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I was at home, near our smaller gate, with some of our family. I found a small, blue fish flying along the plants, like a butterfly. I tried touching it. It flew behind me, and I felt it's nozzle push me in the ears, only to find it was actually our dog, and the fish keeps flying/floating. Our dog pawed at it gently, and some of the fish's "hair" fell off, but it's still floating. It flew up to the sky. Someone said that there are a lot of them living in Utah?

A flashback.

I was looking at a Latino-looking boy, around 8-years-old. He was pushing a cart filled with "balut" (the flying blue fishes' eggs that they lay on the forest trees, found in Mexico/Utah?) on a dirt road, and everywhere I see trees, but not very dense. More like a tropical place.

Two kids of about the same age (and also Latino-looking) appeared in front of him. He left his cart and charged at them. I assumed he fought them, although I didn't see any fight. There were two more kids behind him, and they took his (?) mop.

Afterwards, I see the two kids who appeared first take the cart. I didn't know what happened to the kid pushing the cart.

I was in a church. Somehow, I thought it was in Mexico. The kid was there. He grew up, although now he looks Caucasian. He was tall, like a teenager. Then he became small, as if at will, back to his own age-height, but still very Caucasian. He was looking for the book he left in the cart. I forgot the book title, but the author's Michael Frankl, or something. I saw the edge of the book stacked somewhere, and the cover color theme looks like that of Dianetics.

There was a pastor in the center, and somehow I sensed he was one of the kids who took the cart. He's now quoting and plagiarizing the book.

10-29-06

Lucid Dream!

First of all, I had awakened at about 2:00 thinking about the stress of my responsibilites. I had a really big day the coming day and I desperately needed my sleep--so I pretty much knew I would lay in bed the rest of the night not able to sleep. But somewhere close to 4:00, I went back to sleep and had this dream.

I was in what was supposed to be my mom's house. I was in my mom's room talking with her. She was sitting on the bed. I suddenly noticed that she looked very young. Also she was quite thin. It started sinking in that this was not right. My mom didn't look like this. Then --BLAM--"I must be dreaming!!"

At that very moment my alarm went off--at least what I thought was my alarm went off ("false alarm"...kind of like "false awakening"). The music I heard coming from what I thought was my radio alarm was the Christmas song "What Child is This" (My dreams have such an interesting variety of music.)

As soon as I heard the alarm, I thought, "This can't happen. I have to stay asleep." So I stared at my mom's shirt (a white tank top...yes, definitely a dream) and concentrated on staying in the dream. The moment of danger passed and things were stable again.

The first thing I did to check that I was really in a dream was to float. And yes, I could do it. I love that feeling when I realize that I am in a dream and then do the "float". It's just magical.

I decided I wanted this to be a really useful LD--not just a "flying around" LD. So the next thing I did was to stare at my hands. At first I had 6 fingers. But as I looked it would change. The number would increase. Then I noticed that one of my fingers split into two finger tips (similar to the first time I looked at my hand in an LD).

Then I even noticed that my hand was split--like when you look at a straw in a glass full of water--the refraction makes it not match up right. Well, that's what my hand was doing. And I also noticed that I was wearing my long sleeved brown shirt that I was wearing in the picture I posted holding the giant cockroach.

Then I decided to be even more thourogh. I lifted up my foot so I could see what my toes looked like in a lucid dream. I saw that I had a lot of toes, but I didn't take the time to count them all.

I then walked over to the balcony--I was on the second floor. I decided to see what would happen if I let myself fall off. Would I float? Would I hit the ground?

I had a funny feeling backing up to the edge even though I knew that I couldn't hurt myself in a dream. I got to the edge and gathered my courage and let myself fall backward. I felt a very real falling sensation. I kept going long past when I should have hit the ground. I looked around me. Everything was white. I was falling into this white void. It was very strange. But the falling sensation actually felt kind of good.

I'm not sure how it transitioned, but I was now flying around outside. I could see clouds. I noticed how completely fake they looked. They looked flat like a painting. I was quiute disappointed because I remembered being on the plane and how I had looked forward to seeing very realistic clouds in future LDs

I then remembered that I wanted to fly underwater. I needed to create the ocean. As I flew I told myself that I would come to an ocean. Ands sure enough, I came to a bay (close enough) and dove down into the water. The water was cool, but not too cold. I couldn't see well under the water so I didn't stay down there very long or go very deep.

Somewhere around this point I woke up. I really wanted to get out of bed and write it down while it was still fresh in my mind. But the sensible part won. It knew I would never go back to sleep and that tomorrow would be an exhausting day. So I went back to sleep. Somewhere in my next dream I wrote the LD down. Wonder if that helped me remember it.

I do remember quite a bit. I just wonder what I have forgotten. I hope this means my dry spell is broken and that I will have many more LDs to remember and share. And I haven't even gotten the vitamins yet...

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

It was nighttime, and I was in the backyard of my house, surrounded by tall wooden fence. The outside of the house was light stucco, and the whole backyard was covered in grass, illuminated slightly by small circular modern lights on the walls of the house itself. There were a few flat, square-shaped stepping stones scattered around the yard. In the middle was a large in-ground pool complete with a few small interior lights, but there was no water inside. Instead, there was fog coming out of it slowly, behaving like smoke but it didn't smell.

I was sitting on the edge of the "pool" with my sister standing beside me. She told me that she didn't want to go in, and so I somehow jumped in right from that sitting position. I was floating in the fog, and then I thought about sinking down deeper into the pool. I began to go down, and I could hardly see anything around me except gray pool wall. I felt my sister tap me on the head and I suddenly resurfaced. She said, "don't go under, or you'll get amnesia."