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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.