Lots of scenes, no recording so early dreams fuzzy, and scenes as recalled fairly short + (early, was long, detail lost) In some large company, lots of people around, I get someone mad at me, they mount a huge campaign against me including posting newsletters with my picture on them (looks like Mr. Spock) +(f) I'm entering the swimming pool area, the turnstyles are gone now, that's convenient, I can walk directly to the pool to my left, and do so. +(f) pizza pizza everywhere, I'm in an industrial kitchen and baking pizza, it's all around me + I'm at a gourmet buffet, starting on the right and moving to the left, filling my plate, examining the dishes closely, gourmet salad to the left, they're filming a documentary on the place and I'm in the way, fill my plate too full and need to get another one so I can "extract" the food piled on the bottom + Meet wife at restaurant, she enthusiastically brings me to the cannoli chef at the bar who's eagerly awaiting my arrival to serve me his signature dish + lying down, looking up at beautiful girl who's standing in her skimpy underwear next to me, she's shy, "I don't want you looking at me!" she says poutily, (are we 'getting together'?), she's very concerned about small near-invisible skin growths on her face, I see them up close and think they're nothing to worry about, her lovely right boob is fully exposed for a few seconds + the van arrives and the stern communist women dressed in red are going to try to convert us (me, 2 girls, we're faithful to the cause), the commies pass around wine but we don't drink from it, we drink our own, one girl gets very drunk, I very affectionately put my arms around her from the back and tell her she's had enough, cheek to cheek, her (boyfriend?) who's also drunk says it's his job to tell her that. + (late recall, long, mostly gone) action adventure in large industrial zone in dim light, planting explosives, retracting planks from the mother ship can he jump on in time? + friend MD is addressing a large crowd, he keeps calling himself "Alice," I think perhaps this is his baptized name?, I ask him afterwards "did your name change?" he says he has "Multiple Names Disorder" where he keeps naming himself differently in public, he has a distorted/too-tall face. + standing on a long sloping beach in evening lighting, see my dad emerging from the water, can't see mom I start to panic and run to the water, then I see her returning from a walk down the beach in a salmon outfit and funny hat, she picks up a small girl on the ground who turns upside down and falls onto a (recliner?), I say "ouch!", the girl's dad then picks her up and speaks in a foreign language and walks away.
Originally Posted by kadie Because the Bible was written by men. So it was convenient to them to excuse themselves. Wow!! It sounds like you're trying to say all men are misogynists. I hope that's not what you meant - I hope it was something more along the lines of what Alric wrote. IN fact though I'll go one farther than anyone has yet - I think not only is it to put all the blame on Eve and make Adam come off blameless, but I think it was to imply that all men are blameless and all women can be deceitful and treacherous, therefore men need to watch them closely. Don't look at me like that! Lol...I figure that 2000+ years ago that was the way things were. BTW...have you ever seen me post something emasculating?
Before bed. I smoked a lot. ( I had taken a smoke break for at least a month, surprisingly didn't do much for my dream recall. ) I had some milk. I woke up at 6 a.m. as usual. I went to the bathroom, played on my phone and talked to some early bird/night owl friends for a half hour or so. Fell back asleep. I think this is what did the trick. I had a lucid dream the other night, it was one of the most LDs I've had since my first one, almost two years ago. I ended up having another LD last night. The recall is a bit hazy compared to my usual dream recall for LDs. I know it started as a non-lucid dream. I was in a bedroom, that was my bedroom. I felt like a child again. All the things in the room were coming to life, personifying. ( It all reminds me of Beauty and the Beast, looking back. ) Nothing too scary, I was having friendly conversations. I remember looking down at my end table, and it started growing and transforming into a T-Rex. I got a feeling of anxiety, I knew it was going to become a nightmare. I became lucid at that moment, as I often do. I sort of changed the direction of the dream to be a bit more lighthearted. I remember looking at a toy or something that had personified in a friendly way. I asked it why I was afraid of the dinosaur. The toy grabbed a book and opened it up, there were a bunch of scribbles and writings that almost looked like journal entries of my own hand writing. I remember reading some of it, but can't remember what it said. Some of it I couldn't even decipher. I looked to another personified object, and I asked it what my biggest fear was. Hand written words started appearing on the wall in the same sort of journal entry look. Again, I couldn't really decipher them and even the ones I could, I can't remember. When I asked these questions in my dream, I felt a sense of anxiety. As if my inner self wasn't ready to ask/hear the answers to questions like that? I've been going through some hard times, both with myself and relationships. My boyfriend of a few years just moved out yesterday, then I had this dream. I was excited that I even remembered to ask myself these sort of deep questions while lucid. I usual always forget.
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