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I was then out in the streets downtown somewhere. I saw my old friend Lauren, dancing on top of a limo in a black dress. Getting out of the limo was a younger version of her. She was wearing a white, sparkley dress. Then a group of girls standing close to me started to dance, and so did I. Another girl told them that they didn't know how to do the dance right. They were apparently trying to do a dance from some music video.

Then, I was seeing something very disturbing. I saw someone's head being operated on in a hospital. I kept seeing people's heads being operated on, and I figured out that they were Katrina victims. I saw what looked like someone's head detached from the body, but I figured his body must be under a sheet or something, because that was impossible.

I then saw a man's head being operated on, and though he was under anesthesia, it looked like he was having a nightmare. He had his eyes shut, but was moaning and had a pained look on his face, as he thrashed his head left and right. Then, I saw the same man with half his head gone, and his brain exposed. Then, I saw that his head was completely gone from his neck, but moans kept coming from his exposed vocal cords.

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I was in my family's driveway by our basketball hoop. I was at a computer, doing a project for school. The computer looked like it was at a kiosk-type thing. The neighbor was having guys over to shoot some hoops. A couple of other guys came over, a black guy that actually lives in our neighborhood in waking life, and a white guy, and started to play basketball where I was doing my project, and I told them they needed to leave because I was busy. They went back over to the neighbor's.

Then, I was at the kiosk on top of a water slide. I was at some sort of water park. My brother was there, along with a young female teacher who had an even younger teaching assistant. The teacher was trying to get something from underneath her podium. I was at the kiosk, typing away. My brother then went down the water slide, and I went down after him. We were swimming around in the water below. The water felt perfect, even a little warm.

Then, I remember getting on a small yellow airplane, but it was completely open; there was no roof. It had an old-timey feel to it, like it was the 1920's or so. The seats looked like something you'd see at an amusement park. The seats were also covered in dirt and water. I sat in the front seat, and the pilots, who were directly in front of me, took off. We didn't fly very high, but I felt scared and pushed on a brake in front of me in between the pilots. One of the pilots said to me
"Sorry, Miss."
They then flew for a little longer, then landed.

I then remember getting back in the airplane, sitting more towards the back this time. The seat I sat in was covered in water, dirt, and what looked like blood. It was really gross, but I sat in it anyway. My butt was wet from the water. The plane tilted forward, and the water all spilled to the front of the plane.

Then, I was in a huge, roomy shower. The walls were beige, and the lighting was perfect. I was washing off, when I realized I was dreaming. I flew through the shower ceiling, and ended up in an airport. I decided I wanted to see Ryan. I ran through the airport, yelling for Ryan.
"Ryan! Ryan! Where are you?", I screamed.
I then saw my old friend Rob walking beside me. He had a suitcase in his hand. I said
"Hey Rob! Where are you going?"
"Indiana.", he replied.
Hey! Ryan is originally from Indiana in waking life! As Rob started going through the ticket taker and security, he ripped off half his ticket and gave it to me. I was going to go to Indiana! That must be where Ryan is!

But then, I woke up.

Wow, that was an extremely epic night of dreams...they were all very vivid too. I think it has something to do with my stress level going way down from last week and the first half of this week (had a ton to do for school -_-). And I even had 2 lucid dreams, and got my setting to change in the first one. I'm so excited to be learning how to do all of these new things in LDs!

02/19/2011
Dream Fragment One:
I was in some kind of Predator / Dutch situation, along with a friend of mine. Not sure who it was, though. There was a long chase between us and the alien, which I don't really remember too much of. I do recall rolling off the high, rain forest cliff - like in the original movie - and landing in the lagoon at the bottom. And - just like in the movie - I got out of the lagoon and crawled across the mud, inadvertently covering myself in it and hiding myself from the creature's view.

Later, we were back in the lagoon and there were girls with us. We were all play-fighting and just having a good time in the water. At times, though, we got a little rough with each other, and there was real danger of us drowning.


Dream Fragment Two:
Naturally, the next dream I recalled was about Xenomorphs, from the Aliens series. All I remember was running through a long hallway with an endless onslaught of them coming at me from all directions. I kept mowing them down with an assault rifle, as I ran, but more of them just kept swarming in, out of the wood work. I have this feelin that someone was nearby, fending off the beasts by his/her own means.



