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Morning of April 10, 2015. Friday.



This was a very long meandering dream without much plot continuity, though somewhat fun all in all. Though it is not lucid, I am still aware of making most of it via some sort of background focus, which is probably why it goes a bit “haywire” as dreams tend to do when my own thoughts shift, sometimes with transient expectancy of the dream itself. Since childhood, a certain kind of dream I have several times a year relates to an older time period being altered by anachronistic features (typically caused by my thoughts shifting or becoming more aware while making a dream), though this one changes in somewhat of a humorous unexpected way regarding my in-dream role and character.

It starts out with some sort of experiment in an unknown indoor location. A portal is opened after several other insignificant events and conversations occur. I have a desire to go through this portal, which is like a glimmering two-dimensional doorway or wavering plane that is just a bit taller than I am. Someone in unusual plaid pants goes through before me, but after a short time, he is seen to be going into a television that is barely big enough for his waist to clear (probably influenced by a similar movie scene relating to being “stuck”, in “Skinny and Fatty” from 1958 and “Housebound” from 2014), though he manages to go through into the implied alternate world or time. After this, my dream shifts to a western setting, similar to the set of “Gunsmoke”, and it is seemingly the 1800s, possibly the 1880s, because I believe it is mentioned at least once.

There does not seem to be any drama other than a horse having a problem with his front right foot. He goes and rests in the corner of a barn and there is something about being fed a special food to accelerate healing though this scenario becomes odd as he eventually seems to have human-like toes, which will make it difficult to put on a horseshoe.

I fly around in several different positions (including sideways) about ten feet from the ground for some time, including in and out of a hayloft from the outside. At one point, I seem to be in an old saloon (with batwing doors) and I notice my wife, though we apparently have not met yet. I embrace her and think about getting married at some future point (even though I already am in reality). She seems to have, as becoming Miss Universe, been getting ready to be in a remake of “Valley of the Dolls, though as some attempt at a "video noir” television broadcast (which also seems related to the minimal western sets) though I know little about video production as such. I am mostly in a very cheerful mood, though.

As I walk into a different area, I notice my father sitting on a couch with several other people around in a semi-dark room. He is playing an accordion and I feel a strong sense of nostalgia. He seems to recognize me though is younger and has not had me as a son yet. We talk for a fair amount of time, but his voice sounds completely different as well as altered by some sort of electronic device. His entire eyes also glow a bright reflective silver at one point, shining in the otherwise semi-dark room. (For some reason, I do not find this unusual or off-putting even though it is a bit eerie.) I tell him that I am his son, or rather “will be” his son in the future. There are at least seven or eight longer exchanges, but I do not recall all of it.

I notice a man who may be a doctor who is sitting at an antique desk. I ask him what year it is to confirm the old west scenes from earlier in my dream. He says, very slowly (almost as if a part of me is deciding what to make him say) 19… (and at this point I am surprised, as it is not 18…) …78. It is 1978, supposedly. He continues by saying that it is July 24, 1978. (I am not sure of the significance of this in context to my dream, though this was shortly after I moved back to Wisconsin.) I think about the people I had met earlier and wonder why this “old western town” exists during this time period (and for some reason I do not reflect upon it as possibly being a movie set), so I go outside to explore again. It seems to be around afternoon and everything is bright, clear, and realistically detailed.

In probably the most vivid scene, I end up going down a long dusty road (through an otherwise featureless field of grass about a foot high) that is covered with old broken pieces of concrete as the surface (something I have never seen in real life). Some of the pieces are as big as my fist. I notice a few modern buildings in the far distance. I eventually decide to walk back after walking perhaps the distance of four city blocks. I see a car moving in the distance on a different (proper) road. I clearly think to myself how this road would not be suitable for cars (due to how very bumpy it would be as well as having sharp bits of concrete causing problems for the tires) even though it is likely used (or maybe will be used) as such at times. From here, I return to the isolated town with the intent to explore some more.

Memory is a mysterious thing. Relative to the date mentioned in my dream (July 24th, 1978) the 1978 Miss Universe pageant was broadcast live on the in-dream referenced date. “Valley of the Dolls” was also aired. There was also an article in the newspaper we got for that date titled “Those ‘Perry Mason’ Reruns Keep Video Noir Genre Alive”. Additionally, I have a dream journal entry titled “Valley of the Dull” (from April 9, 1978 - my wedding anniversary, though long before I was married on April 9, 1994) where I had written about falling asleep while watching it, the audio and half-awake partly discerned visuals at times integrating with my dream. Memory is a very unusual, though vast precise “storehouse” at times.

It is raining. I see the white silhouette of a door. I myself am a dark silhouette of a man in a trench coat and hat, running toward the rectangle of light. As I reach the door my trench coat billows and obscure the door’s light. From above and across my door was a larger double door painted black with a red symbol, similar to a cross (but with extra perpendicular t’s.)

These larger double doors open and nazi-like soliders, adorned in red and black, marched forward. I am in the rafters now, looking down upon the soldiers. I leap into the marchers below... my trench coat engulfing them. All the soldiers transformed into bats and flew away. I ran outside to see a beautiful woman standing in the rain. Our eyes catch for a fleeting moment. Clichéd loved at first sight. The raindrops morph into bullets as bullets rain about the woman, pelting her. I dove into the madness and extracted the woman to safety under the protection and cover of a ledge. The bullets are now drops of blood raining all around me as the woman dies in my arms. I stand, scream and tear both my coat and hat off, as well as my shirt. The sky rains bullets once more, and instead of lightning the clouds burst flashes of gunfire as I stepped out into the bullets, sacrificing myself. I die but my soul rises high and turns into a shooting star.

Colour Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes
Dream Sign Key: Inner Awareness( i ), Action ( a ), Form ( f ), Context ( c )

This was my most concerted effort to lucid dream yet. Lots of reality check drilling during the day, tried to MILD at bed time and again after waking up once. Then I did a WBTB and tried to WILD but had issues getting to SP (close though I think.)

Anyway, it's a little frustrating, but there you go.

Dream 1 - Noir

I wasn't able to remember many details, which was frustrating. The imagery I do recall was interesting. There was a film noir vibe to the locations and people at points.

I was in an office. I think I was a journalist of some kind ( c ). There was a woman. Somehow I was able to get her a job there.

Earlier I had also given her a place to stay in what I think was an apartment I lived in.

I remember she was looking for someone. I remember giving her advice, but I'm not sure what about.

At some point there was a street. I recongnise it from the city where I live. I feel like I'm in an American city though, perhaps New York ( c ).

For reference, I live in the UK.

Dream 2 - The Man

Nothing but a brief flash upon waking up, but this is what I gleaned from it.

I was sitting face to face with someone. We were talking, but I have no idea what about. There was nothing around us but either black or white, but I can't remember which -- it might have been both or either, it's really weird ( c,f ).

I vaguely recall that I thought the person was wise or knowledgeable in some way. My mind is telling me the person looked like the character John Locke from Lost, but for some reason I'm not 100% convinced as I seem to also remember white hair extremely vaguely ( c ).

I'm wondering now if this was another dream about dreaming like I had the other night. Something about the scene, albeit the tiny fragment I remember, is really dream scene in a movie cliché to me.