debrajane
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I don't like it when I go lucid. I go lucid about twice a year, (naturally, as in, spontainiisly) but I feel yuky in the dream and I feel yuky when I awaken from a lucid dream. I went lucid night before last her it is:

The lucid reminded me of that dream ceromony rvdc did where folk had to confront, (in dreams) how they felt about a mixed marrage.

A black guy and his white little son sat next to me on a tram/train. I felt disgusted and tried to ignor them. As I got off the tram I was whatching an ugly, deformed but innocent human baby thing. I was watching it hoping it would just die. It was almost floating on its back with a fat belly and very short, skinny arms and legs. It was around, under the tram/train wheels. I didn't attemp to help it. I ignored and tried to forget it cos it shouldn't live.

Walking down a back street I said out loud to myself, "I want to live here".

I then knew where I really lived, here at Chipps House, and wondered why I would want to leave my small, cosy and comfortable abode.

I saw several densly-packed-wire sculptures on an unkept dry lawn. Then things felt odd and familiar. I began to jump and floated up.

A lady 50ish watched me, (redish fur coat and hat). She said "I will to join you".

I said, "if you can then this is not my lucid dream cos only I can float in my lucid dreams. She didn't join me so I was satisfied that I was lucid.

I enjoyed floating but it was hard, (as usual) to do. I began using the side of a buildind to pull myself along and lost lucidity.

I got onto a tram to go home but it was too posh and it was a dining train cart. A nice man was talking to me, encouraging me to stay but I explain why I had to get off.

A very gentle knock on my real door. The softness of it let me know that it was nothing urgent so I stayed-still to remember the dream as advised.

When I am lucid I dont like who I am. And when I wake up I feel dissappionted with who I am when lucid and normally I want to forget the dream. But since I am on Lucid Dreaming dream site I supose I should record any lucids I regretably get.

Date was morning of 23rd Dec 2011. Here in Adelaide Australia.

28th attempt Chicken Itza , DebraJane, Refugee.

Just woke it is 6:51 am.

I was in a refugee camp and trucks were going passed to close to the tiny tent I was sleeping in,

I kept pocking my head out.

Finally, i pocked my head out and my sleeping tent was loaded on a long trailer, low to the grownd, being pulled by a big lorry.

Then my lorry took the high road while the war lorries peeled off and went down an off ramp to another highway.

I was ok with that and pulled my head back in to my sleeping tent and went back to sleep.

This may have been a recurring dream last night because woke three times it it was foremost in my memory.

The pealing off (just now) reminded me of a Youtube i watched before sleeping (about midnight). I will post this.and the Youtube on my “sync thread“ when i get to Netzone Internet Cafe later to day.

Insideout emailled me about being my dream partner at Chicken Itza.

I can't get here to read other peoples dreams without posting a dream here.

How do I get here.

I go to dream journals and only get a list of people who have dream journals.

But I just want to come here.

please help!

searching for someone elses dream to ask if they will be my Itza dream partner

The email below dropped into my phone while I was sleeping at 1:18 am

After I read it i dropped off to sleep.

I saw a drawing of a man on finger tips with elbows bent. He was down on the grownd. He had shoes on and was ballancing on the toe of his shoes with his head turned to his right.

I was looking at him as he was down on the grownd on toe-tips and finger-tips with head turned to his right, looking in my direction but studying a horrizontal crack, (maybe in a wall). Studying a “space between“.

That was the visual.

His right leg was slightly up, and out, knee bent.

It then seemed to me that he had found a crack, (a space-between) low-down on a wall and was down on the grownd investigating it.

The this morning as I think about it, the way his right foot was positioned, maybe he was preparing to come through the crack, (the space between).

Slept, woke.

Woke to the image of a drawing of a hand with all four fingers touching the thumb. Fingers and thumb pionting up.

When i do it my hand is too short and chubby. The hand in the dream was longer, slender and artistic.

I will post this to my dream views dream journal, (minus reference to you) because it is a Chicken Itza shared dreamjng night.

9 am Saturday 3/ Sept/11 here in Adelaide, South Australia, now

No, i will post as is because I never mentioned your name.