02/23/2011
Fragment:
Something about a cop that stopped me for a DUI or something. While I sat in cuffs, he just drove me all around the place, doing whatever he wanted. I watched him make drug deals out of his squad car, and all kinds of other crooked shit. I kept asking him to just let me go, but he seemed to be having a grand old time, just dicking me around while he ran his illegal errands.



02/24/2011
Fragment:
Somehow, I was home, but watching JC and someone else ride their bikes home from school. (I was either watching it on T.V., or just as a disembodied spectator. I can't remember.) I was going to drive my truck up there to meet them, just because I felt like going on a bike ride, and I was going to ride home with them, even though that really makes no sense, now that I think about it. While I was "remote viewing" them, I saw them fall off a huge hill, in front of the old Greenwood Library (a hill which doesn't really exist). Later, I remember watching an old show that had the Esther character from Sanford and Son in it, and some show with battling breakdance crews. They were doing some sick tricks and illusions that made it look like some of the crew members were levitating - sometimes upside down while rotating like a top.



03/03/2011
Dream One:
"Call of the Reaper"

I was with some girl in a large office building. There was a black cloaked figure which kept showing up - looking like it might have been a Reaper - and it was apparently after the girl. The girl and I would be moving quickly through the building, trying to escape this thing, and then she would suddenly veer off in another direction. The 'Reaper' was somehow controlling her mind, making her wander blindly toward its telepathic call, like a moth to a flame. Whenever this would happen, I would have to chase her down and get in between them, keeping her from straying within the creature's grasp. This thing would just appear at the most random of times, in the most random of places.

Instead of a scythe, it had this really bad-ass, ancient sword; a great sword or claymore. Once, the ghoul popped up behind a set of opening elevator doors, beckoning the girl toward him. I rushed in and stole the 'Reaper's' sword, hacking and slashing at him, ultimately causing him to disappear again, in retreat. This went on for quite a while, the ghoul having followed us back to an apartment. By this time, I had become lucid. I still lugged the huge sword around with me, practically looking forward to the next time the 'thing' showed up. I had no more anxiety about our confrontations, and it had become somewhat of a game. Every time the 'Reaper' would show up, I would just kick his ass with his own sword. Good times.


Dream Fragment Two:
I was visiting someone and got bombarded by all these cute little wolf pups. They kept grabbing onto me with their teeth and trying trying to pull me down by my limbs and clothes. There was no pain, though. It was rather adorable.

25.01.2011

Camping in the desert (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in the desert with my brother and I walked into a park. I talked to a man and a woman and signed up for their camp. They were the only monitors there. My brothere and I were offered movies but they were more expensive than others we had seen in a previous part of the dream I cannot remember. Then we did some activities which I also can't remember. Finaly I went to the lake and the girl and I had to hang from a rope and "walk" across the lake (we were sort of hanging from the rope). I gained momentum by dipping my feet in the water. The first time I did it wrong and the second time I went the opposite way as the woman and had to change direction at the last second. After that I started dancing while hanging on the rope (which became much more elastic) while some music sounded (I just remember it was a famous piece). When I finished dancing I jumped really high and landed outside the lake. The man and the woman started congratulating me on my performance.

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25.01.2011

Bullying is wrong ok? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

J and B were leaving school when some bullies decided to pick on them. They broke some of their CDs. As the bullies were doing this the bystanders were dancing wearing white clothing and face paint.

J and B went to a changing room. B said that he was scared and they started thinking about what they could do about the bullies. B said that he knew someone with "unquestionable links to some gang" and if that didn't work they could use a pirate?

Meanwhile I was thinking about confronting the bullies myself.

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I dreamt I'm visiting a foreign town far away. I vaguely remember driving up with a friend or two, though I'm not sure exactly who. When we arrive I learn that there is a strict curfew rule enforced by the "adults" who all appear to be scholarly women and men with 18th century facial hair styles and demeanor. They ring a bell and promptly close the doors shutting everyone inside.

One night, a friend and myself decided we had better plans for the night and, instead of going inside when the bell tolls, pose as "adults" and walk the streets. We wander the town to the outskirts search for a gas station where I have a run in with a man who knows me not to be an "adult." He makes passive threats to me, asking if I can run to a building in the distance faster than him in a less-than benevolent tone. I'm frightened, but pass it off and continue walking.

