DoubleHelix

June 14, 2016: #3 of 3: With no prior recollection as to how or why, I find myself falling through the sky like a parachute jumper above a dense forest over a sprawling, stone medieval castle. I appear to be approximately 3,000 feet in the air falling at terminal velocity. The panoramic view of the forest and the castle (at about my 2:00) is very realistic. The shock and surprise of falling causes me to become immediately lucid. I am falling, not flying. I have no more control over my flight path than a parachute jumper would ordinarily have. I suspect this dream content was prompted by the Game of Thrones episode I watched with my wife L. prior to going to bed.

The sensation of weightless falling is very striking and enjoyable. For an inexplicable reason I am not concerned about hitting the ground. Perhaps I am wearing a parachute. Instead of feeling a rushing wind, my entire body has the sensation of a very powerful, extremely pleasant tingling. I observe the tree tops rushing up to meet me at a furious pace, but I am 100% aware this is a dream. In order to prolong the sensation of falling and the tingling associated with this, I somehow manage to “roll back” the dream to a higher altitude so that I can fall again. This succeeds even though I don’t know how I did it. I have no recollection of hitting or touching the ground. As with all my non-lucid falling dreams I wake before I hit the ground.

June 14, 2016: #2 of 3: I am in what appears to be a head shop examining various pipes made for the purpose of smoking marijuana. They are very cleverly made out of various materials such as wood, glass, and stone. One of the pipes is very intricately carved out of wood. It has a recess for your chin which places the outlet of the pipe right at your lips. It is intended more as a work of art and sculpture than as a practical means for smoking pot. It appears to be carved out of mahogany or some other dark, hard wood. I pick it up, examine it closely, and even fit it to my chin to see how it works. I wake.

June 14, 2016: #1 of 3: I find myself waiting for a preoperative patient at the nurses desk outside of the operating room holding area. I greet and shake hands with P**** R***. I grow bored waiting for the patient to arrive so I decide to go to my car in the parking lot to listen to some music. As I settle into my car I realize that my beeper has a broken button and is probably not operational.

I suddenly grow concerned that I might be late in my arrival to the operating room. I struggle to find the correct entrance to the hospital. I wander around an area that closely resembles the outside garden area of the Home Depot and another area, seemingly indoors, which has corridor after corridor of home goods for sale, almost like a Target, Walmart, or grocery store. I asked several dream characters for directions into the hospital, but no one is particularly helpful.

After a great effort and much fretting, I finally arrive at the doctor's lounge. I realized that I have dried blood on my right wrist from the prior case. A discussion ensues with the dream character who is evidently an anesthesiologist. As I wash off the blood I remark how easily body temperature blood can get on your skin without you realizing it. I wake. The time is 3:23.am.