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    What can I say? Some dreams just call out to be shared. I've always found it interesting to read about other people's dream lives, and now I'm giving them the same chance.

    1. Who uses the door anyway?

      by , 12-17-2022 at 04:40 AM (The Fourth Factor)
      I am somewhere like a dorm room, which I seem to share with around three other people. The beds are really low, maybe just mattresses on the floor, and weíre sitting on them, listening to a woman in some kind of position of authority whoís speaking to us. She takes a feather comforter from somewhere and hands it to me to replace my current one. My bedding is all extremely tangled and twisted - Iíve slept badly. I tell her that it wouldnít be that difficult to untangle it, but she still wants to give me the new one, so I take it and set the old one at the front of the bed. She then leaves.

      My old friend Ona, who seems to be one of my roommates, is trying to tell me something now, but sheís wearing something over her mouth sort of like an underwater breathing apparatus, so I have trouble understanding her at first. Eventually, with the help of one of the others, I understand that sheís saying something about a concert she saw me play in yesterday Ė also something about how she had previously been familiar with only one of the composers whose pieces were played there.

      This next part may or may not be part of the same dream Ė there were definitely parts after that one that I forgot, anyway. But Iím in a restaurant now. Itís a large, bright space, lit mainly by daylight streaming through full-length glass windows, but a little crowded Ė all the tables seem to be filled, and there isnít much space to move between them. Saimi passes by the table where Iím sitting and makes some kind of signal to me with her hand. This somehow clues me into the fact that Iím dreaming.

      I get up and follow her out to the balcony to talk. As I pass through the glass window, I can feel some sensations from it, especially the dividing metal bars, which is unusual and a little surprising Ė possibly it has something to do with the overall level of realism seeming especially high this time. Saimi watches, pauses for a second, and then opens a glass door and walks out. I jokingly say that I havenít used a door in a dream for years now.

      We jump down from the balcony and walk around while we decide what to do. Itís now clear that the restaurant is located on a college campus Ė one thatís dream-familiar to me from at least one dream I know Iíve recorded. Saimi says that before meeting up with me, she was waiting for my Aunt O so that they could see something together. She seems to want me to guess, so I do. A play? No. A movie? Also no. Apparently, itís something like episodes from a TV series being screened somewhere on campus. She still wants to do this now, while lucid. I donít think this sounds like a very good idea Ė looking at a screen for any considerable length of time seems like a pretty good way of losing lucidity to me. It could be interesting to see if my aunt shows up, though, and to talk with her, so I agree to wait with her. Since they agreed to meet in the restaurant, we head back there, flying back up to the balcony and going back where we started.

      I figure I should probably do something to keep engaged with the dream. This doesnít strike me as a very interesting situation to work with initially. I wonder, though: what if I try to read these peopleís minds? I look around the room, getting a read of the atmosphere Ė just in a way one might in waking life. How should I do this? I focus on one woman sitting at a table near me, trying to access her mindstate. What happens is that the dream imagery itself seems to transform so that now Iím seeing her in something like a large version of a babyís high chair, chewing a mouthful of food with evident displeasure. So the form of the dream changed to reflect my intention, rather than my experiencing her thoughts as some kind of verbal overlay Ė fascinating.

      I wake up soon after, but quickly fall asleep again and find myself in the same setting, this time with my cat Ronnie. Iím trying to tie something around one of his paws, but soon I remember that Iím dreaming. I wake up again before I can do much of anything.

      -16.12.22
    2. In and Out and In

      by , 12-04-2022 at 01:41 AM (The Fourth Factor)
      The earliest parts of the dream I can still remember involve going around a house at night so that I can listen to different pieces of music being played on various radios and other equipment. All the rooms are dark, and I think Iím trying to avoid being seen by somebody. Thereís a deliberate quality to what Iím doing, like itís some task Iíve got to complete. Then, walking through a large room, possibly some kind of storage space, I remember that Iím dreaming, and so I can just do what I want.

      I walk further. Up ahead are two large windows set at an angle. I can see scenes playing out on the other side Ė it alternates between a birdís-eye view of a large herd of dinosaurs of various kinds that looks a little unrealistic and something else I can no longer remember. (This was circa 4-5 am, not long after Iíd finally managed to fall asleep, which would explain the relatively fluid, early-dream quality to some of the imagery.) I decide I want to get a closer look at the dinosaurs, so I jump through the glass when theyíre visible.

      I start somewhere above them and to one side, but flying seems unusually difficult. I just feel too exhausted for it and float down towards the ground. But once I land, thereís suddenly someone there Ė I think at first that heís my father, but itís immediately obvious that he isnít Ė the thought was probably a lingering remnant of the nonlucid dream that preceded this one. I ask him who he is. He seems a little sad at the question and, in fact, never actually answers it Ė he only says something that implies my not knowing already indicates some unfortunate state of affairs.

      We fly together Ė it is much easier now, with him. He wants to head back into the building I originally came out of, which is quite tall, almost like an office building. I Ďrecognizeí various rooms I see through the glass. Among our surroundings out here, though, I can now see a place that strikes me as familiar among the array of them surrounding us in a rather physics-defying way. Itís hard to describe my impression of it Ė itís like Iím looking into a realm that is the night sky, filled with colorful ballooning shapes, a little like kites, which I know to be sentient beings. I have good memories of that place. It isnít just familiar: it feels as if, in some way, I belong there. Iím reluctant to go back inside when it is once again right here in front of me. But I follow my companion back through the glass, somewhat higher up than the level I exited from. We walk through a close, dark space which I know to be a puppet theater and into the room beyond, at which point I awaken.

      3.12.22
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