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    1. The Roar

      by , 09-21-2018 at 12:06 PM
      Early evening of September 21, 2018. Friday.

      Reading time: 1 min 56 sec. Readability score: 64.



      During an evening nap, I slip into typical VSC in which I had borrowed a truck from someone unknown. I drive along in an unfamiliar neighborhood but with no focus on its unfamiliarity. The sense of movement, which begins my dream, is vivid throughout.

      I stop near an unknown residence where two unfamiliar women are present. For no reason in particular, I ask the oldest one if she would like to return the truck to its owner. She seems slightly puzzled. I tell her how he only lives about a block away. We talk in a friendly manner for a short time, but I decide to return it myself.

      I start to roll forward down a slope (a common VSC factor in dreams since early childhood) without driving, but I maintain control of direction with the steering wheel (and non-lucid dream control of VSC). I feel good. The street illogically becomes part of a big warehouse.

      As the vehicle rolls into the big warehouse and turns to the left, I see that the street turns off ahead to the right at about ninety degrees, but an internal warehouse wall blocks the view of it.

      I hear a loud roar, reminiscent of that of the MGM lion. A strange vehicle approaches from the opposite direction. It resembles a steam shovel without the cab and with the boom mostly vertical. It seems to be on a rolling platform. I get the impression of rails guiding its direction. The small bucket may serve as its “head.” Its “face” is blank and dark, reminding me of the essence of a television that is not on.

      As it continues to move towards me, I realize the truck I am in no longer has a roof. It now seems like a military jeep. I have no fear at all (even though I am only liminally becoming lucid) and look forward to jumping up, grabbing, and crushing this “creature,” (as soon as it lowers closer to me) which may be a robotic maintenance vehicle for the warehouse, but instead, I spontaneously wake before it arcs down.



      VSC personification as the unknown older woman but then choosing to initiate the transition myself was almost like ad-libbing. It even felt as if I was randomly doing such as part of a self-directed stage play. Perceiving the emerging consciousness factor (though still dominated by RAS) as an “empty” television (as in my “Kingdom” novella of 1990) may stem from recently watching more television than I have in years, though still not as much as many other people. I have not perceived television as a “monster” since before I met Zsuzsanna, though even so, I held no fear here, only the desire to crunch the machine, with a sense of certain (automatic) victory.

      A warehouse serves as a representation of leaving the liminal space of the dream state, typically the last setting of a dream.


    2. Bobblehead Road Trip

      by , 07-26-2018 at 01:32 PM
      Morning of July 26, 2018. Thursday.

      Reading time: 1 min 24 sec. Readability score: 66.



      I am driving an unfamiliar car. The driver’s side is on the left (implying America). Brenda is on the passenger side. There are no threads of my conscious self at this point. We are going north on Highway Seventeen (the original one).

      An outdoor seminar on dreaming is occurring in an area we pass to my right. Brenda cheerfully points and says, “Bobbleheads.” (This is what I call people who talk or write about dreams or their so-called meaning while having no understanding of the dream state.) Something about the scenario seems off, and I try to consider what it is. Brenda’s head is now slumping forward. Her head is Betty Boop’s. I wonder if she is a clockwork girl that has suddenly malfunctioned. For a moment, I consider I may get into trouble for stealing or taking advantage of a movie prop. Her forehead seems to have an electrical outlet (the American type).

      Glancing at Brenda (or Betty Boop) again later, I see her changing into different dream characters at the rate of about two per second, cycling through many diverse personas. Finally, “she” becomes George Harrison and continues to talk about Bobbleheads.

      We continue on our road trip with a cheerful disposition. We arrive at a music studio. George has a meeting with several music producers. Once in the room, however, it seems to be a class on economics. Going up to the front, where a chart on an easel displays an upward trend (a linear representation of the waking process), I see that all the students are equidistant identical ceramic chicks (yet still living entities), which turn their heads left to look at us. They chirp similar clouds of small triangles, circles, and squares, mostly of red, blue, green, and yellow, of which float about above their heads for short periods of time. They seem to be asking why most humans are unable to communicate with them. (This is emerging consciousness simulacra of which first occurred around age three. What wonderful nostalgia.)



      (Zsuzsanna and I were talking about “Route 66” yesterday, though she has never seen the show.)


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    3. An Unfamiliar Boarding House and Driving a Bubble Car

      by , 07-28-2017 at 01:23 PM
      Morning of July 23, 2017. Sunday.



      I become aware that I had apparently been traveling with Leonard, the pinhead I knew who lived in an apartment in the King Street boarding house. (I had not talked to him in real life since 1990.) He seems much younger in my dream than when I knew him in real life years ago, perhaps only twenty years of age (and I may only be about twenty as well, which is not logical as he was about twenty years older than me in reality).

