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Color Code: Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid, Waking life notes

April 7, 2015

I realize I am dreaming and go into my bedroom. It is my childhood bedroom. I remember my goal and say something like “welcome to dreaming school,” to the toys and things on the shelves, as if I am the teacher.
I find some papers and look through at some comics I drew. I say to myself “These are well drawn. Lots of silhouettes.” It doesn't really look like my style.
I remind myself of my goal again, saying its for a lesson in dream control. I say “What's a thing I want/need to learn how to do?”
I punch my fist through a window for some reason. The window is between two rooms. Through the window I see an old woman enter the house (apartment?). I talk to her through the now partially open window. She has short curly white hair and seems to be wearing a poncho, or maybe a shawl.

I ask the lady if she would like to help me summon a person.
My first idea is to use a door and expect a person to be on the other side. But don't really get that far.
The old lady is apparently also a lucid dreamer. She tells me that before going to sleep/entering the dream, she was thinking of a banana or apple to see who she would meet. (It's like a method to meet a random person in a shared dream. Who you end up meeting depends on the theme you incubate.)

Either she senses that my dream is ending, or she has to leave. She says we can meet again tomorrow at the same time (She says at 8AM?).

My dream fades and I wake up. I scratch an itch on my leg while moving as little as possible and then go back into a new dream.
I am in a room. I sing “B-A-N-A-N-A-N Banana,” repeatedly (yes misspelling banana) to summon the same old lady as before. She shows up and I ask her to tell me where she lives (in waking life), or her number or something. She gives me a three-digit number (of course I forget it when I wake up).
I ask her “What's that?” She says “My number.” I say “What number?”
It is her prison number, or prison I.D. Number. She is surprised to realize I am not in prison too. Sh says she assumed I was because I am young.
I get the impression/idea that she must be from another reality in which most people, especially the young, are imprisoned, like in some distopian world.
I follow her out into a hallway and lose lucidity. Possibly we are going to attempt an escape. A guard says he smells baking, which is not allowed.

After waking, it occurred to me that she might have meant a metaphorical prison. Or she might have just been confused, losing lucidity like I was. Or possibly she was a dream figure talking nonsense like they do.
Either way, I am happy to have met someone who was more interesting and lucid than most of the people I meet in my lucid dreams.