Basic Task Attempt #2: SUCCESS (I think)
20.08.2009 The Fisherman's Lure (DILD)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
4:20 - 5:00 a.m. (40 min)
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Eventually I come to the ruins of a colosseum or amphitheater - something very ancient and in Greek or Roman style. The columns are basically all that are left, the rest having been overgrown with weeds & wildflowers. At this point I remember my goal of asking a DC how it feels to be a DC in my dream. Only, I am totally alone and no one else is around. I run through gaps in the columns, shouting something like, "Come on out!...Anybody! I'm waiting for you!" This forceful method doesn't work for a while, but as I'm shouting even louder and more desperately, I give the faintest hint of expectation to myself that someone is behind one of the far columns. Sure enough, when I run past and that area emerges into my line of sight, someone is there, waiting for me (it seems). I see a very exotic looking adult man, with brown skin, long, curly, black hair, and a flowing, purple silk shirt loosened on top to reveal part of his chest. I stop in my tracks, grateful my technique has borne fruit. I then walk towards him and ask, "Who are you and how does it feel to be a character in my dream?"
At first he smiles and has a very congenial look about him. Then he says, "I am the Fisherman. [pause] Come with me, fairy. You're mine now." This is definitely not a request; I've fallen into a trap! Instantly he shoots an invisible "hook" at me, which tethers me to him like a harpoon. Then he turns around and starts dragging me away to his realm (ostensibly). I feel powerless under the relentless tug of the line, my body dragging in the grass of the field.
Just as I'm consigning myself to my fate, I catch a brief glimpse of a maiden on horseback about 100 feet away. She's wearing a veil and seems like a princess - in fact, this whole scene seems like a fairy tale - and I, supposedly, am the fairy. The princess doesn't notice me, however. Maybe she sent the Fisherman to catch her a fairy to begin with. Regardless, something about seeing her strengthens and renews my will to escape. I think to myself, I'm lucid, this is my dream, I don't have to take this. I turn back the way I came and claw my fingers into the ground. A roar of unbelief issues from the Fisherman behind me. My visuals go black for a moment, but I know now that I have the strength to break free; my capture was only as real as I made it, that I let it happen.
The next thing I know I'm rocketing across the field unbound, enjoying a surge of freedom.
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Read the entire dream at my dream journal.
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