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Dreams from October 8 to 9, 2017

This was one of my first Lucids of considerable length, toward the end. It was pretty exciting and encouraging.

Round 1 of Dreams

My Sister is over for a visit. I am trying to copy paste 4 columns. Something becomes too Satanic and I stop. I am in the downstairs bathroom deciding. Satan has a darth Maul face. Guy in T C G One-ish chat room asking me to play, and if I will eat these cookies. I hear I say no. I try to explain that I can't due to addiction. I hear the word "cigarette" and I see smoke coming in. It seems to be coming through a sealed door. What does it mean? Dream sign: Seeing smoke but not smelling it. I get upset. There are two faced Eckhart Tolle masks.

Round 3 of Dreams

There is lots of nasty water on the floor. Cleaning loads of nasty dishes with (removed by me). Stack of lost cell phones. (removed by me)So tired now. I think something woke me up. I feel some terror. Tired.

Round 4 of Dreams
(removed by me)Dream sign: Mom and Dad being together.
(removed by me)Something so scary, I can't pay attention.

(removed by me)


I am awake now. Dammit, I am awake now. I wonder if I should try to D J or just go back to sleep. I am so tired. I hear the noise of a plane overhead. I am angry.

Round 5 of Dreams: Justified Timetude, L D

I become lucid by paying attention to some written words. In my physical body, I am laying on my front. I start to have a dual body awareness of being in my bed, on my front, but also eating these chicken drum sticks at the same time, laying in my front. I worry that moving my arms will wake me up, but then I realize it is actually a dream. (removed by me)

I am eating chicken drum sticks out of big yellow and green bowls in the kitchen. There are thighs and wings in there, in a brown sauce. I am enjoying them. Eventually my Dad says they are old and I kind of throw them out or move on from eating them. I am eating the ones in the green bowl even though it is tipped over. I realize they could be months old.
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I'm at the kitchen sink, trying to do reality checks and stay lucid, and not wake up. I am worried about running out of time, or the dream ending. I affirm, "I HAVE INFINITE TIME!" while looking at the brown counter top. This seems to help.

Mom's Milanos are on the table. Woo hoo! I am excited about all this dream food. I am eating some. They are very soft. I want to save some for her.

I decide to make more of the dream. I picture the local market in my mind. I figure I will walk around the block, and go eat anything I want.

My Mom is in the living room. She is standing near the couch. She looks sad. I am pretty driven to get to the market, so I don't interact with her much. (I felt bad about this upon awakening.) She has a part of a pop tart in her hand.

The ceiling above the couch near the bay window is dripping. I am worried and want to fix it. Then I just let it go. I do move some stuff out of the way of the drip though. There is one orange vase I do something with.

Even within the dream, I have a sense of only having limited money. I want to ask if my Mom wants anything, but I think that will limit me from getting what I want.

As I think of leaving the house, I am aware that anything could happen in the dream. I could run into someone at the store. It could be a wild dinosaur world out there. That makes me hesitate to leave.



I also wrote that the bed changed places at least 3 times.

I think the idea of going to the market gave me a lot of anxiety within the dream.

In my room, I see an app on my phone called Justified Timetude. It has a battery icon but one of the sides is slanted. There is a percentage full bar in there that shows it being about half way, with half being green and half being black.

I think I remember seeing my desk underneath the window in my room. What I definitely remember is opening the window, punching out the screen window, and kind of rolling out to the front of the house. Then, I guess I got scared and ran back in through the front door, and back around to my room. Some of the sequence seems jumbled. I used to do the dream journals in more of a stream of consciousness format, without as much regard for the sequence. Now when I think through it in my head, I sequence it in my mind, before recording it.

I wake up saying, "I am still..." Because I think I was saying, "I am still dreaming", to myself in the dream.

Notes

It seemed like my Fii Write file cut off in the middle of a word. Was some of the original document lost? I hope not. It was only 4:15 A M when I finished that D J entry so there could have been room for one more.