Tinnitus

12-01-2014

Method used: none
it feels good to LD, especially since november lowered my monthly LD rate. Shooting pains in my back and below my shoulder blades have altered my sleep but nevertheless probably played in the coming of this RL. But I'm not sure that eating badly can be considered as a method of induction:-) especially since this was obviously not wanted. If I had known, I might have been more carfull, It would allow me a better sleep and a greater comfort. I also made some RC along this week and the last one at strategic times to induce a continuous reflection from the waking day into the night and the dreams.

I am in my mother's delivery. In this ND, this room is also my bedroom. Before this episode, my sister and I were in disagree with each other about something unimportant and we were looking for a solution through dialogue. This worries tacitly continues throughout the beginning of the RN. My mother joined my sister at the entrance of my so called "room".

My mother ask me to come and make coffee for my maternal grandmother came to visit us. IRL she died many years ago. In the dream, it is early in the morning and I woke up, so I have no excuse not to comply. Moreover, I also have a cup of coffee in hand, impossible to refuse them this favor.

This coffee turns into a cup of profiterole on which a little chocolate cream flows. I want to raise my mother's awareness about something. I do the thinking as well as her, at the same time. Profiteroles turn into a kind of sliding puzzle as the statement is emerging in my mind:

"Grandma came to visit us, but grandma died off for years, so it means ... that this is all a dream! I realise I'm in a dream. The environment suddenly change. I am in an unknown bedroom now. I turned my head to my mother supposed to be with me in this room, where was the entrance of the delivery.

But my mother is gone, in its place stands a wardrobe. I open the cabinet and find a series of shelves one above the other on which are placed a few scattered shirts ironed and neatly folded. I closed the closet and turn my look on the left. Now I can see a kind of commode, as high as the wardrobe, but provided with dozens and dozens of drawers.

Each of these drawer has small metal handles reminding me of old handset devices. I think it would be great if I remember it IRL, the others may find it fun ??? I look around to find the exit door, but the room has no door!

I keep cool. There's no door, but nevertheless there's a window, and it's largely sufficiante. This window is decorated with an impressive number of frames, each into others forming some sort of staircases, all of them in different materials and colors. In fact these frames are narrowing and reducing the window size as I clumsily try to pass through it.

At one point my waist is stucked in the last frame which is shutting down on my body. The upper part of my body is outside, it allow me to see that the supports outside the window follows the same construction scheme, staircase, but logically in extension rather than shrinking.

This situation have everything to frustrate me, but I decided not to get upset and take a deep breath. consequently the window immediately release me. So I sit on the edge outside. I watch the panorama. the colors and simple design of all of its component parts make this place look like a child's room but on another hand its theme and vastness make it also look like countryside. A giant child's room!

The sky is actually a huge blue ceiling that stretches to the horizon. There is an inscription in a corner of this ceiling. Is it a magic square or odd Noughts and Crosses game? I don't focus on this scribble with vaguely rectilinear outlines, it is too blury and I feel that forcing my concentration on it would mostly make me lose my lucidity.

According to my goal, I address my subconscious aloud. But as usual, I get muddled up on my phrasing. I remember my last attempt and I think it is absolutely out of question I wake up now and especially without putting a descent end to my quest.

Therefore, I rub my hands. I had so far done nothing to stabilize the RL. Now, that's better. "Unconscious, what does it take for me to do to get what I ask in my dream when I'm awake? "At least, this is approximately my question as I wanted to ask it, and as I think I asked it right (IRL oddly, I do not remember the exact words used.)

I'm satisfied. I asked exactly what I wanted to ask (it's what it seemed to me once I woke up.) furthermore, I have a very good insight and I feel that my RL will last a good time. Good! I asked the question, it remains for me to pick the answer up! I think it will come on the road, at some point in my lucid ride.

I jump from the window. I find myself face down in a gallery, a longitudinal space that look like a aisle in an antique store. In front of me, perhaps 65ft away from me is the mirror of a wardrobe or a psyche in which I can actually see me lying on my stomach on the floor. But something disturbs my vision.

That something appears at the beginning every two seconds between me and the mirror and finally fill all the view. These are female legs! I see calfs beneath a skirt which cut ends above the knee, the lady goes from right to left, a shelf to another, walking zigzag.

At the same time I hear more and more distinctly some music although it is actually two keys, always the same, D/A, played on an electric piano on a rhythm that recalls the ticking of a clock. This melody is as soothing as a children song. I focus on this melody which sound in return more and more distinct to my ears. Until... I wake up!