Duality

Today I found a few pages from three consecutive days sometime in the fall of 2009, just after I was formally introduced to lucid dreaming. What follows is a compilation of those notes. They are regrettably not dated.

Here, I stray from my promise to only post the interesting dreams, but since this is the oldest physical record I have of my dreams, I feel the need to compile and post it for my own purposes.

Day 1.

1. The setting is my undergraduate college, near my apartment senior year. I am backing a Volkswagen Touareg (belonging to a girl who lives three doors down from me) into an empty space. One of my professors is standing off to the side, in the grass, providing direction and satirical commentary.

2. I am attending a presentation on job-hunting, being held in my room. My friend, Mike, who is a midget in the dream but taller than me in real life, operating as projector, which is projecting from a square hole in my wall (which don't exist in reality) onto the wall of the stairwell. Some concierge driver I met some time ago is conducting the presentation.

3. I am a politician of some kind; I am blatantly corrupt, and walking around in my penthouse apartment. The TV is on, and there is a newsreel about scandals surrounding me and my activities. I walk to the coffee table, just in front of the TV, and examine a pile of journals and magazines, for which all of the cover stories are about me skimming money from the taxpayers. I look up at the TV and see a VCR, and in my mind I know I stole both the TV and VCR from some forensics lab.

Day 2. These notes begin to become unclear; almost gibberish, looking back at them. I can't really recall any of these dreams, except for the lucid one.

1. I was an "officer" in a certain country, and passed the qualification exam for a job. The exam involved the reflection coefficient formula from transmission line theory.

2. I was playing Battlefield Heroes (an online game), as a member of the Axis. I turned the game to our team's favor by destroying two Sherman tanks with a bazooka. A Raggety Ann doll started running at me, swinging a sword (there are no swords or giant dolls in the game). I shot and kill the doll for the winning kill.

3. My first lucid dream. This dream started in my parents' living room. One more I interrogated my parents, asking them if I was dreaming. Again, neither of them provided a satisfactory reply. I look at my hands, and convinced myself I was dreaming. I therefore ran outside, planning on trying to control the dream. Unfortunately, I was "ejected" from this dream; it ended early.


I will continue this post later, but since it is basically just a list of several uninteresting dreams, the task cannot hold my attention as of right now.