      We go into a large unfamiliar boarding house in an unknown location that we may be going to stay in for a time. The layout seems more like a public restaurant with at least three sections, but without much furniture. An unfamiliar chubby male of about fifty seems to recognize Leonard but he does not know me.

      He tells me that I will need a Louisiana driver’s license, also soon using the term “for this state” (which may be a subliminal association with being at a certain level of the dream state, though my non-lucid dream self does not perceive it as such). I am not sure why this is. I start to think that we must be in Louisiana if this is the case even though I do not think I will be driving (though I am used to hearing about a driver’s license being needed for identification in some cases even if the person does not drive or have a car). I know that I do not have one, and I am unsure of the implied backstory of this scenario. However, non-lucid dream control becomes present (meaning that I do not know that I am dreaming but somehow “realize” that I am the creator and foundation of my world) and I know that if I focus on having the driver’s license with unfaltering pretense, it will just appear in my wallet. I think of it, and it appears just as I open my wallet. The unknown male confirms it, and I can stay in the building.

      Curiously, I end up driving a life-size version of a Hot Wheels Bubble Car of the same kind I had in my youth, though I see it as a “real” car in my dream. This seems to be because the unknown male wanted me to. It may be that I had been hired as a test driver.

      Still, the top, which is like a light plastic dome, seems to not fully come down over the car due to it being partly held up by my height (apparently designed for someone shorter) so that it does not fully close. This does not seem problematic but the weight is slightly annoying. Still, I enjoy driving around with no mishaps. The internal orientation seems somewhat like a Formula One car, but not fully.

      Later on though, I seem to be driving a second car at the request of the unknown male.



      The situation where I am driving the first car seems to be a subliminal awareness of having heavier blankets over me while I am sleeping, though it is not that uncomfortable. (In fact, my dream self might have been more uncomfortable if the top of the car was fully down and closed or locked, though this is not certain. In lucid dreams though, I am sometimes concerned about how my physical body’s face might be oriented in sleep, with regard to possibly being covered by a pillow or blanket, especially in very long lucid dreams, though not as a rule.)



      Because of non-lucid instinctual dream control, I am unable to relate to much of what other people write about dreams, even “experts” (which is moot because nothing they claim makes any sense to me anyway). Either it is because people are afraid to admit to it due to consensus or supposed authoritative publications, or perhaps they never experience it at all. What it proves to me is that the conscious self is most certainly responsible for a lot of content in some dreams (which of course is true for more viably lucid dreams anyway, but this is when in a non-lucid state, having no memory of what the dream state is). There are even a number of dreams I have had of being chased where I distinctly remember having created the foundation of the event for dramatic purposes, yet not in the context of realizing I am dreaming.

      Note that the type of non-lucid dream control related in this entry is not the type just relating to the dream self expecting to see something or for something to happen and it does (though that is fairly common as well). This is about actual implementation of willful pretense, an entirely different state of mind from the dream self’s perspective than the other type.



      In the 1980s, there had been a few times when Leonard helped me to get both a bank account and a fishing license without me having an ID card at the time. Despite the fact that he was a pinhead, many people trusted him, and curiously, in my dreams, he often has the presence of a normal person. Still, other than the real-time blanket weight association, my dream does not seem remotely relevant to anything in my life at present. Driving the cars in this case is a form of generic dream exit waking symbolism (and apparently initiated by the unknown male as the personified preconscious), though it does not complete; only fades. That is, there is no coherent focus on “returning” to my physical body other than in the final moments and there is no hypnopompic stimulus.


      Updated 09-08-2019 at 03:53 PM by 1390

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    4. Meandering; Six-Pack of Bottles, Driving Through Store

      by , 05-10-2017 at 11:10 AM
      Morning of May 10, 2017. Wednesday.



      This dream is meandering - with only a couple scenes that stand out that much. In one scene, my brother Earl (deceased in real life) is in a car in a parking lot (in an unknown area) with my sisters Carol and Marilyn (also both deceased in real life). It has a feeling of the 1960s even though I am possibly about my present age. There is some sort of situation with a six-pack of bottles, which may be apple wine (though this is not certain - the bottles are of a dark green tint). It seems that Earl had just bought them though is also going to be reselling them (or at least a few of them).

      I take the middle bottle out from the left from the carton in the back seat while I remain standing outside the right side of the car. It is only half full. I consider how odd it is for a store to be selling something that seems to have missing contents. I put it back. After opening another one, I take a small drink from the middle bottle on the right.

