lucid

I've been both sick as a dog, and out of town. Dreams have been so crazy. At one point, I was nightmaring lucidly about the Saw movies, which I don't even watch (Saw 1-3, then gave up.), then woke into a higher layer non-lucid to find myself having sex with Jigsaw. Ew? Think this had something to do with seeing my rather useless brother-in-law. I think he fits the vic profile nicely.

Yes, you can nightmare in a lucid. It's like watching a scary movie of yourself: you're a spectator, not a participant. Yeesh.

There were a few others, but nothing as vivid as last night. That one broke into my reality for a short time. I was totally lucid in a dream of my hometown (Dream-world geography again!), and I figured that I'd have some fun in an antique/thrift shop by playing dress-up. I'm never as mature in dreams as I am in reality, but I'm much more fun. Unfortunately, there were no dressing rooms, and the outfits I had started to shrink as soon as I started walking around looking for one, so I figured that since I'm dreaming, it was alright for me to start changing there in the store in front of everyone. I got a couple of items on, then the proprietress appeared and told me that it was inappropriate to be changing clothes in the store and that Id have to leave.

I tried to reason with her that this was all a dream, so it didn't matter because she and everyone else were imaginary, but several of the other shoppers physically threw me out. Then a Gothic chick with short, fire-engine red hair and a low growly voice (I swear she was one of my old Harry Potter fanfic characters!) showed up and told me that the proprietress was very powerful and her friends were coming to beat me up for embarrassing her like that.

We ran all over my hometown trying to get away. I could have flown, and I knew it, but I didn't want to leave the girl who helped me. I was wondering how unreal they were since I couldn't control them, and was concerned for her well-being. Suddenly I was aware (watching, as if in a film again) that the proprietress was a sorceress, and to avenge herself on me she made my friend aware that she was a dream, and not "real."

She cursed us both that we would know reality. This didn't bother me, the real person, but suddenly the redhead started screaming and chanting that she wanted to know, see, hear, and live reality. She attacked me, trying to claw her way through me into the real world. When she hit me I found myself awake in my mother-in-law's spare room, yet in sleep paralysis. The dream redhead appeared as a lump in the blankets, completely non-humanoid yet I recognized her, and attacked again by biting onto my left breast and clinging on. I couldn't move to fight, being paralyzed, but I managed to get out the thought "HELP ME" aimed at my husband. He was sleeping next to me. Then the blanket-chomper vanished, only a blanket over my breast, and we were both awake. He is completely unaware of what happened, so I dunno if he helped or if I jerked and startled him awake.

But that freaked me out.

Has simply trying to do something about my subconscious visitors done the trick? Also, Inception mind-screwed me quite nicely. Loving it.

The first thing I remember was the second level of the dream. I was dreamscaping, doing a favor for the landlord of an apartment building that was a strange hybrid of the house where I grew up and the apartment building where I live now. I never manage to dream about any building where I actually live, if I do I know it's an OBE. Hasn't happened for some time, though.

I can't remember what the second level was, but it dealt with my old dollhouse (Haha, Christopher Nolan!) and I was wrapping metallic gold thread around something, like a small spool or something but it felt like a craft of some kind. I think the small something was soft.

I was lucid on a certain level, that the second level was a dream. A phone call woke me to the first level, which was not lucid. I vaguely remember returning to the second level, because I remember playing out some of the cliches of Inception (How did I get here???). But the phone turned out to be my Dad calling to say "Hello." We chatted about what was going on, I told him about the favor, and I mentioned that I smelled an odd kind of smoke. Dad became Overprotective Dad, getting all skittish that something was wrong. I told him that it was probably just the heater (apparently, this smell was normal?) and that any tenant could fix it so the handyman neighbor would probably be down soon to deal with it.

I got off the phone and wandered downstairs to find the landlord (who was somehow Willem Dafoe...) talking with the handyman neighbor who doesn't exist IRL. I mentioned quietly that the favor was done, and the neighbor said that something was very wrong with the heater. Dafoe made a crack that he wasn't getting much of his investment back on THIS building and left without doing anything. I made a comment about him being a slumlord, and woke up.

This time I was so confused at the first level being a dream that IRL I started checking for oddities. Pinch hurts, and I'm in my own apartment, though I always think that I'm in my own home so I COULD be wrong. And Hubby's here, more evidence that I'm awake. I even broke my first rule of surreality by looking into a mirror and a dark window. Freddy Kreuger's not there. I still haven't looked too closely at the TV, though. No nerve.