Pog's Dream Journal

Last night, following a WBTB return to sleep, I was dreaming (non-lucid) when the dream started to fade. I've never had a normal dream fade like this before - my normal dreams just seem to run into each other or end abruptly. But this one started to slowly fade out like a couple of my lucids had.

This turned out to be a good thing, because it triggered an in-dream recall: I realised I was in a dream and that it was fading! So I exerted some effort, no system just willpower saying 'Don't fade; keep dreaming' and the dreamscape came back - this time I was lucid, however

Woke and was a bit dissapionted that I hadn't had LD. Thought it must be late, quite bright outside. Looked at clock in bedroom: 1:04am - 'What!'

"That can't be right," I thought to myself. Looked again. 4:40am. What the ... shrugged my shoulders and carried on. Then woke up for real.

Took me a minute or two to figure out that I was in RL and had just had a false awakening ... and then another minute for me to chide myself over my total failure to turn an obvious dream-sign, and one I regularly RC, into a LD. D'oh!

Note to self: When doing RC with clocks use electronic ones like the one in the bedroom as well as the analogue ones at work and on my wrist!!! False awakenings = bedroom, not work! Silly me.

No LDs or similar for about two or more weeks (just 1 false/unsustained lucid), which is disappointing. But during WILD attempts I've had a lot of positive psychological insight, childhood memories and emotional healing. So I wonder if I'm going through some adjustment process before a renewed mental development.

Note to self: keep going; enjoy and value what your subconscious is trying to process for now; be ready for another leap in the near future!

I've noticed that I often have animals in my dreams: usually threatening ones. The most common are bears and sharks!

I wonder what my subconscious is trying to tell me?

Note to self: If you see a shark or bear outside of a zoo or TV, do a RC. You're dreaming sucka!

My dream was a strange and silly miss-mash of stuff from life and my past, the usual stuff, until I exited a mansion and looked over the mountainous landscape of 'China'. Instantly the realisation hit me, "I'm dreaming."

As soon as I said it I felt a rush of energy and happiness, the vividness of my dreamscape seemed to increase, and I flew into the air instantaneously with the desire to fly. I flew into some trees exulting in my new power and liberty, feeling great. I turned and headed back to the mansion and began looking in through the windows.

I wanted to explore and push the boundaries, see what I could do in the dream. I opened a window and climbed into what appeared to be a little storeroom. I noticed a bottle of drink, some non-specific alcoholic beverage by the look on the bottle, inside a mini-fridge. Possibly a sherry or wine. I became quite thirsty, and thought to myself, "I wonder if it is possible to drink in a dream?"

I opened the fridge, took the bottle, and began to take off the plastic wrapper on the outside of the screw top. It was strangely sticky and wouldn't come off my fingers. "Odd," I thought. It took a great deal of concentration and effort to get the plastic to fall off my fingers.

I unscrewed the top, but then I woke suddenly. It is still a very vivid memory to me, although I'm disappointed by the brevity.