My companion has now assumed the spirit of my girlfriend in real life. At one point I remember holding hands. She has visited the town many times before and maybe even had lived here in here childhood for many years. She points out a bed of cushion and tarp which, she says, is used for dancing on. At that moment, I living severed head walking on crunches comes over the to tarp and begins to dance for us. Afterward, we're greeted by a man who is giving "free" things in return for our mailing address. He offers us an Xbox 360, but I tell him I'd rather fill out the one for free chicken wings. My girlfriend ends up filling both of them out.

Next, we're back in the town center were we first started. The place now reminds me of a college campus than it does a small town. The bell rings again, signaling the beginning of curfew. As the "adults" are ringing the bell a woman in man-made wings, designed to look like a butterfly wing and a sparrow wing, flaps her way to the top of the building. She perches and then takes off through the roof like it isn't there. Her wings are exceedingly more vibrant and magnificent on the other side. I soon realize it is merely a trick caused by the reflection of the water.

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Basically, most of these dreams were about me dreaming that I was DEILDing and dreaming that I was dreaming lucidly, when I actually wasn't.
If this got confusing, I wasn't lucid in these (at least I don't think so).

Athletic Jail
I remember a dream in where I wasn't in, but I was looking at (like a TV) There were these men that were probably in jail and had to do hard labor or something. Everyone was outside at this time. it was nighttime. The guard was standing at the gate, the only place for escape. The setting looked like a football field/track. The guard left for one minute, and when he came back, he saw all the prisoners jumping over the fence and running away. He yelled at them angrily.

Where are they?
My siblings and I walked up to a place that looked like McDonalds from the outside but a normal house on the inside. We walked in to a big living room. We were waiting for our mom to show up. I was standing behind the couch. In the corner of my eye I saw a guy-about 16 (who must have been their son)- standing in his doorway. I turne dmy head towards him but then he vanished.
A few minutes later the father came around the corner and stood in the doorway of the livin groom. He was bald but had a mustach and glasses. "Hey." he said. I said hi, and told him my name. He wanted to show me something. So we went up to the master bedroom. I saw a pair of shoes and some trash on the floor. He showed me a view out the window. That's really all I remember. Also I recall hearing his wife say "I don't shop, I ____. (can't remember)" (meaning: instead of shopping at regular mall stores, she shops at Goodwill and thrift stores)

Dream FA or Dream DEILD
This dream would seem like a false awakening, but I don't think it was. I was actually in 3rd person in the dream, so I was basically like dream DEILDing or WILDing.
Anyways, I "woke up" in a different bed in the dream (still at my house, still in the same room, just different place, position, and style) and I rolled over in bed. Before the dream "FA" I had had a dream about iCarly so I decided that I would DEILD (I was really dream DEILDing) or something.

So a minute later I was back in a "dream" as I thought it was. I probably was lucid in this, or I dreamed that I was lucid in the dream.
I remember being in 3rd person looking at myself and a group of girls I was singing with. We were dressed in these cool pixie-like costumes.

I started dancing. By this time I realized that I was actually on a computer looking at myself. (Well, I didn't realize, but once I woke up I did.) I saw the whole screen like I was there, but I remember the feeling of controlling a mouse and clicking on some buttons.

At the end of the song we all jumped up and did these twisty moves with rainbows trailing behind us. Yes, it was that weird.

Dream FA or Dream DEILD #2
The same thing happened again. I must've had another dream about waking up and DEILDing. Again, I was in the same different bed. I was also in 3rd person again. I remember wanting to have that previous dream. I rolled over; and a few minutes later I was back in a "dream". Instead of the same drea, I was at my school trying to find the lead singer. I wasn't lucid in this, because I was dreaming that I was dreaming lucidly (I guess; darn this is confusing).

I was on the playground of my school. I found her and starting chatting with her. All of a sudden we heard a low rumble noise. She and some other kids ran into the school and I followed. I turned around once we were in the hallway and looked out he door. I noticed that there was sand covering the pasture land beyond the playground. There was still some kids playing outside, unaware of the sand cyclones in that area. I saw my friend try to run on a wave of sand as it was being blown. l0l.

Once again: "Basically, most of these dreams were about me dreaming that I was DEILDing and dreaming that I was dreaming lucidly, when I actually wasn't.

Phew!

Preface: after taking 1mg of melatonin I went to bed. I know I had other dreams but I don't remember the content. I was able to recall many of the details of this dream later, on my way to work.
It will be apparent that as climbing is more than just a hobby to me, I am not surprised it has made its way into my dreams. I actually hope to possibly improve my technique through lucid dreaming. Not this time though.

