Hypatia's Dream Journal

I was in an office complex where my company's building joined with a governmental department next door. In search of a bathroom, I wandered to the other building attached to mine and saw Nancy Pelosi, who worked there. Though we've met before, she didn't recognize me, so I took the opportunity to get her to say something stupid. We talked about how the elevators and floor line up in our two buildings, and she mentions something about how doors and Muslims are involved in a complex liberal conspiracy. I tell her it sounds ridiculous and ask what her evidence is. She walks away, telling me to say hi to [my husband's name], showing she did recognize me after all.

Feeling silly, I wander back over to my office on my side of the building. My coworkers and I are sitting around, drinking and socializing. I see an ex-colleague and we have a friendly chat. Then, feeling sick, I take off all my clothes and lie down on the ground, and immediately wonder if that looked too dramatic and people will think I merely want sympathy.

Then, I was in bed in my childhood bedroom, and I noticed my vision was fuzzy and wavy. I decided to do my LD reality check and examine my wedding ring. Success! The bands were moving around, so I knew I was dreaming. I did a few other standard reality checks: tapped the palm of my left hand with the forefinger of my right, and it went straight through my hand! I also jumped in place - yep, jumped too high for RL. Definitely LDing.

So, what should I do next? I was still in my bedroom and worried that my sleeping body may be mirroring some things I did in my dream, so I decided to stay there. Sex with a friend came to mind, so I tried to create a friend in my bed. But, it really didn't work well - only parts of the person were visible at a time, and it never looked like them. I gave up and decided to just masturbate in my dream to see what it felt like. But, as I laid down in bed, I felt a sharp pain: I'd laid on a stiff comb, whose bristles were jamming into my back. I felt the dream fade as the pain continued. I desperately yanked the brush out and spun in place to get the dream back. I spun and spun and things stabilized temporarily... but then they became fuzzy again and I woke up.

Note: This happened on a Saturday nap after I'd already been up and around. Was very tired from the day before. I really am not good at conjuring up specific people in my dream. This is the first successful use of my wedding band reality check, which I've been doing several times a day since I joined DV.

I was at a theater or opera house where costumes used in past plays were being sold. One item I recognized as a gown from the opera Turandot - I tried it on with the mask from The Fall and posed dramatically.



Around this time I became lucid. I immediately started to fly and felt the dream fade away. To counter this, I came back to the ground and started by spinning in place, since the dream was starting to fade. This stabilized everything succesfully.

Then, I wanted to practice what I'd read in the DV forums - that getting control over a dream is about assuming you can do something rather than questioning whether or not you had the ability. I practiced by making fire shoot out of my fingers. The first two times I struggled, but then practiced assuming it would happen. Then I was able to do it. I went from lighting my finger on fire to lighting my hand on fire, with mostly success.

Satisfied with the fire experiment, I wondered what I should do now that I was lucid. Sex came to mind, and I looked around at the people around me. Lots were beautiful women, so I chose one and started to caress her. But, I wasn't really feeling it. I should have sex with someone I actually know, I thought. I saw a friend in the distance, approached him, and kissed him. He reminded me of another time we'd done this, in RL rather than a dream, and I was mortified by the embarrassing memory (note: false memory, I'd never been with this person in RL).

Not feeling into the whole sex thing, and started to wonder what I should do next. Hey, I should go to Chichen Itza, just like the IOSDP mentions. I don't believe in shared dreaming, but trying their challenge sounded like a good next step. I visualized Chichen Itza, and a few seconds later I was at its base, gazing up at it. The sides were too curvy, so I stared at them until they were straight. I noticed a fence around the pyramid and noted how strange it was my subconcsious put it there. Now I'm at Chichen Itza, I thought, so I should probably meet the people here and try to remember them when I wake. There were about 10-15 people standing with me, so I went around to them to ask their names and remember their faces. There were four blonde women of varying bodytypes, and I remember one man with brown hair, a green barret, and a slightly pudgy figure. Another male was tall and had tousled brown hair - he looked only 17 or 18, and I thought he seemed like a student. I tried hard to remember names - even asked people to put nametags on - but the names kept changing and I had trouble remembering. One person was named Enzo or Anzo, I think. Another was Cho. I woke up shortly after.

Note: Haven't written here lately due to travel and holiday busyness. The night of the above LD I was exhausted from travel - tried sleeping on my back with eyes closed for 30 seconds, then gave up and rested on my stomach and was asleep in seconds.

Just a dream fragment: boss sent me a message saying that the reason my project failed was because of me

Note: went to bed very drunk, guessing that affects recall

Edit: Later remembered another dream fragment involved meeting Bill Hicks. I asked if he knew he was dead. Non-lucid, hoping more of this will be remembered later.

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I worked in a tower teaching people about unity "treatments," or I was taking a class. There were only a handful of participants, some were gradually quitting over the weeks. I reflected that losing class members increases their "unity" because there are fewer people.

Note: I woke up at 2:40am and typed this, had no memory of it later.

