StephL

Late to bed after watching two episodes of a series, drinking a bit of alcohol and then, I didn't do something on going to bed. Upon waking up naturally, I wasn't willing to properly WBTB. Had done some simple RCs yesterday, at least.
Today later I plan one more hypnosis session and I did two, and hope for more extended RCs with pretending to be lucid and what to do then. I will also put an alarm for WBTB, not to "decide" about it on the spot (the wrong way...).
My I-Phone is loaded for dictation in the night and morning, too.


Dream #1: That's the one, from which I woke up - the one, which was clearly there, when waking up in the middle of the night is gone by now. After talking about it yesterday in my DJ and making said thread - tadaa - I was "shopping dress ideas" again (irl I didn't buy new clothes or anything like it for a long while). And shoes - seriously out of my reach - there are people, who have a shoemaker doing stuff to their specifications. Hm - hehe - how to get famous and rich?
Well - anyway - it had the so often present small difficulties along the way, including a toilet, and there was more to it, but what I have seems "dream-worthy".


Fragment #1: I drive a car, going backwards around a corner upwards to park it into not much space. Worked.

Fragment #2: With my grandmother in our old garden, planting hyacinths.

Fragment #3: In a restaurant, and a woman, I know from former work, and didn't like her, was the waitress and it was awkward.

Not a good night - went to bed late, didn't do a WBTB, no lucids. And I lost recall for a dream I really liked and which I remembered very well, when waking up in the middle of the night, but I was so stupid to expect, I would still remember it in the morning - nope.
I'll tinker with this post over the day - maybe some more recall will come back to me.

Dream #1: I was visiting a friend of mine in another city, and met her and a colleague of hers after they finished work, we then went to a flat, where yet another woman lived, and she had visitors. One of them was such a cute and sweet guy - he went around inviting people to a party he was about to throw that night. Came to me, too, and invited me, without knowing me. Instant crush! *sigh*. The friend of my friend was not so pleased about that - I think, she had an eye on him as well - everybody left to maybe meet again later there. I stayed with this woman living there, and she told me about how she would be so shy and how also the people with whom she talked would behave awkwardly because of it. She had a problem with her leg, it was swollen a lot, and the guy was supposedly her doctor and she called him to come back. But it wasn't him coming but somebody else, and she had put herself in the bathtub and looked gorgeous - grey mouse to photo-model transformation - but for some reason she was in the water with all her clothes - a red cocktail dress actually.
Yeah - maybe I went to that party - but that's all I remember - was a longish thing, though, with several scenes.

Dream #2: This was a half real, half internet discussion about atheism - partly I could talk with people in youtube videos - Christopher Hitchens among them, partly I was typing, and after waking up I could have reproduced more of the content, still. Besides the talking to youtube people a quite realistic one. What I remember is the (good) argument, that Jesus was a real person, because of the inconsistencies in the story, that it isn't streamlined enough to be a total fabrication - like where he was born (Nazareth/Bethlehem) and "only" having women as witnesses for the empty tomb etc. And that Hitchens brought his classical "celestial North Korea" line.
I spend too much time with this topic - but not even yesterday...

Fragment #1: I met one of my former professors and he offered me a job.

Fragment #2: A quarrel with my mother about a dog

My recall is rather patchy, but I did have a small lucid dream!
Somehow I had prepared myself only for becoming lucid and merrily ignored making any actual plans for if it works, though..
After the lucid, which was early, I did a WBTB, but had no further one from that.
I am astonished again about so much weirdness and bizarre happenings in my NLDs - I'm usually rather a boring dreamer - having to deal with all sorts of troubles, but rather mundane ones - not so at the moment, except the last one...

#1 LD: I felt bouncy, been running in a forest, and then there came along a lake and seeing it, I knew, that I was dreaming - so I float over the lake. Concerning quality - my all time troubles - optics were very good, but I didn't check for small details - just took in the beautiful landscape, which didn't disappear or change from getting lucid, like it often does. Because of the hovering, I didn't try haptics - maybe that's a reason for lack of realism in my dreams - that I almost always start hovering or flying right from the start. Could have touched myself of course, didn't think of it - but I have been running into complications with that in the past and wanted to steer clear of this anyway...

I wasn't very lucid, very low and patchy real-life memory access - I hovered there, and the comp came to my mind, but the only thing I knew, was that I am supposed to do something with my hand (first three-stepper - hand through solid object).
No RC - I usually don't RC, and it didn't come to my mind, but since I took a good look around and at my arm and all was stable, and usually it's not so nice - I would say, I stabilized this dream.

