Morning of June 13, 2020. Saturday. Dream #: 19,535-07. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. My dream self maintains the instinctual awareness I am dreaming (after dropping back from post-liminal mode to pre-liminal) by becoming more aware while sitting in a bed near the ocean (potential reinduction). There is the typical indoor-outdoor ambiguity, with my bed in this instance being near a harbor in Antissa, Lesbos, though the setting does not have a more discernible definition. My waking-life identity is absent. I am listening to an operatic aria (fictitious, I assume) sung by Luciano Pavarotti about Antissa. (I do not listen to opera in waking life.) I am unsure of the source of the music, but it is probably from a cassette (as my dream self has no recall of what a CD is). The sleep-wake manager eventually appears as an unknown male, but he is in passive mode (non-RAS; non-cerebral.) I sit down and watch him create a painting. It features a black oval as a scene of outer space. (This feature represents a higher level of sleep atonia, which may be why somatosensory kicks in as the trigger in the last scene rather than a vestibular event.) There are sparse red and blue ovular arcs around the “egg.” I absentmindedly add a blue ovular arc to the image’s right side with a felt-tip pen. Almost immediately, I feel as if I may have been intrusive in doing this. I start praising his art, focusing the most on the outer space rendering within the oval. He does not seem angry or annoyed. A reporter approaches and wants to interview the unknown artist. There is still indoor-outdoor ambiguity, though the setting has more outside dynamics at this point. The two men stand and face each other, about ten feet away from me. The reporter says he is interviewing “the aggressor.” I am puzzled by this and state that he is not an “aggressor,” though I do not know his history. I hope I did not embarrass him by saying this. Soon, a sun spider (camel spider), as long as the reporter’s head, crawls around from behind his head and covers his right ear. I am amused, as neither man seems to know it is there. Another sun spider of about the same size as the first crawls from behind the reporter’s head but goes around to the other man’s right ear. The man ignores it despite being aware of it. There is no sense of a threat, as my dream self considers them harmless. I wake at this point with a sense of great amusement. A vestibular-cerebral handshake did not occur as the waking process in this instance (as the result of greater sleep atonia but with a directive toward hand myoclonus), so it was somatosensory in this case. In other words, I sleep on my left side, with my right ear more exposed to my waking-life environment. The somatosensory focus was liminally drawn to that factor, especially as a spider often represents the human hand and its somatosensory arousal (though a sun spider is not a true spider).
I haven't been uploading my DJ entries lately, because my recall went a bit haywire, and then I just couldn't be bothered typing out the really long dreams I've been having but I will upload this one! The FA I had at the end unfortunately messed up my recall of this one a bit. I don't quite remember how I entered this dream, I was at my house. I knew I was lucid for quite a while, but I wasn't taking full control. I was with a group of my friends, including Toby. We were in the family room of my house, and they were trying to distract me and make me re enter the dream plot. I decided I was sick of it, "Go!" I yelled, and raised my hand and watched them all disappear. I'm not sure, but I believe Toby may have actually stayed, even though I got rid of the rest of them. I remembered that I needed to ground myself, and I was surprised I'd forgotten for this long. I was outside in my backyard, and bent down to feel the texture of the pavers. I looked around my backyard, trying to take in things in my vision and trying to see as much detail as I could. I breathed deeply, and thought about how I should increase the limits of my vision again. It was sunny, and as I increased my vision to a hyper-realistic field of view, everything transformed into this magnificent glowing orange colour. I don't think I've ever seen a colour like this before, it was like everything was bathed in this orange/red glow, while at the same time looking normal. I was quite happy with myself for being able to do it at will this time. I then went back inside, still taking in my senses, though moving too fast because I was overwhelmed. I remembered I had to get to the lake, and figured this time, I would use my glass sliding doors as a giant portal. I looked at the doors, and willed them to transform. Various scenes appeared: a tundra, a dense green forest, and then small patches of the lake started to shine through. I think I focused too hard on the doors, I started to lose my grip, and I exited the dream. I woke up in my bed, and completely forgot to RC or even write it down in my dream journal. My memory of this is quite blurry, but I know I texted Forceez about it, telling him I'd just had another lucid dream! The rest of this FA lasted for a very long time, and my dad was clearing out the garage. My bathroom cabinet was in the middle of the right wall of the garage, and my parents were telling my how I needed to cut my earlobes for the holes in my ears to fully heal. I had a false memory of having had my ears pierced before, and unpiercing them and being left with tiny holes in my ears. We proceeded to snip from the lobe up to the hole in my ear, leaving me with two dangling bits of flesh. It didn't hurt at all, but the skin felt squishy and dead, and I wondered if they would ever join back together properly. When I woke up and started to recall this dream, I'd originally forgotten I'd had a lucid. I took myself back through the dream until I remembered texting Forceez. It was then I wondered "what did I text him about" and remembered I'd had a lucid!
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