I am in a room with a large group of people and they're all sporting their new tattoos. All that have been shown have just been black ink then someone that may have been Will Smith showed off a tattoo that was on hid back and it was in full color and outshone all the others. After that he went downstairs with his mother and down there was a cafe type deal. A policeman was leaning against the wall. Will sat down as his mom started to make him a drink the policeman sat down a few moments after.
Whenever I start to focus on dreamwork which seems to be about a two year cycle, I find myself trying so hard that the first few days are dreamless. This is frustrating but you'd think I'd learn from the past and have comfort in knowing this dry spell will pass. Happy dreaming and bountiful patience to you all!
10-4-08 Lucid Dream: This was a WBTB. I can't remember how this dream started. It was long and complex. I had given birth to a baby. Within a week's time the baby had grown to the size of a 3-4 year old (In retrospect I see that I probably got this from a book I recently read). The baby was a girl and I called her Vickie. She had long brown curls and I loved her more than anything. I remember worrying about how I was going to explain to people that this little girl was the same baby they had seen me pregnant with a week ago. Vickie and I would have long conversations. She was really intelligent. Anyway, at some point this did trigger lucidity. I became lucid indoors and wanted to get outdoors. I took off flying. I was going super slow. I decided to pretend that there were rockets coming out the ends of my feet. I could feel the hum of the rockets and felt the pressure on the bottoms of my feet, but I didn't seem to be going much faster. I did finally get outside. I decided I needed to get started on some of the tasks. I have been trying to keep track of about 5 tasks that I need to do. The first one that came to me was to talk with an animal. I looked over and saw a lady sitting at the edge of a pool with two dogs. One was a poodle that was standing on its hind legs. This one seemed like a good one to interact with. I leaned over and said "hi" and asked what her name was. She told me that it was "Pork Dresser" I thought that was a really strange name. But I looked at the shirt she was wearing and saw that it had a picture of Miss Piggy on it and I thought that it kind of made sense. She continued to talk to me and she said something about being really old. I asked her how old she was and she told me "Sixteen". There was another dog nearby. I also got it to talk. I don't remember much of that conversation other than this dog was much younger. I got distracted because I then saw Vickie coming down some stairs. She had turned and was coming down backwards like little kids do. I told the lady with the dogs a little about my situation with Vickie (must have been a less lucid moment). I then helped Vickie down the stairs and then went to complete another task. I then remembered the "Converse with a Jack-O-Lantern" one. I was back indoors. I saw some shelves that had three plastic jack-o-lanterns on it. They were the kind that kids take trick-or-treating that are filled with candy. I decided that they would do. I looked at the nearest one and said, "Hi". Suddenly its face starts to move and I can see its black mouth move as it says, "Hi, how are you?" in kind of a deep New York accent. I answered "fine." I then looked at the second two jack-o-lanters and said "hello" to them. They, too, come alive and start talking. They had similar deep men's voices with New York accents. Before I have time to start a conversation, they all start talking. They start poking fun at each other and taking bets on who will be the first to get sick of trick-or-treating this year. This was all done in the style of a comedy act. And occasionally they would look out at me to make sure that I was entertained. I wish I remembered the exact wording, but it was funny. And I remember thinking that I hadn't expected this kind of thing at all. I was actually quite pleased that my jack-o-lanterns had performed so well for me. At this point I decided to try another task. I decided I wanted to ty to change my age. I was in a room with toys , so I decided I wanted to be a kid. I concentrated on becoming smaller. I did notice that I was becoming lower the the ground. The next thing that I know is that I see a floating green ball. I forget my task as I am distracted and fascinated by the ball. I try to let it land in my hand. Then I try to make it float again. I play this game for quite a while before I finally lose lucidity. (In retrospect, I think that's exactly what would happen if I became a child again...becoming distracted and playing,) I think I go back to the Vickie part of the dream again.
9-2?-08 Okay. I think I'll finally try to write up that short LD I had last week. Lucid dream: I became lucid while I was with Marie. I started flying with her. We flew over a fence. I then realized that I wanted to try to turn myself into an animal. I had thought about this ahead of time. I decided that I would try to turn into a cheetah. The reason for this was because when I play World of Warcraft, my character is a druid that can change into a cheetah. And I am used to making that change and seeing what I look like when I run around like that. So I got down on all fours and tried to run, imagining myself a cheetah. But I felt so slow and clumsy. I tired for a fairly short time and gave up and flew again. I had trouble flying in this dream too. I couldn't get any higher than the trees. Since I couldn't fly high, I decided to try to make the change again. This time I imagined having owl wings. I looked out at my hands and kept willing them to change. But before anything could happen my alarm woke me up. So you can see why I wasn't in any hurry to write this frustrating dream up.