And what did I do? I tried to partially transform - my right arm and hand into the neck and head of a swan. Why I thought, this would be a good idea - I really couldn't say... This worked up to a degree - not sure, if it counts, but I grew myself some white fur/feather mix and my hand was in one piece, fingers melted together and approximately looking like a head with beak.
This took a lot of concentration, and I must have lost lucidity in the process, because trying to manifest eyes into it was the last I have a clear memory of...
Shame - would I have had four eyes to see with, if it had worked just a bit further?!
At least it was a bit more impressive than my last attempt at transformation - back then the goal was an Arctic wolf and all I had was a bit of white fur back then - this was way better, even if it sounds similarly weak...

#1 Dream: I was on a balcony in former East Berlin, but nowadays, with a woman and we were intently trying to understand what Kim Jong-Sun (the dead one) was preaching with an old radio-receiver - Germany had been invaded by North Korea and the reason, we could get news at all was that there was a communist radio station left over from the formerly UDSSR held East Germany times. We knew that the rest of Germany like Bavaria had no clue, no "historic radio" there, and we thought about how we could inform all the public.
But then Jong-Sun manifested on our balcony - an irate small wiry man shouting all the time, and starting to shout down from our balcony in person. German, I think, but I can't remember a thing of it.

#2 Dream: This surely comes from watching the HBO series "The Wire" from DVD at the moment - highly recommended! Anyway - lots of junkies of various flavours came to dwell in this dream of mine, one even an actual one from the series...
It was so - I had a new flat, just moved in - dream-sign - but it wasn't completely separated from the rest of the house - there were lots of aisles and doors and connections and the house was squatted with maybe 20 junkies as I found out later.
First there was a little boy, who wanted to hide at my place from two guys, of whom he had stolen their weed - I'm not exactly sure, how it came about, but I befriended these two, and they introduced me to the rest of the pack, of whom I hadn't been aware, when moving in. In the end I helped them going undetected by the police and tried to generally help with health and stuff... Quite some misery in that dream - but some beautiful camaraderie, too.

#3 Dream: I make this a dream, since I have at least two fragments of it. The other dreams have loads of stuff in between and around of what I wrote - this one is just that and silly to boot. I was back in school and for sports we had a project to practice for some sort of ballet-like performance - when I showed up, wearing a swim-suit, like we had to, the teacher took out a measuring-tape and measured my lower leg's circumference and lauded me for having lost weight! Before going there, I was with somebody in my room, searching for a suitable bag where I could put in all that I needed, or thought, I might need, and still put it over my head and shoulder, if you know what I mean. This took a while and for one thing - I had the most beautiful bags there - and secondly it was a real hassle, my stuff was all over the place, in different bags, needed to get collected together. Another big dream-sign - packing/repacking/schlepping stuff around the place with bags/rucksacks...

#1 Fragment: My mother hadn't sold all of our real estate and house, like she did irl, but there was a little bit of meadow left, and I was planning to build myself a small hut or something on it. Another dream-sign - this house and real estate - I miss it a lot. Funny thing is, that I caught it as a dream-sign several times to get lucid - but my unconscious mind seems to have found to the insight, that it doesn't exist any more, and it's ever retreating now...


Soo - now for this night there's going to be a lucid plan of action!!

A botched WBTB with drinking green tea and being unable to fall asleep again

Dreams:

#1: I'm hiking in the mountains with a friend, and it's getting dark, but we need to climb down a vertical wall before that, so we start, and what we find is that there is a whole ancient city built into this wall - like Petra in Jordan (was there once). It's huge but with very small buildings - like for beings of a height of maybe 15 cm. This doesn't strike us as odd - only as a great archaeological find to be partied on.
We make it down without accident and there's a Bavarian beer place at the bottom, we meet some more friends and start drinking toasts to our discovery...

#2: It's a work dream - won't go into too many details of that - but I have loads other details..
I was sleeping where I worked as well, and woke up and needed to go out of my room to a common bathroom, which didn't work properly concerning the shower, and once on the loo, somebody comes in of course...
When I get back to my room I find I left the door open a bit and my radio alarm clock blares super loudly over the long hallways, people already complaining. Then to the breakfast getting place - only lemonade left, but tasted great - to the meeting room - meeting all over and I get a row ... and so forth.
Edit: This was a FA, most probably!

Fragment:

#1: Really weird one, shame there is not more context to it:
I'm doing brain-surgery, but on a kitchen table and on a horse, the horse is conscious and comments at times.
Somebody helps me, and to prevent bleeding, he knots together two strands of something like long translucent macaronis - good that the horse noticed, I had to unknot these, otherwise that would have been bad in some way...









Activity: Yesterday one self-hypnosis session

From the TOTM-thread:

Soo - I had a lucid elevator dream!
If I was as serious as fogelbise - I shouldn't bring it on to be counted, because the elevator brought me in the void and I woke up from that.
But I found one this time and I rode it - so I guess it counts.

