melanieb

The road that leads up the hill from my current home is actually the same road I used to walk up to get home from school when I was young. For some reason the Neighborhood Association has seen fit to flood this area with water that is almost waist deep. In my mind I'm questioning the wisdom and reason for this decision and can't come up with any rational explanation for it.

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I do recall that when I was young the intersection by the corner of the school property would get some standing water in it, maybe enough to splash a little while riding a bike through it. It never seemed deep. Now...the water is deep enough to require wading and it seems to be at least knee-deep for a couple-hundred feet. I don't get it. I know the water hasn't always been there because I can even remember how it looked when the road was given fresh asphalt when I was still in school.
Sadly I never solve this mystery but the water seems to no longer hinder my movements after a few minutes of pondering. I'm still standing at the corner and I see a game-disc for one of the Playstations in the house. I pick it up and start to put it on the shelf which appeared next to me but I realize that if I do my son will come and take it to his room. I put it on the shelf anyway but I push it further back so that he may not notice it immediately. I don't really have time to deal with its placement at the moment.
I get in my SUV and look back to see a police officer approaching the intersection and he seems a little inattentive to his driving. To prove this he turns onto the side road I am on, just a little over from the flooded intersection, and sideswipes my SUV. WTF! I keep watching as he passes me without stopping and proceeds to a house a short way ahead of me. He gets out of his Bronco-style vehicle with a large bouquet of roses that he clearly intends to give to some lady he is enamored with. I suspect his love has blinded him to anything else in life, yet I find no joy in this. I'm still left with a damaged vehicle.

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I get out and begin examining the Lego constructions that my son has left on the shelf across the street (which still looks like the neighborhood but is somehow part of his room). Some are larger than others and represent different times of his life but all are complicated and intricate.
Coming to my senses I literally ask myself out loud, "What am I doing?! My vehicle just got hit!" I put the Legos down and start examining a piece of sheet metal about 3 feet on a side. It's bumped and damaged from where the police officer's vehicle struck it though I can push out the dents by hand. I wonder if I can do the same for my vehicle and I only briefly wonder why I'm looking at a piece of sheet metal from my son's toy box.
As if on cue my son shows up to ask me what's wrong. We get in my vehicle which seems to be a combination of my SUV and a house I've never been in but apparently share with my family and anderj101, among others unnamed. I really feel the need to make a report about the police office that struck my SUV and I turn to see his license plate. The numbers seem to change and at one point I even think it starts with an exclamation point.
Staring at it long enough helps resolve some of the numbers just before he drives away though I know it will be easy to identify him to the police. He not only had damage on his vehicle, his vanity plate indicated he was from California, a little far from his normal jurisdiction.
To communicate this I decide to use my vehicle's console to send a text-style message to the police. I want to start typing but the text-box is filled with characters clearly put there when anderj101 was visiting some other website filled with hundreds of chat room names. These room names take me forever to delete as I have to push a button to remove text and the screen only shows one text-line at a time. I've got to tell anderj101 not to use my vehicle for surfing chats in the future!

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To type this message, which I decide I should post on DreamViews, I have to push two buttons on the dashboard until the proper character is displayed and then move the cursor one space over. It's a frustrating process and I know it will take forever yet I plod on, slowly working out my message about the terrible officer.

And that's all I remember clearly. I know there was also some strange demon-like person wearing a hooded robe that I took for an obscure forum member who advised me on my memories of the flooded intersection but I can't quite put it into the context of the dream.

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I'm copying this from my Workbook. I'm trying to get back in the habit of writing things down as I get ready for Matte's competition.

So last night I had three very long dreams. All of them had something to do with the forum or the forum members and lucid dreaming.

I recall one involving me sending a forum member into a moving vehicle in front of me to induce lucid dreaming in the truck (think it was a truck) and suddenly the vehicle exploded, bodies flying every which way. It was weird because the bodies seem to fly up and then fall rather realistically and the whole thing reminded me of a patchwork of elements I've seen on various documentaries and news reports.

It was the act of trying to induce lucid dreaming that caused the truck to explode. Not sure what what means.

When I woke each time I could recall being in a lengthy dream and some of the events that happened. The visuals are fairly easy to recall but examining them in hindsight produces only vague impressions. It's a weird mix of recall and lack-of-recall.

Think I need more sleep. I haven't been getting enough rest this week and when I lie down I see lines of text scrolling past my eyes, just like chat.


