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    What can I say? Some dreams just call out to be shared. I've always found it interesting to read about other people's dream lives, and now I'm giving them the same chance.

    1. Boat on a Stormy Sea; Cemetery Campsite

      by , 05-22-2022 at 09:11 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      Boat on a Stormy Sea

      Iím at an event taking place in a large, white tent, with people sitting at long tables in rows. I canít remember the earlier part of the dream any longer, but at some point, a man on some sort of machine, kind of like a large tractor/open tank, bursts in and starts threatening people while riding up and down the aisles. He doesnít actually seem to be trying to hurt anyone Ė yet Ė but itís clearly a dangerous situation, so I head off to prepare properly before taking care of it.

      I go some distance away to a much smaller tent, where my own things are, and start by tying my hair back since that thing has exposed moving parts on it, and I want to be able to get close to it without having my neck snapped. While Iím getting ready, I plan, although I donít think this will be very complicated. I figure Iíll just jump on and start messing with levers. But Iíll want to take out his grapply thingies first so he canít just move them back.

      When Iím done, I go back a different way, past some fairly large buildings. The area is reminiscent of a university campus, and life seems to be going on normally here. A woman holding a number of small cards approaches me, wanting me to draw one. I do, knowing that sheís trying to help in some way. The cards are made of cardboard and are of varying sizes, as if theyíre from multiple decks. I draw one which turns out to have a picture showing a boat on a stormy sea.* Thereís accompanying text Ė Iím aware of having to focus more than usual in order to not instantly forget it (although, unfortunately, I did forget it between then and awakening). I take this as a positive sign. It also somehow suggests to me that it might be a good idea to see if I can get some of the other people in the tent to help out regarding the grapply things.

      * Note: this is the symbol for chords with dominant function in the app I use to practice improvising, which is something I was doing the night before this dream.

      13.5.22



      Cemetery Campsite

      I seem to be camping in a cemetery. Another tent is staked a few plots down Ė a mother and a young boy, who's three-ish, are staying there. I wonder whether I should tell them theyíre camped on one of the graves thatís supposed to be haunted.

      We eventually do meet up somehow, and I show them the way to a local bank at her request. She meets with a couple of her relatives there, including an older woman who reminds me of somebody I know, who is looking after the child (who I now know is called Eliot) while she does something there. Eliot suddenly runs out of the building, and the woman follows, chasing him. I think she may need some help though, and so I wait around the opposite corner of the building and catch Eliot as he rounds it. He immediately starts crying.

      Sometime after that Ė back at the campsite Ė the woman has given me a bone with some meat on it to cook over a small fire. However, as I hold it over the flame, I notice thereís hardly any meat there at all Ė just a couple little scraps.

      Upon awakening, I also remembered a piano ostinato playing Ė not as a background of the dream, but as if it had somehow been going through my mind at the same time, apart from it. I didnít check the pitches soon enough after the dream to be able to put it in a definite key, but this is what it sounded like:



      -15.5.22


      Lots of interesting dreams lately. I'm not going to copy them all here, but highlights include:

      -Preparing for a chess match against a guy who likes to send his bishop in for a sacrifice on the f-pawn early in the game. I find this annoying and intend to make sure, through my own choice of moves, that this is not going to be an appealing option for him.

      -Lots of hostels and hotels.

      -Attending a concert on a campus but leaving after my rowdy friends got kicked out since itís not really worth being there without them.

      -A lucid dream mostly consisting of talking to people and exploring.
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    2. This Must Have Been Kafkaís Bank; Old Acquaintance

      by , 04-22-2018 at 11:09 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      It seems Iíve gone to a bank to figure out why I canít get my checking account hooked up with Paypal. Theyíve given me a form to fill outóIím sitting at a large table with a few other customers scattered around it while a female employee stands behind a desk at one end of the room.

      But the form is proving quite frustrating. All the questions are so unclear that I keep having to call the woman over to explain what information itís asking me for. And it seems that a lot of what itís asking for is other peopleís informationórelatives, friends, people who would be able to do a particular thing for me.

      I call the woman over to explain yet another questionóit claims to be questions 4 through 10, although it seems to be a simple yes or no question. Whatís this one asking me for? She tells me that one doesnít actually count for anything, and I can write anything I want there. Well, fine then. I write: ďyes?/no!Ē below it. The woman seems a little dubious. But if it doesnít matter, then presumably it doesnít have to make sense. Besides, I say, how often do you get the chance to answer a question like that? And she seems to accept that.

      I had hoped to have this matter settled today, but since Iím going to have to get in touch with so many people to get the information I need to fill the form out, it looks like itís going to drag out for a while longer. But then it dawns on me: this thing is making me think about the ways Iím connected with other people. Could it be that thatís what this was really about?

      Later that night, in a different dream, Iím going to a place like a big department store with a group of people. A lot happened in this one, but in the only part I can remember well, we have all met up at a cafť that's part of some larger space. We sit at a couple small, round tables to one side of the counter. There are some nice-looking pastries on display, but I donít recall anyone actually ordering food.

      I was hoping to sit next to Katya, but she ended up at the other table, and other people sat down there before I could move over. Instead, I seem to be sitting beside an old schoolmate, someone I havenít seen or even thought about since we were both 10. We talk about life back then. She mentions a particular boy, saying she remembers I had a lot of classes in common with him. I canít remember whether I did or not. Itís not something I would have taken note of. I say that I remember having a lot of classes in common with another boy, though. She doesnít remember who he is at first. But then she says, ďOh, the one with the naked fairy dream?Ē This is referring to the dream records that are displayed here in this cafť. It seems they were collected by Judge whatís-his-face from some of the students back then as part of some projectómaybe like a public display of kidsí artwork, like you see sometimesó and by some massive coincidence, they ended up here, where we are.

      I have my bouzouki in my lap, in its case. Iím thinking of taking it out and playing it. It would have nothing whatsoever to do with anything that happened in the past, and that would be nice.

      22.4.18