Dream: It starts, I'm watching a climbing competition. I see pro climbers doing their thing, mostly bouldering (doing problems at the most like 4 meters high). I begin to get excited and decide it's time to get my shoes and chalk, but I have misplaced my bag. So I walk around the place asking people where my shoes are. All of them guys who I don't think looked like climbers, more like frat brothers or something like that. There is the climbing wall outside, inside is a hallway with a bunch of thin curtains that barely hide mattresses behind them. The beds are beds for things beds are for though, not crash pads. The guys I'm asking about my bag are sitting on some of the beds. I see a girl, not particularly attractive, but interesting to say the least. She is walking the hall, I ask her and she doesn't answer. I decide it's helpless, my shoes, my chalk bag, and my bag are all lost, so I go to a shop and try buying shoes but they don't have any in my size at a price I want to buy them at so I decide to pick up my search again. I walk out into the hall and see the girl dancing. I do a little jig myself cause I do that sometimes, and she glares at me. I wake up.

PART 1 - MIK HILARITY

At work. My friend Mik goes through a checkout. As they do, they say something absolutely hilarious, in a casual way where they don't laugh at their own joke, offhand as they're passing through. I think it's like the funniest thing ever.

ANALYSIS

Mik has randomly dropped into my work places before, so it would fit with that pattern.

The main element here seems to be how nonchalant they were.

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PART 2 - COLB WC3

Playing an old friend I haven't seen in years at WC3. He is Orc, I think I'm human? It's both of us against the computer.

At one point I use chain lightening and he likes the ability. I say we should start over both as a race with chain lightening so we could both do it (which is odd as IRL orc actually has it and humans don't.) He decides against this.

ANALYSIS

This felt like an expression of their "polarity responder" nature. They're the type of person who, whatever you say, will tend to take the opposite position.

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PART 3 - BINGE LIMITED FUNDS

I'm back and forth between the grocery store and current home, trying to make the money I have last for 3 days of junk food.

I decide against 3 pizzas and go with 2, use the extra money for other things, for "variety."

ANALYSIS

I haven't eaten anything unhealthy in almost 4 months now. I think the idea did surface in my mind yesterday, which may have been the trigger, but was quickly negated as it's an impossibility due my ailment anyway.

I tend to take thoughts of binging as a sign that I'm not managing my emotional state well enough, not keeping occupied enough.

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PART 4 - CEE

Something about talking to Cee...

ANALYSIS

Still an "open loop" in my life, undoubtedly they will continue to surface in dreams periodically until some form of resolution is achieved.

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PART 5 - MISSED SC2 PARTY

I find out that there was a big SC2 party held at the local theatre, but I've missed it. For some reason this is quite devastating.

I think Jo from work may have been there.

ANALYSIS

I plan on gradually phasing out my SC2 playing time (which isn't that much to begin with) in favor of other pursuits (drawing), perhaps this is a metaphor for that, the sense of loss.

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PART 6 - DANCING AND 9/9/09

In a room full of people (one is Melinda, an acquaintance from Jr High), all the chairs and tables have been cleared away to free space for dancing. I "dance" (stepping along in small circles) along with everyone, which I remember finding surprising even in the moment, as I wouldn't normally expect myself to go along with something like that.

Later, the room is filled with tables, each having a computer. I look at mine, and notice a pattern in the time and date - it's 9/9/09, 9:09:09.

I remark about this to the person next to me (Borges?), they simply say "no it's not" because by then the time has passed.

ANALYSIS

The first part could be looked at one of two ways: surprising myself by following along with others, or surprising myself by going outside my comfort zone. It definitely feels like the latter.

The main idea of the last bit seems to be, remarking about something amazing to someone, and them not appreciating it. Borges may represent superficiality, which would also be congruent with the theme.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations

Three dreams recalled from last night. It's been a while since I've had multiple recall! I should have written down the second one during the night because there was so much to it, but oh well, you live and learn.

Clone Dance

I was watching people dance. They were on a stage and all were men. One of the men was there three times. He explained that one of the other two identical people was his son -- who was identical to him but about 2 inches shorter -- and the other was just doing a very good impersonation of him. The original guy and the guy doing the impersonation laughed and started to do a rather complex dance routine, which was pretty exiting to watch.

