Xanous' Dream Journal

#467 - DILD - 2:25AM

I am standing before a group of celebrities in something resembling Hollywood Squares TV show. I am asking them to volunteer to star in my movie, but I am being super secretive about the movie and they are all skeptical. Brad Pitt seems the most interested and I walk up some stairs to meet him and talk. As Brad Pitt is talking there is some visual where I use a scalpel to cut the outline of his face out of the dream reality. I hand Brad Pitt some cash for being interested and he hands me double the amount. I tell him that I said I would pay, but he says he doesn't need the money and wants to donate to my movie. I accept the money. We have some more conversation.

I am now in a crappy theater with old black and white movie sections. The screen is like a touch screen waiting for me to make a section. Behind me is a pathetic group of people in small bleachers. I asked there were the newer movies are but no one seems to know. My daughter is with me and she is just as annoyed as I am.

I am now opening some strange store or shop with my wife. I notice the dream scene has changed and I become lucid. I know I am dreaming, but I am still caught up in the scenario. I go through our routine and turn on an check lots of machines. I am trying really hard to remember what I am supposed to do. I worry about waking up and think I will find an object to use to stabilize. I lose most of my visuals and have to concentrate to get the dream back.

The dream comes back, but I think that I have to start the dream over to get my lucidity back. I walk around trying to stabilize, but nothing seems to work. I decide I need to WILD to get things going again. I tell my wife to keep doing what she is doing and I will be right back. I close my eyes and fall backwards. There is fear of hitting the floor and some strong falling sensation, but I trust that it won't hurt. I concentrate then open my eyes.

I am now at a higher level of lucidity, but not by much. I stand up and continue whatever I was doing before. A lot of random flipping of switches and whatnot. I find a clip board and remember a survey I never completed in waking life. For some reason I feel the need to do this in a dream. I write my name and date and then look over questions. I realize I can't see shit and am happy that its mostly filled out. I see a large blank spot and, for fun, decide to write "I am dreaming." I write slowly and deliberately forcing the letters to form and be stable. I get mostly done when my wife comes next to me and hits my writing arm. I am slightly annoy and say, "Babe. Don't do that." I wake up realize my wife is actually touching my arm.