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    1. 1/9/11: Disappointing Lucid

      by , 01-11-2011 at 06:38 AM
      Non-lucid Lucid Side Notes

      Linda and I are sitting on a bed in a bedroom with a lot of antiques and lace doilies. She gives me a present and I open it up. It is a wooden carving of Snoopy that has a small, latched door on its underbelly. I open up this door and I find a red Jolly Rancher and a blue Jolly Rancher. She asks if I like it and I tell her I love it. Then we both fall asleep on this bed. Next thing I know, we are in a bedroom my home in Wisconsin and I somehow think that I am having a shared “dream within a dream”. I see something strange and I decide to do the hand reality check. I look at my hand, and it is deep red with a sixth finger growing and receding between my thumb and my first finger. I stare at it for a long time, and see that the tips of my fingers even become detached from the rest of my hand. I become lucid, but I think that I am in a “dream within a dream”, when really it is just a scene change from the falling asleep scene. I say something to Linda about how we are in a dream, and see says things that I can’t recall. I remember that she is acting exactly like herself in real life and saying very smart things, so I think that I may be sharing a dream with her. I remember my dream goal to play something awesome on a guitar, so I imagine an acoustic guitar and then see it leaning against the wall next to the bed. I pick up the acoustic guitar and try to play something impressive, but for some reason I can only play simple chords like C major and A minor. The sound of the acoustic is very crisp and warm. I convince myself that I’ll be able to play something that I wouldn’t be able to play in real life, but unfortunately I am unable to play anything more than chords. I leave this guitar, disappointed. Linda and I walk outside to the front lawn of my Wisconsin home. It is a warm and sunny day. I tell her that she should go flying with me and we take off into the air. We fly at a decent speed for a little bit, but then stop in mid air. We float in the air, unable to move. I see some neighbors having a meal on a porch nearby and try to fly by imagining myself flying over to that porch, but this doesn’t work. I flap my arms like a bird but this doesn’t work either. I become frustrated and wake up.
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