Cornered

I was in my brother's room. However it was lined with a rusty metal tank. The corners of the tank had been cut away. One by one they were covered up by objects that fit into the specific sized holes in corners. The final hole was filled by the top of a man's head. He was bald. I recognised him as Jesse from Burn Notice. I felt like he had betrayed me. It went dark, but then I remember being outside of the tank.

Taking the Fall

I was in one of my old science classrooms at back at secondary school. Three kids were there who were in the year above me, L, N, and P.

For some unknown reason they were coming at me as though they were going to beat me up. I told them that they were mistaken if they thought it would be so easy and that I could take all three of them. I quickly dispatched L to the ground and then tussled with N. P was about to attack me when he was struck down by a stool. I dropped N to the floor and turned to see that Elliot from Leverage was in the room and had helped me out. Turning to P I saw that the stool legs had impaled his chest and he lay dead, oozing blood.

The door to the classroom flung open. There was a man demanding to know what happened. I explained, but said that I had picked up the stool and killed P by accident during the fight.

Now the room was full of people. We had to stand in a line around the classroom, almost like we were soldiers standing to attention. I was told I had to stand at the end because I has a disgrace and that my future at the school was in question. I felt really sad. I looked around the room and caught Elliot's eye. He looked grateful by also very sad.

Someone was droning on about something. Most people were bored of listening and started leaning on the walls and desks.

Hmm. There was some talk about STDs (yuck) and how they're not a virus or something so I went to the brothel (wtf) and looked at all the beds and you could tell which ones had viruses and which ones were more okay. For some reason I chose a bed which was now a seat and sat behind NS and MM. We were at the top of a lecture theatre about to watch something.
And then they were really friendly towards me and so I tagged along with them; it was really nice and I was very happy.
Then with SM we were trying to look for some car and we walked around everywhere but we couldn't find it. There was some limo but that wasn't ours.

I remember driving somewhere.

Then while looking around there was a huge group of people doing the Thriller dance and some just watching. There was no music playing so it was amazing how they were in sync. An awesome sight, but not what we were looking for. SM turned into AK and we were looking for a triple burger deal from Chicken Treat. We could only find a third of it which was the bottle of water, the rest (the burger and a banana) we found later on when we found our destination of a train station.

AK wanted to take a photo of the trains and I said something which confused her because she didn't realise that they were old-fashioned trains so that only one train would move at a time and to get from on train to the other train both had to be stopped and the conductor of the carriage would let you on to the second train.

I woke up soon after this.

The dream starts off in a well organized, modern looking house that has an open concept kitchen/dinig room/living room combo. There are two old ladies having tea and an a man who looks like Tommy Chong who has the front of his shirt rolled inwardly half way up his abdomen. They are sitting in the living room part and I watch them with amusement because their behaviour is silly and spacey as if they were high on drugs or something. The old man gets up and leaves and the two old ladies go into the kitchen area which is elevated from the living room and dining areas.

I follow them and notice that the kitchen counters are covered with weather worn peices of driftwood, many of which are flat like serving trays. Upon the driftwood trays are an assortment of natual objects: bleached animal skulls and bones, pine cones, sea shells, dried flowers and feathers, and other such things. At the far end of the counter is a picture frame that has been decorated with leis an flower petals. The image in the picture is a smiling man who looks like a East Indian guru.

One of the old ladies take a white, ashy substance and smears three verticle lines on her forehead and then starts chanting in what sounds like Hindu and begins dancing wildly around the kitchen. I retreat down into the dining area to give her space but continue watching. The chanting old lady goes over to the other old lady (who is keeping pace with the chanting my clapping her hands) and blesses or shares energy with her with a sweeping motion from the front of her face to the top of her head and then down over the shoulders.

I turn my attention away from the old ladies for a moment and notice a coffee table upon which are many hand-blown glass ornaments. I turn my attention to back to the dancing and chanting old lady and try to make sense of what she is saying. She is repeating "Nahm Devali, Om Devali" over and over again. As she is chanting she takes the white ashy substance and smears a vertical line on the other old lady's forehead.

Suddenly the living room and dining room area is full of people, dancing and socalizing casually. Since the wild dancing has stopped I go back up into the kitchen to the first old lady who has been chanting, but I have to squeeze by many of the people who have appeared. The old lady is waiting for me with a big smile on her face. Before I can say anything she introduced herself as a Jody with a "y." I tell her that my name is also Jodie, but it is spelled with an "ie." She laughs and says "Isn't that cool!?"