      For some reason, I take the six-pack of bottles to my car, which is also in the parking lot. My “car” is actually more like an oversized golf cart. I put the six-pack in the back seat.

      At one point, I am in my “car”. A very annoying young Filipino girl is present and wants me to drive her to a shopping mall on the other side of town. She gets in, but I am not certain that I will be driving that far. I consider that I will probably just let her out when I get to where I am supposedly going.

      I drive along, inside a large clothing store. I drive over some clothes that had been strewn across the floor. A young cashier comes to pick them up. She does not react to me having driven over them and it does not seem to matter that much. As I drive to the front door, my dream starts to fade.



      Driving over clothes is a type of dream sign; a carryover awareness that I had gone to sleep and am not wearing clothes in bed. The bottles are likely symbolism relating to circadian rhythms due to the one being half full, additionally being linked to the “time in a bottle” association. It also relates to the “water getting lower over time” waking symbolism which I have experienced continuously for over fifty years.


    5. Slightly Different Water Induction; Palm Tree Made of Water

      by , 01-08-2017 at 07:08 AM
      Morning of January 8, 2017. Sunday.



      I shift into the clarity of the opening scene of my first dream of the cycle. It is the typical water induction. I find myself driving down a street in an unfamiliar location. There is firstly a sense that it may be near the ocean though this association changes after a short time. It seems to be early afternoon.

      The street is lightly flooded and it is raining, but the rain stops eventually. I look to my left wondering if Zsuzsanna will appear for a blissful connection. After a time, there are small geyser-like formations that rise from the surface of the water. Eventually, I even see what appears to be a palm tree made of upwards flowing water to my left, on or near the boulevard.

      Even though I have at least one dream of this nature every night, I am only documenting this one due to it having an atypical feature of the palm tree made of flowing water.



      Water symbolizes sleep and the real-time dynamics of sleep and has always been my most common form of dream state induction. In fact, I often hear the (hypnagogic) sound of water flowing when not even fully asleep yet (sometimes natural settings, sometimes related to bathrooms or showers). (Not only that, if I am listening to a recording while falling asleep, I hear a hypnagogic “gloop” sound at various pitches and distances, which sounds much like a pebble breaking the surface of a body of water. This has been the case for over fifty years and directly translates as sleep induction being slightly disrupted by real-life audio.) It stems from the fact that a person spends the first ninth months of their existence sleeping within “water” (perceived as such) and is also related to circadian rhythms and tidal factors (or at least the analogy of tidal factors - as water getting lower over time is a common waking transition for me). Clear water would relate to being more within the natural sleep cycle. Muddy water relates to outer ranges of the sleep cycle, as I discovered as a child. It is probably the most consistent and “reliable” dream feature I have ever experienced.


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    6. A Lucid Dream of a White Car (Driven From Inside Our House)

      by , 05-20-2013 at 11:20 AM
      Early afternoon of May 20, 2013. Monday.



      In my very clear lucid dream, I walk around in our house (which is much larger in my dream) wondering what is going on. I start to get into the habit of touching my face and mouth regularly in my dream to check if I am breathing properly in real life. This is because, at the time, I remember that I am sleeping with a pillow over the side of my head but there is plenty of room to breathe.

      I walk around until I notice that our back hallway is so much larger than in real life, I feel amazed. It is so large that there is now a shiny white car in mint condition, possibly a 1980s Ferrari Testarossa, parked between the bathroom and storage cupboards facing north to where I am standing in the larger than real life kitchen area.

      Being fully lucid, but with too many ideas on how I can utilize my lucidity, I walk to the car and start tapping it on the top and front and it makes a sound just like someone slapping the side of a washing machine, with a slightly hollow effect. This makes me happy, as I start lucidly feeling all the cool areas of the outside of the car. I am able to open the unusual car door (though on the second attempt). Curiously, I am actually able to fit inside the car comfortably after being able to get in. (As I have documented before, cars are often too small to get inside of in my dreams.)

      I move my feet over the floor of the car, not really touching anything with my feet, and I turn a key to hear a soft sort of engine sound. Suddenly, I take off very fast, north, right through our house. It does not matter at all because I am dreaming. There are no obstacles; I just drive through as if nothing was there to slow or block the car.

      I eventually drive near a cliff, but then the car is vertically upright, facing downwards, hovering high in midair, and I am looking down at about dozen people on a rocky beach near the ocean. A few people look up at me. I start thinking about all the things I could do in my dream, but I am also thinking that I had been asleep long enough and decide to wake up.


      Updated 02-09-2017 at 04:54 AM by 1390

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