paul. We were outside the church that Andrew preaches in. When I told him that we would be going to the show that his church was having. His response was "Excellent, brother, excellent."

We sat in a room that seemed to be a small theater. It was dark except for the stage. Jen's ex-boyfriend was performing a spoken word act, but I couldn't hear it because someone next to me was talking. I saw Jen stand up a few rows ahead of me and quietly exit the theater. I stood up to follow her, and the dream dissolved.

Originally Posted by Sean Lennon

03.06.2010

Buying a House (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Jen and I were walking down a street in my neighborhood. There were two homes that were models for the constructions company. A realtor was giving a tour for a family, and Jen and I decided to tag along. As we walked by the houses I could see that the basement windows had been kicked in by rowdy children in the neighborhood.

We followed the tour group into the first house, which looked like a one story buiding from the front, but upon entry we found it to be a three level home built deep into the ground. For a mostly basement home, it was well lit with sunlight. Directly in front of us as we crossed through the threshold was a set of three staircases. The one in the middle went up six stairs onto a lookout, and the two on either side descended to the lower level of the home. We walked with the group up the carpeted stairs and walked to the rails to look down into the rest of the house. I could see the living room, which had simple, but elegant wood furniture and a large, soft-looking couch. Jen was smiling, and she started talking very quickly and excitedly as she described how she could use the space for a salon. She began clapping and hopping about. I couldn't help but smile, until her elation brought her too close to the wooden rail, and she toppled over it. I could only watch as I saw her plummet 35 feet to the floor head first. She landed with her head and her shoulders, and I thought, "Oh God, I've lost her!" Luckily, she sat up. That feeling of shock, however, was enough to wake me up.

Originally Posted by Sean Lennon

03.06.2010

The Parking Lot (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Two fragments, but here they are: I remember parking my white Buick Century in a parking lot on a hill. It wasn't a very high hill, maybe four a five feet up from yet another parking lot. I was with a female friend whom I don't remember, probably because her identity shifted as the dream went on. We exited the vehicle and proceeded to walk through the parking lot, down the four concrete steps to the next parking lot, through yet another parking lot separated by a small median of grass, and finally we came to whatever building in which the event we were attending was. The building was very modern, with brushed steel and glass structures that were the entryway. I have no idea what the event was or why I was attending. That is the missing fragment of the dream, and even as I first woke from it I could not recall it.

The next thing I remember in the dream is leaving the building. There was a crowd of people, but my eyes focused on one person: Lindsey. I haven't spoken to her in two years, because we broke that friendship off on such nasty, regrettable terms. In my waking life I would think that my reaction towards her would be fury and venom, but in my dream she looked at me like a puppy that knows it's done a bad thing. I walked up to her, and all my anger melted. I knew even then that I would never trust her again, but there was no resentment for her in my heart. I said, "Hey, Linds, how are you doing?" If she responded, I don't remember, but she and a high school friend of mine, Lisa, all walked back to my car together.

Lisa kept telling me that the three of us should go out on a semi-date of some sort, and I laughed and told them that it was just impossible. "I'm too in love with Jen to even think about hanging out with other women." At this point I couldn't find my car. It wasn't in the parking lot where I thought I left it, but then I realized that it was in the parking lot on the hill, and we made our way up there. I said goodbye to the girls, got in my car, and woke up.

Originally Posted by Sean Lennon

I've kept a dream journal for a while, but it's been about a year since I've documented my dreams. I have a pretty good dream recall, and I think that this will help that even more.

Let's starts with the dreams I've had the past few nights. These aren't as clear as I'd like, but I'll do my best to recall the details.

5/31/10
The only scene I have is this one. I was standing at the shore of a small lake, and the sun was going down. The sky was mostly dark, except for a small patch of color on the horizon. There were lingering bits of orange, pink and yellow, but soon there was nothing but the moon in a starlit sky.

It was then that I realized that there was a man and a woman lying down at the edge of the shore. They held each other close until the sun was completely gone. Then the man broke free from the embrace and started convulsing. His figure grew and contorted. His limbs twisted in strange angles and his head expanded until it burst into the head of a daisy. His feet took the form of petals on a stem. What was left after the transformation was an intensely masculine figure with green skin, petals for feet and an enormous bloom where the head should be. The man and woman continued their embrace, and I awoke in a very confused state.

6/2/10
Last night's dream was frustrating, because it was so close to being a really great LD. I'm not sure what went wrong.

The pool opened up in my neighborhood on Monday, and in my dream I was walking back from a swim. The street I live on is a cul de sac, and as I turned on to my street I almost stopped in my tracks. There was music coming from the top of the street, and as I got to the end of the street I found twenty or thirty open, black instrument cases ranging in size from trumpets to baritone saxophones. They were just lying in the street, but since it is a cul de sac I didn't care to move them.

Just to the left of the cases was a very large circus tent that took up the rest of the end of the street. The music I had heard was coming from within the tent. I walked closer to it and saw that it was made out of blue plastic painter's tarp. I walked towards an open seam of the tent to peak in. Inside I saw a man in his mid twenties practicing his baton spinning act. His skin was a golden brown, and his hair was cut very short. His clothing was like something out of the Disney movie Aladdin. Pants the were baggy at the feet and close fitting at the waist. His chest was bare except for a light brown vest.

I closed the tent flap and made my way up to the house. The inside of my home had grown exponentially. The hardwood entryway was converted into a viewing space for a stage that was used for some sort of dance. there were about fifteen black folding chairs in the entryway facing the stage. The stage was relatively small, its center point of it was a metal structure comprised of 4 metal poles about ten feet tall, and connected at the top with similar metal poles. I would have liked to see the dance, but it was at this point that I noticed that the walls were covered in the same blue tarp as the tent outside. I made my way into the kitchen. All blue. My dad was there, and I told him that he couldn't do this to the house. He asked me why, and I told him, "Because I'm dreaming, and I'm in control."

It was at this point that I tried to stabilize the dream by saying aloud "Increase lucidity" out loud. Unfortunately, before I could do anything to actually make that happen, the dream disintegrated and I woke up.

I tried to a WILD, and it started to work, because I could feel that my whole body was in a parka and snow gear. I could feel the gloves on my hands, but it was then that my cat started meowing in real life, and I couldn't fall back asleep. So. Close.

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