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Vast plot involving a conspiracy that involves children as victims. I was in some leadership role, but was not a part of the conspiracy. The children wanted me to help them, which involved (in part) some long car trips. At one point a child lead me to the hastily-made grave of Milhouse (from the Simpsons), trying to garnish my support by showing how serious this is. I could smell the corpse rotting. At one point, many of us are trying to bring a mother-like figure out of a crippling depression by performing the Wizard of Oz for her. She had shut herself off in a pavilion partially built to look like "The Wall" in the Wizard of Oz (The Wall in the dream was actually from Pink Floyd, my brain was confused).

The setting was in a mountainous, serene area with high peaks. Some small floating "islands" surrounded larger peaks, each with only one or two trees and some grass on them.

I was about high school aged, and my martial arts class had just finished. I was waiting for my mom to pick me up with a group of other martial arts students. Drunkenness was somehow involved - at one point I was helping people find designated drivers.

I wakjed next door to the martial arts school and into a wood crafts shop. I talked with the shop owner, who told me what her store was doing for the community. I put a piece of tape from a wooden dispenser on my nose, waited, and pulled it away quickly to remove blackheads.

Note: No lucidity in days, though I'm doing frequent reality checks. A bit frustrating.

For some legal reason, my husband and I found out we'd need to have another wedding. We wanted to do it cheaply and quickly. We rented the same venue as the real one, but in a smaller, cheaper, outdoor garden. I wore a dress that was multi-colored with a flower print. I asked a woman with five small children to lead them all as flower girls. My sister was the maid of honor, with some other friends as bridesmaids. We didn't rehearse, and I lost track of time and thus forgot to tell people where to stand, but everyone made it on the day and I was glad that even though chaotic, it seemed to be working. I remember thinking, for some reason, that we should've had bridesmaids in suits and groomsmen in dresses for the lulz. I stood alone at the back of the garden while people processed in the ceremony and wondered if I should be both unseen and walking in with my father.

Flash of another dream: I'm a senior and it's the last day of some school whose program is 18 years long, so I'm ecstatic to be graduating.

I've been doing wedding-ring-band reality checks lately, but forgot to do any in this dream and didn't become lucid. I wonder if the wedding dream scenario made me less likely to check for a wedding band.

I was looking down at a platform that looked like a model runway. Two large, white, robotic shoes walked onto it. The camera of my view panned up, and the shoes belonged to a female Stormtrooper-esque robot. At this point I was semi-lucid and knew I had some control. I became the robot, knew I could do anything, and played a first-person-shooter, killing terrified humans around me.

Next dream fragment:

I "woke up" from being a Stormstrooper and was with my husband in bed in an ultra-modern Japanese-style futuristic house. I saw that his friend was there with us, who I had not met, and I was embarrassed because I was in my pyjamas. I said I needed to change, but didn't want to cross the room and interact with my husband's friend before I was dressed. My husband said she wouldn't mind if I just dressed there… I took off my clothes in front of her, and then walked across the room (not sure why).

Clutching my pyjamas and naked, I went to a small, enclosed room which had water on the ground up to one foot. I looked up and saw a bird trapped into the room, and then looked down and saw three goldfish. I called out to my husband, asking him if he knew there was a bird and fish in our house. Then I saw the pig, also in our house, but which I knew about. I opened the window so the bird could escape.

Later, I was walking outside our futuristic house, and it was covered in snow. I was detached from my body, watching a mother and child play in a snowy meadow. A gigantic boar with colored patches on it came up to them, but was friendly. I thought to myself that the woman and child are assuming that I am that bore, because I am a shapeshifter.

I walked back to the house. The going is snowy and tough through the woods, but the sidewalk by the house's door has been painstakingly shoveled.

Next dream fragment:

The people in the snowy Japanese house previously were my husband, my husband's friend, the mysterious woman and child, and myself. Now there is a young woman there. She isn't a pop singer, but she's an actress playing a pop singer in an upcoming movie. In the movie, some role is being filled by Beyonce playing herself, which upsets the first pop star's character. The two were apparently great friends once, even getting a tattoo of the others' hand on their own hand, but had a falling out since.

The only part of these were I was in control was originally, as a robot. Other than that I was watching or participating.

Note: This was after going back to sleep after waking up on Saturday morning.

Husband and I are on a roadtrip. We had been staying somewhere in the midwest, and I was driving us back to California. I originally wanted to do it in a day, but looking at the distance we had in front of us, I know we'll need a hotel for the night.

DT calls my cellphone and asks if we want to hang out. He's in Las Vegas, we're in a car, and he sees right away on an interactive map that it won't work.

Seeing a sign on the highway for $3.25 key duplicates, I pull over for gas and to get duplicates of a key. The staff at the bustling center take our details and key, but it takes a long time for them to finish my order. Husband and I sit with the crowd of travelers also waiting for their keys.

A man, who from his accent appears to be from India, tries to flirt with me rather aggressively. I politely turn him down and walk away, where I see his friend, also focused on me. Now I see there are three men in total, all trying to get closer to me and acting somewhat hostile. I run away and to an area where, I realize too late, the rest of the crowd can't see me. The men follow and start closing in. I decide to fake an epileptic fit and fall to the ground screaming to scare the men off and hopefully alert the crowd. It works - the crowd hears me and comes to help, and then men run away. Later, the crowd tells me how glad they are I wasn't raped.