LukeSid

A fairly disappointing night but I had three hours good "walkabout" yesterday so I know that makes me sleep deeper at the moment.

3.05 AM
An obscure kind of "thinking" dream where I seemed to be composing phrases (all of which are gone) Only the words "turbine hall" remain.

5.20 AM
At the house of someone who was vaguely "family" (DS) (like dreams often seem to make them) I wonder if that's a sign of my lack of visualisation. (Ed doesn't have clear pictures of my relatives on his mantel-shelf) This family had no tools and I was trying to do a job on top of a very high lorry (apparently only using very weedy tools like little multi-headed screwdrivers)

A large vehicle approached alongside, then recklessly reversed, endangering one of "our young children"??? I flew into a rage (DS - emotion) and I harangued the driver. He seemed very sheepish and I heard him say that this finished his day off nicely (he didn't think)

80.00 AM
Investigating the murder(DS=violence) of a woman in a caravan (except I sensed she wasn't dead...just sleeping (DS)) A DC (a kind of "Carry On" female (DS) detective) warned about possible bad smells and advised that I put a handkerchief to my nose and mouth.

Much more like a dream sequence were the two guys I met on the banks of the Thames yesterday. I was searching for pottery shards etc (the lower reaches of the Thames were London's waste-dumping grounds for many decades) These guys were actively looking for certain valuable pieces One waffled on a bit (like DCs do) and he must have heard me remark to the other other guy that I was trying to "up" my awareness and I mentioned dreams (I sometimes put out feelers, to see if people know about lucidity)

The other guy laughed and said that his "waffling" comrade wouldn't want to know about this because they had both recently had troublesome dreams. The "waffler" hung back and I talked to the interesting guy as we trawled the beach. He'd apparently been spontaneously lucid (although he didn't seem to know anything about LD) He reckoned that his family interpreted his dreams about an old women as the ghost of someone who had died in their house.

Lucky bastard. There am I, trying for fitness and awareness and he's LDing with one hand tied behind his back. I looked back along the deserted beach, towards the lone figure way in the distance and there definitely seemed something dreamlike about the whole thing. I didn't RC ( my aching legs and back told me that this was reality)

Well, at least I'm getting fitter...one out of two isn't that bad.