mishalaneous

So I have had the flu this whole weekend. It's disturbed my sleep quite a bit and so my recall has been pretty lame as a result.

One fragment:

Everything is black. There are rainbow coloured outlines of a 3 dimensional house in my field of vision. This house folds down and reassembles into a differently shaped structure. It is in a constant state of change, flipping in an organized yet kaleidoscopic sort of way. I have no body. I am just watching this sequence unfold. For a while I am mesmerized. I have no feelings about it at all. Then for a second I think to myself "Wow this is beautiful" (shocked that it has taken me so long to notice) but before I could hang on that emotion I suddenly feel extremely disturbed by this complete shift in my perspective of reality as I do not know where "I" fit in this equation..What is "I"?

Then I physically roll out of that dream, and right over into the next.

This dream is not particularly visual. It feels like sinking, sinking, sinking... floating floating floating...

Sinking forever...into my mattress. Never settling upon any stillness. Not being grounded, not having any point of physical reference. It makes me feel dizzy after a while. The materials of my bed have liquified around me. I transitioning through a portal. Still I cannot see but I can hear something: A repetitive, yet non consistent WHOOSHING sound. This sound indicates the speed at which I'm propelling through 'space'. It also alludes to the idea that I am coming in close contact with other physical things (or beings?) also in a state of projection. My body feels soooo heavy. The weight never lifts, it only presses on me harder as I sink deeper and deeper. I am powerless. I am at the mercy of something big.. Something my mortal mind will never comprehend.




It's funny, just the other day I was wondering why my dreams are so visually oriented. It would be nice if I could incorporate more (if not all) of my senses.

So I find myself in a realm I do not visually recognize. I travel down a long dark hallway with brown walls and red Persian carpets on the floor. After walking a rather long stretch of hallway, I enter through a heavy rustic looking door. I feel this place exists as a result of discovering dream views.

I have no memory of being here, yet the place feels very familiar. Th walls are lumpy in texture as though they were covered in thick acrylic paint. The paint is rich in colour: Deep teal, flecks of gold, brown. There are no windows. All of the corners and edges of the room are rounded. The walls slope inwards as they reach the floors. I wonder if the paint is still wet as it looks to be sliding slowly. This subtle movement makes the room feel alive. In this room I meet several DCs. They reveal that they are from DV and want to give me info on how to lucid dream. So we spoke a lot about the different techniques, and I ended up feeling a lot more confident in my ability to break the lucidity barrier...

At this point i woke up, Recall could have been a lot better if I actually wrote them down rather than mental noting the tags... Lost those tags somewhere in the next dream. I find this dream pretty hilarious, as I was IN a dream talking about how to get lucid, yet never cluing in that I am in a dream. I could have totally done a rc but haven't developed a consistent way in waking life. I think from now on whenever I think or talk about ld I will do an rc.

Also, I plan to be more present in my physical body. I realize I day dream a lot, think about all the people in my world and how they contribute to my story. And I think is why I spend such a large portion in 3rd person in dreams. I feel I have a better chance at being lucid if I am in first.