As for the most vivid object...it was small, round, perhaps two inches across. I believe it was a Happy-Meal toy, the bottom of which had a space slightly smaller than the diameter of the circular base in which I was placing another object. There were three cutouts on one side and I was able to fit a small object (a disc or coin, perhaps a watch face of some sort) into the base with the buttons (?) lined up with the three cutouts. I knew they didn't belong together but it felt like they were made for each other. I examined it for a while. The light was bright and reflecting off the object, shining occasionally into my eye. The toy was a lime-green plastic along the base and the fitting object was yellow.

I seem to have a lot of moments like that. Often they become a trigger for lucidity or I'm already lucid by the time I'm examining the object or scene. I think this stems from my general nature of being a hyper-aware person.

I should write all this in my dream journal but I feel like relaxing for a bit before sleep.

Tonight will be the third night in a row in which I haven't had enough sleep. Tomorrow will likely be the fourth. [sigh]

I got some sleep last night and I had some interesting dreams. This one was lucid, involved flying, and I remembered DreamViews and the lovely people here!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have a false awakening and I’m lying in my bed at my dad’shouse in California. I find I am not in his current house but the one he hadwhen he lived in Alameda for 25 years. The bed is near the corner of the roomand to my left (while lying on my stomach) is a window, brightly lit by themorning sun. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The window is covered by paper shades, a thin material thatrolls up just like a typical window blind. I lift it up and when my eyes adjustto the bright scene I see the ocean. It’s a beautiful scene to wake up to. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Normally I should see another house from this window, but Ifind myself looking at water instead. I decide I want some pictures to show thepeople on DreamViews, to show off how beautiful the scene I wake up to is. Ifind my camera on the table and place it near the window. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking closer, I realize the window is a bit dirty, and Istart rubbing the glass with my finger. It isn’t working as well as I wouldlike, and I think how I hate this effect in dreams. I appear to be aware thatI’m dreaming but I can’t control anything yet. I continue cleaning the glass asbest as I can, hoping to make a nice clean spot for my camera lens. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Noting that some of the dirt is on the outside of the windowwhere I can’t clean, I give up and place my camera near the window. I move thecenter-point around, trying to get the camera to focus properly and adjustexposure, cursing myself for not bringing my film camera. The scene finallyresolves into focus, and I notice that I’m looking out at the bay, not theocean. In the background of the picture, across the water, is a large greymountain that doesn’t normally appear anywhere in the Bay Area.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stare at the mountain for a minute, trying to figure outhow it got there. It’s not like a normal mountain, covered with trees orsnow-capped. Instead it’s almost smooth, as though it was covered with slopedglaciers. Fracture lines are visible in what appears to be ice, though I havenever before seen a glacier so dull.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take a couple pictures of this scene and decide I would ratherhave some pictures from the beach, so I get up and walk out of the house. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Normally I would have to walk a few blocks and make someturns to even see water from his house, let alone get anywhere near a beach. Onthis day, however, an alley ran right along the side of the house which ledstraight to the water. I really wanted to fly to the beach and get therefaster, but normal flight didn’t fit in with my desire to swim, so Icompromised and flew on an air mattress. Like most of my flying dreams I movedas though I was in water, lying on the air mattress and pushing my handsagainst the air to move forward. I knew I was dreaming for sure but I had nodesire to change anything.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I flew past many houses and a couple of apartment buildingsas well, and as I came over a slight rise in the landscape I could finally seewater ahead of me. It was a pretty scene, and I tried taking pictures here butthe view wasn’t as open as I would like, and people kept interfering with myview of the water. I knew waiting would work out better.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Arriving at the beach I floated on through a cave in therock to a beach cove that had the most beautiful ocean access. The cove waswide, surrounded by rock except for the cave behind me, and had a nice sandybeach that any surfer would be proud of. The rock walls behind me shaded thecove from the early sun, and a number of families had set up their belongingsin the protected sides of the cove to avoid the wind. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I floated along the length of the beach and just took in theview for a minute. I remembered while I was there in the first place and tookout my camera, fixing my view on a distant buoy perhaps a half-mile out. Ittook my camera a while to focus but this time I was happy to not have anymountains in my view, just the beautiful ocean with some small white caps. Icouldn’t have been happier, and I thought about how great the pictures would bewhen I showed everyone on DV.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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