• Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views




    View RSS Feed

    The Fourth Factor

    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. The Gifts You've Been Given

      by , 04-13-2018 at 12:55 AM (The Fourth Factor)
      Iím an observer watching a scene unfold on a boatóbut really, itís more that Iím looking at it and the people on deck while being aware of the situation playing out there in a more abstract way. There are some documents I need for traveling on this boat, and Iím not sure if I have them or if I need to go through some process to get them.

      The scene shiftsóIím now exiting a bus. But instead of winding up outside as I had expected, Iíve simply stepped onto another bus. I quickly take a seat behind the two women who entered ahead of me and wonder where this one is going to take me.

      The scene shifts againóthis time, Iím waking up in the back of a car my parents are driving. It feels as if Iím younger in this one. Weíve just stopped by a building I recognize as the one where my fatherís workshop is. That means weíre not far from home now. I fall back asleep.

      The scene shifts yet againóthis time, Iím in a grocery store. And this time, I know itís a dream, although I still seem to think the last bit with the car was waking reality. I think it would be best if I sleep for the remainder of the trip, and so that means making sure this dream lasts.

      I look around. There donít seem to be anyone here but me. It's reminiscent of the specialty grocerís down the street from my old flat on Svornosti. That means there should be a counter over in the corner where I can get some coffee.

      I go over and find the counter is there, and that thereís somebody behind it. Thereís nothing displaying prices, so I just put down three bills, possibly dollars, which seems like a more than fair price. But the woman tells me I have to make the coffee myself using the machine there. Itís an odd contraption, like no coffee maker Iíve ever used, but after messing around for it a bit, I get it to pour some coffee out - Turkish style, with the grounds at the bottom. I drink it. This isnít a conscious attempt at stabilization, I donít thinkójust something that struck me as a pretty good ideaóbut it may have had that effect, as itís normally hard for me to stay asleep so late in the morning.

      I consider where to go from here. Perhaps home, where the car was headedóonly I have no idea where I am right now. But if I fly, perhaps Iíll see some familiar landmark from the air and be able to find my way from there. And to fly, Iíll need a high place to launch fromóso it looks like Iím headed to the roof.

      In the meantime, Iíve noticed six or seven wolves between two shelves on the upper story, which is a sort of balcony over one half of the store. They all trot off in a single direction as I watch. Are they coming after me? But I wasnít planning on sticking around here in any case. I climb a shelf and phase through the ceiling.

      I now find myself in a room lit by a warm light. A long mahogany table laid with bright red dishes is some distance offóset for an elaborate meal, it looks like. It's quite pretty. I continue on my way, climbing another shelf and jumping through the ceiling.

      This time Iím in an attic-like room near a big calico cat that, in typical feline fashion, seems entirely unimpressed by my unusual method of transportation. But itís about then that I wake up.

      I also wake up remembering something elseónot something I heard, but words that seemed to be impressed on my mind. It went something like: ďUse the gifts youíve been given, human.Ē I donít know who said itóperhaps it was the cat?óbut it seemed somehow independent from the rest of the dream, like it was taking place on a different level. Good advice, in any case.

      12.4.18 - (Happy Lucid Dreaming Day, everyone!)
    2. A Doomed Encounter; Your Turn

      by , 02-12-2018 at 10:48 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      A meeting is taking place beside a river between a knight and a woman. His name is Gawain. Her name is Lotus. It seems like the beginning of a relationship between them. But she can see into the future, and she knows that one day, he will kill her. And yet, she doesn't attempt to break things off.

      I am seeing things from his perspective and from hers, and also from somewhere outside of it, where I donít like the way things are going. And so I pull the scene apart, untangling all the little mental streams that are contributing to it and recombining them into three separate bundles. It will be easier to work with this way, I figure. Now I am in the kitchen of my old house in M--- with my mother, preparing a meal. Iím making the salads. But as I tear the lettuce into smaller pieces, I can still see the river there, and a little point of red light shining in the grass beside it. Itís easy to see and easy to avoid, but it still makes me uneasy.

      In a different dream, Iím in a grocery store, although the building seems to be serving multiple functions. Iím there shopping with Saimiís little sister, who seems to be around seven years old. After a while, I figure Iíll let her take care of a few things. She gets to do something all on her own, I get to read for a little bitóit seems like a pretty good arrangement. I tell her to pick out some plumsómaybe three, whatever kind looks niceóand I sit down at a table there with my book of Rilkeís poetry, which I apparently have with me. She goes off and comes back a few minutes later with a single plum in a plastic bag. She places it on the table and then leaves again. A few minutes later, sheís back with another plum in a bag. Kids. You know thereís got to be some sort of weird logic behind this.

      But now something else seems to be happening: thereís going to be a horse race here, inside the building, and Saimiís little sister is participating, along with three other people. But the horse sheís on is a rather strange one: it seems to be made of some embroidered red material with yellow patterns in it, while still behaving like a living horse. But the race doesnít begin immediately, and I awaken before it actually takes place.
    3. Up & Down the Street; Whose Dogs?

      by , 02-08-2018 at 07:00 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      I canít remember how the dream began, which means that I canít be sure whether I had realized I was dreaming and decided to fly around for a while or whether I had somehow realized that I could fly and stabilize my surroundings but not the full implications of it. But either way, thatís what I ended up doing.

      It seems to be early evening, and Iím on a street where all the buildings are lit up with small, multicolored lights. The street is steep and windingóa little reminiscent of Nerudova Street in its topography and architectureóand it has a vibrant and exciting atmosphere, as if itís a Saturday night and this is the place to go on a Saturday night.

      the adverse effects of B6-nerudova-ulice-prague-1909.jpg
      (Click to enlarge (because I can't figure out how to make it bigger here))

      I fly all the way up the street and then turn around and fly back down again. But it doesnít feel quite as real as I know it could be. I focus harder, and I imagine hearing music as I fly along, and that seems to helpóthis time, it feels as if Iím actually there. I fly back again, and this time I try it while spinning aroundósomething Iíve never done before. It turns out to be a lot of fun, seeing the ground change places with the sky.

      Sometime lateróin another dream, probablyóI'm on a bus on some kind of a trip. Iím with a large groupómany young children, some teenagers and a couple adults. There are also some children and teens there who are exchange students from another country. I have the impression this is a trip for the kids, and the teens and Iónot sure of my age in the dreamóare there to help out with it.

      At some point, we make a stop at a large grocery storeóthe sort thatís often still open in the middle of the night, which it seems to be now. A group of us, including me, goes in. But a womanómaybe the person in chargeóasks me if I could take the dog outside for a bit so she can have a chance to burn off some energy before weíre back on the bus. She has the dog thereóa big, black dog, female, I think. I agree to it.

      Once in front of the store, the dog goes sprinting off in a big loop, eventually coming back around to me. She immediately runs off again, and this time she returns carrying a stick in her mouth. Looks like weíre going to be playing fetch. But just then, I hear barking coming off from to my left. Two smaller dogs are thereóneither one on a leash, I noteóand the one that looks like a half-size pit bull is barking up a storm. I am instantly on alert: I have seen scenarios like this one end with furniture being toppled. But the black dog is not acting threatened or aggressive, and so it seems unlikely that a fightís going to break out. I have a vague impression of the dogsí owner nearbyóbut just then, my alarm wakes me.

      8.2.18
      Attached Thumbnails Attached Thumbnails the adverse effects of B6-nerudova.jpg