I was inspired by a post on this site to do a 21 day MILD routine as well. I will be posting each day as time progresses at the beginning of my DJ's. This will be starting tonight. I will be doing the "MILD routine" before I go to sleep and when I wake up after a dream. My mantra will be: "This is a dream, and I am aware". Simple yet powerful. Anyway, Happy Dreaming!
7 February 2016 A little backstory here. I had just learned of The Flat Earth Society and was checking out there subreddit to try and...understand their reasoning. This was on my mind as I fell asleep. This is the story of a young girl's journey to fame and stardom. A girl who would be thrown into an impossible situation but let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I cannot tell you how this began as details are lost in memory. All that I can tell you is a young girl did something in TV. Something amazing and spectacular. Something so mystifying that she was praised all over the world. She had earned the reputation of a dynamo, an explorer, an adventurer. I never caught her name so I will name her 'Beatrice.' What could be more fitting for such a denizen than a name that means 'Voyager?' Everything seemed to be going well for the young superstar until the day finally came for her medal to be tested. I do not know how it came to this but Beatrice ended up making a promise to do what no one was able to do. To travel to the edge of the world. You see, in this dream the world was flat and everything was surrounded by an ice wall. Once one climbed this wall he would have to travel several miles across frozen tundra to reach the edge of the world. No one had succeeded in doing this but everyone was confident that Beatrice would be the first. The events leading up to this are hazy but I do remember that Beatrice was freaking out. She knew that she would not be able to keep this promise. She didn't know how it came to this or what she was going to do, there was no way that she was going to make it all the way to the edge! The day finally came and the world was watching. They had made it onto the ice wall that we call Antarctica and a camera crew was there to watch her progress. She was going to make it over the ice wall...She made it less than a mile. I don't know what happened or what she saw but she came running back in tears. Words could not describe how much she hated herself. She was supposed to be the best, she was supposed to be the first but she had failed. She let everyone down. I don't remember how the world reacted to this but I do not imagine that they were kind to her.
I am on the school bus on the way to school. I realize that I am standing in the middle of the isle, slowly walking to the front of the bus. Then the bus driver yells at me, and I sit down, in the wrong seat. I laugh at my stupidity and push my finger through my hand to see if I am dreaming, but it doesn't work. I move one. I am in my school library with my classmates. It is first hour. Rosa Parks is going to be coming to school to give a presentation. I remember thinking that she already died, but I dismiss the idea. When she comes, she is the only one standing, everyone else is sitting. I think that she should get a chair because she is so old. All of a sudden, she is sitting down. I am back on the school bus at the end of the day. It is my stop. I walk up to the front of the bus to get off, but I realize that I forgot to bring my backpack, water bottle, and eos from my seat. I go back to my seat to get them, but they are scattered under the seat of the bus. I do an RC, but it doesn't work, so I move on.
I'm trying out a new format for my dream journal. I noticed I was having more lucids when I consistently kept better track of awareness and real life details. I like a picture on fb by J.D. about having bought a house in Alaska. I think that’s so cool. I end up somehow visiting R.D. there and finding her in the bathroom. I tell her about how great it is and ask if she likes it. She says she liked New York better and Alaska has increased her BP. I tell her, “Isn’t that funny that cities lower your BP and the country increases it?” She agrees. They’re living with J.D's family. I hear an older man’s voice explaining the nature of true, genuine, love very eloquently and poetically. It’s in relation to my soul’s visit to R.D. I can only remember the general message: 'Hopefully by now they’ve realized that love is something that can be dismantled to overcome perceived obstacles and illusory barriers. True love can only present itself as the genuine and undying wish to help a person grow, which can only be done if one can look beyond the illusions and masks and stare deeply into their eyes and their soul.' I became aware that it was a dream voice. Though I was partially awake, the voice kept going. I was in awe that my mind could articulate this message so beautifully and naturally without any hesitation. It flowed so perfectly. D stirred and I immediately got up to write it down, trying to retain all the words I could. I had my hair wrapped in a towel and it was buzzing. I’m surprised my towel stayed on all night. I kept hearing music and kept trying to turn it off. I grabbed my writing dream journal and flipped to the last pages that were creased and were from my last vacation. A.W. had written under a few dreams, “Chloe, GLA somewhere else! We don't want you here!” Referring to a dream character. What’s GLA? She wrote more but I didn’t read it because I had read it before and knew what it said. I wanted to get to writing my dreams before I forgot the message. I checked my phone and had 16 new messages. Then I woke up for real. Going on vacation. Lani from Wilcox is there and I see she has NZ dollars. She’s staying on a different island than we did and said we need to stay away from each other if we’re both going to visit or else we might keep running into each other. I laughed. On the plane a little girl demands a hot dog. I take her to see her dad, the co-pilot. It requires me to move from first class perpendicular to coach. I have to crawl and she has to watch her head. I had forgotten how cramped coach is, it makes me claustrophobic. She visits her dad who is sitting in the front row and he refuses to buy her a hot dog. When we land the mother and sisters are furious. They want to punish him. They ride on jet ski’s to get people to form a line. At a harbor you can see huge sharks in a huge tank. They’re used to power the cruise ship. Some workers get in the water and I wonder if they’re afraid of the sharks. I get on the cruise ship and it starts going, crashing on really high waves. I think it’s fun. On the lifeboats some workers are hanging out. Some are gay and cuddling. I get selected to be a dancer for the ship’s show. I’m not sure what my role is so I wing it. I’m suspended out to the side of the boat and try not to touch the water so I don’t get attacked by sharks. A professional dancer is there, too, so I try to follow her moves. I can follow a little bit, but still get lost. On downtime she tries to teach me. I see fast forward from third person, my extensive multi-year training. My training sometimes stalls the cruise ship departures. I check on my cilantro and it’s ready to be cut, but the stems are buried by dirt and I can’t get to them. Supplements: 1000 Vit.C, 3 collagen, 3 L. Tryptophan, 1 iodine, 100 niacin, 1 DIM Mantras: NA ADA rating: 1 Nightly Awakenings: X1 - barely remember it WBTB: NA HH: Buzzing before awakening. Loud cling sound while falling asleep Dream Type: RD - partially aware Total hours of sleep: 7:45
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