task of the year

A week or so ago, I noticed that I had briefly woken from a dream, then re-entered the dream when I fell back to sleep. There was no lucidity, but I managed to go back to the same dream. Thanks to this awesome site, I've learned that I experienced something similar to what's called a DEILD, a Dream-Exit Induced Lucid Dream, or chain-dreaming. I decided to use this method as a means of getting lucid.

Last night I had a dream that guy friend from the UK (who I've crushed on for a while) spontaneously showed up on my front porch. We hung out for a while, and then he insisted on giving me a back massage. IT WAS NOTHING DIRTY SO GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER YA PERV. So he gives me a back massage, and it feels really nice, but then I woke up.

I was rather enjoying that dream, so I tried to go back to it by laying still and focusing on what I remembered dreaming. Things kinda went awry, but not terribly so. Instead of the back massage, my friend and I ended up with some other friends in a magical elevator. It would take us to a floor that led to a store in a mall, then a floor that led to a rainforest, then a floor that was in the future.

Clearly, I still have some work to do on this technique. But at least I have a start.

And I think it's a good dream to start with!

This is from 10-29-2011:

I must have been back at college, as I recognized campus buildings and parts of downtown. I was also with a few of my closest friends from college.

In this dream, I was dating Rick Wright, the late keyboardist of Pink Floyd. It wasn't young Rick from the 60s or 70s, but older, white-haired Rick. We were very much in love with each other, in the way that makes other people nauseous ("No I love YOU more!. Oh you!").

My friends did not approve of our relationship. They thought that Rick was taking advantage of a young girl and that I was using him as a "sugar daddy". I got very upset at them, trying to convince them that Rick and I were truly in love.

The last thing I remember was going to a supermarket with my friends, where Rick was working as a cashier. I turned to my friends and said "See! He's a working stiff just like us!" and then proceeded to give all my attention to Rick.

This dream made me very happy. It felt really nice to be loved, even if my friends didn't approve or understand. And Rick was an absolute darling.

Lastly, Rick was living in a house with David Gilmour and Nick Mason, and I chatted with them for a bit. Since I've had a dream where I met Roger Waters, I can now say that I've interacted with every member of Pink Floyd in my dreams except for Syd Barrett. I think I'll make that lucid goal.

My Pink Floyd fangirlness knows no bounds. None.