More people come into the house and I turn around to leave the kitchen, because it is becoming quite crowded, and see my mother at the bottom of the stairs, smiling at me. She looks very peaceful and content, but doesn't say anything. I wander around the crowded living area observing all the people and eventually notice an elderly North American indian man dressed as a Plains Indian Chief. I ask him if he can teach me how to bleach animal bones and he kindly and amusingly replies "Why don't you teach yourself?"

I understand that he means that I should not be afraid to try things out for myself and I thank him to which he responds with a big smile.


The dream ends there.

Dream starts off as an underwater exploration thing. The submarine surfaces in a two storey warehouse where the lower levels are submerged and the upper level is not. There are several men who are exotic tatoo artists and they start drawing designs on the side of the submarine. On the upper level of the warehouse there are many young girls, including myself, and we are all dressed as ballerinas. An instructor arrives and gives us the task of putting out small fires that have appeared around the second floor. Water is provided on rolling carts that have buckets of water on them. When the fires are out the instructor divides the group of girls into two, saying that one group will go home while the other group will stay and learn how to dance, but I wake up before I learn which group I am in.

Night of April 10, 1989. Monday.



I am at my sister Marilyn’s house in La Crosse (on Loomis Street). It is fairly late at night. My brother-in-law Bob is watching television (and “not socially present”) as usual and I think my sister is working on a latch-hook rug. Brother Dennis and sister’s friend CS are also there.

Over time, bees get in the house through the front porch. I am very annoyed at the thought, as they pose a threat (though I am not allergic) in my dream (but I have nothing against them in real life). Eventually, I go outside onto the street (not in the middle, but to one side - the west, closet to my sister’s house, where cars usually park). I start dancing and singing in what is somewhat like a slow version of the Shawnee Stomp Dance.

Curiously, some clouds gather over the full moon and it starts to rain. The bees start to land on me, but the rain washes them away and I start to feel more and more ecstatic, moving my head about and surrendering to the amazing sensations of rain on my body.

I am watched from the doorway as if people are concerned about me. Apparently, they seem to think it is better to sit inside the house and get stung by bees than to be out dancing in the rain and getting wet. For some reason, this (their amazing ignorance) only inspires me to dance with more enthusiasm and sing louder and louder, feeling more and more blissful while giving thanks to the dark night sky above me that delivers the purity (in my dream) of the rain.

I am aware of their shadows in the doorway as if from a “lower” world or plane or beyond/below infrared. They stay inside as a feeling of beauty overwhelms me, almost like ecstasy, which leaves me breathless and feeling as if I am suddenly flying, seemingly formless, at an incredible speed into green fields.

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Morning of November 3, 1977. Thursday.



This was one of the only times a dream seemed to be interrupted by a different dream in an atypical, somewhat startling fashion. I was in one dream and then another dream “broke into it” like a radio broadcast very suddenly “drowning out” another with a completely different degree of awareness.

My second dream was much more vivid than the first (and with growing lucidity). In the first dream, I seem to be at a television studio yet not fully present (not disembodied, just not directly in the environment), the ceiling being about twelve feet high. The New Mouseketeers, all dressed in plain white clothes, seem to be involved in some sort of unlikely science-fiction movie or televised special (perhaps live) but they are also dancing on roller skates and moving past the camera several times without the camera panning in any way. When I look around, I mostly see very large white cubes, almost like steps (but too tall to use as steps and about three cubes high closest to the walls), but possibly containers. It seems fairly dark and isolated in some areas of the huge building (but not completely dark in any areas) and the otherwise featureless warehouse-like setting. Their dancing, motions, and singing (which I think the main line or title is “The World’s a Balloon”) becomes slightly annoying (almost perceived as bizarre) though they seem to be getting a bit more enthusiastic and practiced in their performance, almost frenzied in fact, but in a comedic sense.

Suddenly, there is a clearer awareness of mood and location that jumps like a needle on a record and I am in a different dream flying over Key West almost as if I had been plucked from one dream (of a completely different level of clarity and awareness) and put into another. Even the depth perception seems quite different and somewhat enhanced. A very long bridge stretches out over the ocean as I watch the cars move over it as I fly along. It is extremely vivid though the ocean is a deep purple. Everything else looks normal including the sky. Dreams do have a tendency to jump from scene to scene in some cases, but this was actually like a different type of experience, like actually “changing channels” and a quite different mental awareness at the same time.

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