It was quite convenient to get lucid in the hall of a hotel - it worked again by noticing that I wore almost nothing, definitively not enough for this rather posh place. The TOTM came to my mind and I just needed to turn around to stand in front of an elevator with mirrored doors, which distracted me a bit. I found I can play with the reflection of me as if I could curve the mirrors - like these varieté ones, where you get fat or slim or twisted. But only the reflection changed - the doors stayed straight. That was nice. I still didn't try to blur the surface of things in the dream and paint into them and such things. I had a dress then without putting it on at some point. Yeah - so I press a button - the doors open, I go in and already I feel visuals fading but I get a button pressed and the elevator goes down - and yeah - not sure if a door actually opened or not, but I end up in the void and wake up.
I really need to work on stability, esp. optics and duration - my motivation is seriously hampered by lack of quality...

Rather funny - in a later dream somebody turns up stark naked and I say to a friend - look at this guy, he is naked in public, he must be a dreamer!
I even thought about telling him so he can lucid dream, but then something else happened - shame!


By the way - there were several instances where I became lucid by seeing our old house, which doesn't stand any more, but I dreamt of it a lot.
But now I don't any more - seems my dreaming self found out for good - maybe one day I will always be clothed appropriately not to notice that?
Tricky bastard of an un-con...

I finally got lucid again as well!

I can't remember what made me lucid, unfortunately - only that the location stayed the same - a street in Bavaria. From the TOTM thread:

Not much - like so often I start with jumping in the air to start hovering and hover along over a street with people. Then the undress thing comes to my mind, so I hover there, horizontally maybe 3 m above ground - and rip my clothes off and shout "Ha!!" to get people's attention. It's funny - they look up and with a satisfyingly shocked expression, most of them. I revel in the fact that I can be completely exhibitionistic since it is a dream. It feels truly liberating - a quite strong and very good feeling! I then aim for a taller house where I suspect an elevator, but I don't make it there. I wake up mid-hover and without the help of a beautiful naked stranger - be s/he from here or not - that wasn't so optimal but otherwise I'm quite happy!

One dream had me not finding clothes to wear to school - holes in the trousers, t-shirt too small, dress dirty - wasn't about the looks primarily.
My room was not any of my rooms but a huge disaster of having moved in not long ago and stuff hanging out of boxes or in heaps on the floor. And I was soo tired and out of energy, it all seemed to take enormous will power. When I finally made it to school I had to disrupt Latin lesson coming in, and was placed on a desk next to the teacher, facing class.
I didn't want to disturb more, but did so anyway by trying to find a place on a table in the back. It looked like there was space, but not when I arrived. So I disturbed more people - but a real life friend of mine became inexplicably angry with me and I thought, what a bitch...
Turned out it wasn't about me, but about how the school had given out chips for beepers, and if we wouldn't know where ours was, and went asking in the school-master's office, and it wasn't there - then we would have to pay for the loss.
But if we didn't ask and just wouldn't have it - all would maybe be good. Strange conversation.

Afterwards I read a sort of obituary of that teacher, but he supposedly wrote it with 110 years and still alive. About how horrible it would be to teach and how the small sister of a classmate of mine would now be doing Latin and ancient Greek and ethics class.

Then again - I had just moved into a two-room flat, also with chaos, similar to the above. It was summer, but a cold day and I was freezing in that flat. Thought about how that would be in winter, and if it was a good idea to have moved in there - the heating was with real fire, these classical east Berlin tile ovens.
Again I should have rather been in university but I decided to stay home and sort stuff out. Which I did, and I got pretty pleased with myself how it started looking orderly and comfortable. Even found a nice dress - just to remember that I hadn't gone back to the shop and paid for it as promised...
There was a banjo left over from the former inhabitant and I tried it out and it wasn't bad - I thought, it would be easier to play that in front of an audience than the violin, because the latter would be closer to my face..? I used to play for a while but didn't stop because of that...
My first boyfriend was there as well - and I only remember asking him, why we couldn't be together again (not remembering real life, not really). I forgot his reason.
Then another disadvantage of this flat became clear - no public transportation except for a horse-drawn cart - with very slow horses. I've been trying to persuade the "driver" to motivate his lame critters - but he said they would hurt their feet on the concrete and how I was cruel to want them faster..

Then it was about a science project with a corpse, but I forgot what we did there - or were supposed to, because something went wrong. We were thinking - what the heck to do - try to sneak it out and get a new one - not kill a person but steal a fresh corpse..?
What went wrong? Don't know, but the corpse got more and more hollow until it was just a shell, a wisp of a shell.

Then something weird - I really thought about this in the dream - I was watching a scene where a helicopter landed outside of an emergency-room and I thought, that the fact that one needs to physically call a helicopter in an emergency proves that there is no such thing as telepathy. Weell...

There was more, but I got enough of typing it up now!

Ah - but what does the Steph do every night?
Sort stuff out and/or schlep it through the landscape..

I have been through a lot of removals and was under way with luggage and hard pressed for time quite often irl, admittedly - but every night - come on!!?