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Between Sleeping and Waking: Dream Diary of the Man Who Doesn't Make Sense.

Sunday, August 7, 2011:

Day 5: All the Time in the World.

(This occurred in the same night and dream as Day 4: The Corridor that Never Existed.)
Everyone, including my once-companion, had been leaving the household. I had been in the bathroom, contemplating my situation. Then, out of curiosity, I had performed my reality check once more and confirmed that I had been dreaming. I looked around the bathroom. It was massive. Sunlight filtered in from the wooden door a few meters away, and there were towels, toilets, and showers aligning the walls.
The first thing that I had noticed was that I was cold, but I knew that rubbing my hands against my arms would not accomplish much due to the fact that I was dreaming, and the temperature took a toll on my physical body as opposed to my dream body. I quickly disregarded this.
I knew that I had to ground my lucidity, and I quickly rubbed my palms together and shouted "AWARENESS NOW!". The "awareness now" trick did seem to work to some extent and, satisfied at my lucidity, I had attempted to alter the environment. I then pushed my arms out and spun 'round and 'round, knowing that this action was likely to create a change in the environment. As I reached terminal speed, everything, including myself, had sped to a blur. After about ten seconds of spinning, I noticed that the scene grew gradually darker. When I stopped myself, I saw that the sun had set, the bathroom light had turned off, and night had struck. I had inadvertantly time traveled!
I moved through the dark palace of toiletry only to stumble upon a dream version of one of my friends, Emily, as I had been making my way to the door. She proceeded to barrage me with questions about life.
"What's the point of living? Why are you here? Why are you still living?"
There are times when you've got to ignore somebody, and, after my previous excursion with my unnamed "companion" earlier that night, I wasn't about to let somebody else nab my lucidity. I sped ahead and reached for the brass doorknob. As I did so, I remembered that I had the ability to summon others. I then made a suggestion to myself.
"When I open this door, [she] will be there".
As I opened it, I saw that my friend was, in fact, not there. It was then that a dark cloud had swallowed me, and I woke up.

Duration: Roughly three minutes.
Level of Lucidity: Medium.

Between Sleeping and Waking: Dream Diary of the Man Who Doesn't Make Sense.

Sunday, August 7, 2011:

Day 4: The Corridor that Never Existed.

I was looking about my classmate's house. She was hosting a party that had many of my friends in it, and we sat around enjoying the festivities. But, then, the moment came in which, while opening the door to my friend's basement, I suggested to myself that I might be dreaming. After this suggestion, I performed a reality check, and success! With my newfound awareness I stared into the open door that my previous self had opened. The corridor ahead was black and without light. Perfect for exploration! I gathered my wits and walked into the inky blackness as it consumed me, and darkness was all that the eye could see. I moved into it with confidence, and quickly found myself back in a seperate room of my friend's house. And, not only that. Apparently, I had met an acquaitance along the way!
"Do you know where you're going? You're lost, you know."
My companion hadn't only taken my nerves, but my lucidity as well. However, I would return later that night...

Duration: Roughly two minutes.
Level of Lucidity: Low.

Between Sleeping and Waking: Dream Diary of the Man Who Doesn't Make Sense.

Saturday, July 30, 2011.

Day 3: The Rounded Pit.

I was at the centre of a large, rounded, marble bowl. This bowl was not unlike those seen at skate parks. Unlike said bowls, however, this one had railing running about the pit's circumference. Dulled, dark, wooden, railing. I examined the strange railing for a time, prior to becoming aware of my body in bed. I pondered this anomaly for several minutes, before realizing that I was, in fact, dreaming (and my first lucid dream in a while, at that). Not only that, but my dream body had wished me to surrender my consciousness to my physical body. I was experiencing dual consciousness, and I knew that I would be awakening any second now. I gradually remembered that lucidity could be gained by making contact with dream objects. In my case, this was the railing around the bowl. I quickly ran over to the railing and ran my hands over it. I was amazed at the feeling of the dusty, rough railing as my hands made contact with it. Just as I did this, my body successfully reeled my consciousness back in.

Duration: Roughly thirty seconds.
Level of Lucidity: Low.