I find myself on an errand downtown, possibly working for my last employer, visiting the State General Services building. In my dream the SGS is attached to the old Palm School Building which in real life is also state offices now. For some reason I have changed the word Palm to Psalm in the dream. The building is very long and my destination is in the back somewhere. I never see myself fulfilling my errand but I know I was done and headed towards the back exit at the rear of the building. I pass several open areas to come to a large room with low white carpet and shelves along two of the walls. Across from me is a counter similar to the check-in counters you see in airports close to the entry gates. The woman stationed at the counter even resembles Zoe Saldana looking much like she did in the movie The Terminal. To my left and slightly behind the counter is an exit door that I wanted to utilize but it is blocked by a bookcase, a clear indicator for 'no access.' I look at the woman and say, "I guess I can't go out that way, can I?" She replies, "No." as though she expected the question. "I have to go back to the middle of the building, don't I?" "Yeah." Again, the same disinterest in her reply, as though she had said it many times. A mental map of the building appears in my head and I can see where the exit is, about one-third the length of the building back the way I came from. I start heading in that direction when things begin to get weird. Walking out of the room at the end of the building I realize I'm no longer weaing my shoes, that somehow I had left them behind me when I first went into that area. Now that I've returned to where I left them I find a large cut in them as though a chain-saw had been brought down over them right in the middle. Leaning down to pick them up I think, "I would never leave my shoes behind in an office-building, nor would I walk around without shoes, so I must be dreaming." I smiled and felt good at the thought, but even better when I realized I could fix my shoes. "It's a dream, I can fix this." I closed my eyes and waved my hand over the shoes. When I opened my eyes the shoes were fixed and actually appeared brand new. What once were slightly dingy shoes are now bright white with red stripes along the sides. (I've never owned shoes with bright red stripes) "Ha!" I think and almost say out loud. I'm very pleased with my actions and know it's time for action. I begin putting my shoes on in preparation for walking to the door but I'm having a little difficulty slipping them on and I'm eager to do other things. It occurs to me that putting my shoes on and taking that time may cause me to lose my lucidity. I briefly close my eyes to stabilize myself and reopen them, thinking, "I don't need shoes. It's a dream." The first thought to next pop into my mind is to try flying. I head towards the area where the exit is and instead of using a door I walk right up to a plate glass window with the intention of going through it. Sadly I am stopped by the glass, my fingers making the familiar sound against the glass when large windows are contacted. The glass is cold...and solid. I step back a bit, thinking,"Hmmmm.....I know I can do this...it's my dream." I launch myself forward and go right on through the window with no effort. I don't think I broke any glass but it must not have been an important detail. I find myself flying over a downtown street so I climb up a bit higher to get above the buildings. I can see rooftops with people, chairs and air conditioning units on them. In the streets below cars move and I find myself marveling at the incredible detail my mind can create. Even the plants have movement, something I wasn't expecting. Since I'm flying I want to take it as far as I can...but where to go? The first place that pops into my head is the San Francisco Bay Area where my dad lives, a familiar locale. Sticking my hands out in front of me I zoom off like a superhero, the ground whizzing by below me like a video on super fast-forward. Only a few seconds pass before I arrive overlooking the vast area from San Jose to Richmond that makes up the Bay Area. As I was flying I could feel the wind against my fingertips as though I high-pressure air-hose was being applied to my skin. This was a unique sensation and unexpected, but cool, another thing I was pleased with my mind for. Arriving in the Bay Area I find myself in a rather featureless room with a ceiling above me and painted moldings along the top edges of the walls. I decide as long as I'm dreaming I may as well phase through the ceiling. I push my hand up and into the wood, passing through as easily as my hand into water. "Nice," I think, I want to try this more. I am now in the room above the previous one and I try to phase again but it doesn't work very well. I can get my hand partway through but I encounter resistance. I'm just beginning to ponder this when I wake up. It was a really nice and long lucid, and the level of control was really amazing. :)
9-16-08 Lucid Dream: I can't remember at what point I got lucid. I remember something about Ninja and how he made these cookies. They were yellow rectangular snicker doodles. And I wanted one. I had one in my hand, but before I could put it into my mouth I started to wake up. I must have been somewhat lucid at this point because as I lay there trying not to wake up, my mind thought it remembered something that pj had written about concerning False Awakenings. I thought it had something to do with rolling out of bed and falling, but because you weren't really awake you wouldn't hit the floor, but then be able to fly and continue the dream. In retrospect, I know realize that this is something my mind made up, but in the dream I really thought pj had come up with this idea. [Please correct me if this is really something I read here on this board.] So I rolled out of bed, and sure enough, I started falling and not hitting the floor so I then started to fly. It had worked out perfectly. I suppose it is a pretty cool technique that I hope will work again for me. I started flying over these tall trees in a neighborhood. I was having trouble with control. I could fly straight, but couldn't change direction quickly. Finally I came to these really huge white barked trees that were supposedly on my street. I decided that I wanted to impress my neighbors so I flew to the place where the branches came out from the trunks which were at least twenty feel above the ground. I swung around on the branches for a while before dropping down to the ground. There is a place here that gets fuzzy. I think the next thing that happened is that I had climbed a telephone/power pole. On the pole was a little door. I opened it up and there were cookies. I stuffed thatm in my mouth. My friends, the Johnsons had supposedly made them. I think I saw MJ standing on the ground below. Then I was in what was supposed to be my house. I went to the fridge and opened the door. I wanted to eat more cookies. I didn't see any, but I knew that I was capable to creating them. I shut the door and opened it again. There was now a stack on cookies. They were about 4 inches across and flat like pancakes. I picked up the stack and shoved the cookies all in my mouth in one huge bite. I chewed while I created another stack of cookies. I shoved them all in my mouth too. I did this seveal times. The cookies were soft and had chocolate chips. I binged and binged and couldn't seem to get enough. Finally I stopped myself and thought about the tasks. Because this was an accidental DILD and not preplanned, I had not read over the tasks or thought about them . I tried to remember what they were. Finally my mind thought it knew what one was. I looked at my couch and saw a place where ketchup had spilled and had dried. I knew the task had to do with removing spots off furniture. I stared at the spot and concentrated. The spot of ketchup started to move. I could see it start to lift up off the couch. The place underneith was completely clean. I was proud of myself for being able to do that so nicely. I then tried to think of another task. I couldn't remember what it was. I felt frustrated that I hadn't checked on what the tasks were. I laid down on the couch. Then suddenly I remembered the picture on the badge of the DV advanced task with the two people facing away from each other. I knew it had something to do with splitting my consciousness. I had no idea how to do it. I wasn't even going to attempt that one since it seemed weird to me. But since it was the only thing I remembered to do at this moment I decided to give it a try. I decided that part of me would stay right here on this couch, while part of me went somewhere else. I concentrated on this thought for a while, and nothing seemed to be happening. Then I noticed that I was aware of two things. I could feel my body still on the couch staring ahead. But another part of me was standing in the large room watching people on a stage. I watched them for a while until I finally woke up and decided to write the LD down.
The first thing I remember is becoming aware that I'm dreaming. I am in a white room with a TV in front of me and a couch to my right. I perform a few reality checks. Although I'm aware that I'm dreaming, I don't feel like I have tons of control of my surroundings. After some effort, I manage to fly up out of the house. I look beneath me to see a forest. With much effort, I "clear" the forest to see a white landscape. I replace it (not really willingly) with a bright green field which I am now standing on. I notice it is very sunny, and the sky is very blue. I feel like a cartoon artist colored this scene. While I am still aware that I'm dreaming, I feel like I am losing control of the scene. I have an urge to turn into a robin, so I try to. I push myself up off the ground to try to fly. I manage to keep myself a few feet off the ground. At this point, I'm still trying to transform into a robin. I feel my legs come together, as if to form a tail, but instead they just feel stuck. I'm still in the air. I don't feel any fear, just confusion. I know I'm aware, but I don't have as much control as I did at first. Then it ends. I'm very excited that I had my first lucid dream, and I'm ready for more!!
I’m at what I think is Disney World. I am here with my Dad. I climb up to the top of a wooden tower. I find some floating dust, which turns out to be flying dust! From there, I fly back to my Dad, who is some kind of indoor area. It feels like a concession stand. No one seems phased by the fact that I’m floating in the air. We head over together to a zoo area that was closed off. It’s like a safari compacted into one room. The entire room is a fluorescent purple. There are lifelike animals there that included lions, zebras, giraffes, etc. I reason that they can’t be real, because there’s no way all of these animals could live together in one room. We hear a worker coming towards us, so we get out of there before we get caught.
I am on an activity bus going from the Junior High to the High School. I have the window seat with my friend Brian. We are 4 seats back on the right side of the bus. I see my crush sitting one seat in front of us on the right side of the bus. We arrive at the High School, so I get off the bus with a few others. I realize that I left my backpack on the bus, so I turn around to grab it. The bus opened up so I could grab my pack from under my seat. I notice that the woman driving the bus is my bus driver from 6th and 7th grade, JoAnne. Now I’m running through the rain to get inside. Once inside, I walk down a hallway on my left to a circular area. The play director is there with a few students. She tells me to put on the black cotton shorts that she gave me to wear for the production. I tell her that she never gave me any shorts. I start to walk back down the hallway.
I am a bear. I know I was hunted and captured by some rich man. I am not bound, and I have a bow and arrows. I am passed out for a while. When I wake up, I shoot at a large bucket which I somehow know is filled with lemonade. I shoot 4 arrows into it, and it drains out. I know the rich man is hiding something from the people looking up to him. I decide that it is my mission to show the people what the man is hiding from them. There is an area in front of me that is open, so I go there first. I’m not sure if I’m still a bear or if I’m a human now. There is a small stretch of corridor, followed by a bathroom on the left. It has a bathtub filled up with hot water and bubbles.
I am with my friend Maura. We are on an airplane landing strip area, but it is very compressed. There is a small black plane. A whole bunch of people wearing matching purple shirts are getting onto it. Maura thinks we are supposed to be on that plane, but I don’t. We get onto it anyway. The plane is rolling forward between buildings and out onto an open road. Now we both feel like we’re on the wrong plane.
I am with my friend Emily. We are going to go skiing. There are four courses of different difficulties, and I am going to go on the semi-easy one. There is an initial jump. Emily and I both go off at the same time. She took a nasty fall, and is sprawled out face-up in the snow. I notice her eyes are a bright, icy blue. She can’t move at first, but she eventually gets up and goes back to our van. I go back to the initial jump, and jump off again. I start to go cross country. There are parts on the ground with no snow, and some with just ice. Those parts are really slippery, and it’s impossible not to slide. There are lots of guys on snowmobiles on the icy part.
I am at a camp (that doesn’t exist). I am on something like a high ropes course, but it’s also like a swinging wooden bridge/treetop walk. This is in a forest, and I can see teenagers all over the course. I am walking on the planks, and I see this very attractive guy. He smiles at me, and I smile back. Now I take a left and go up to a more shaded area that has a big purple machine with a woman standing at it pressing buttons. Somehow I know she is the potion maker. I go over to that platform and jump off the left side. I remember hearing people say the fall is 7 minutes and 20 days. It’s the next day, and I head back up the course. Now I’m with Courtlyn, and no one else is on the course. We walk up to the area with the purple machine, but it’s blocked off with a silver rope. There is also a 3-foot gap between where we are and that platform. I tell her that I think we should go forward anyway, so we do. We extend a bridge forward by pressing a button on the left of the platform. I go up to the screen on the purple machine. I am about to say, “Let’s make a love potion.”, but I get cut off by a woman who looks like a nurse. She looks very mad. She drags me to the edge where I had jumped off before, and throws me off. I land in a room that feels like a bedroom. I know I have done something wrong, but the woman in the room doesn’t seem mad; more like empathetic. Courtlyn and I are being “punished” for what we have done. We have to lie down in the bed with stuffed animals. It feels like nap time. Justin and Brody walk in and look at me as if to say, “What’s wrong?”. They leave. An old man comes in and takes us outside. He starts to lecture us and tell us all of the things we are not allowed to do anymore.
I feel like I’m in a game of Grand Theft Auto. I am the character in the game. I can see myself from a top view. I steal a car from a stranger. I now have 3 stars in the upper right hand corner of my sight, much like I would get on the screen if I was playing in real life. The police are coming after me! I watch myself get arrested. I pop out in front of a random building, then the dream is over.