Tygar

Date: 4/1/2014 (Tue)
Total sleep: 6.75 hours
Daytime Techniques: RCs, Visualization, Text Search, Awareness
Lucid Techniques: Mantras, Meditative Visualization
Recall Techniques: Meditative Visualization Mantras
Fell Asleep: 10 pm
Dream 1 Title: Underground Railroad?
Dream 1: I am standing on the grass facing a small hill. There are old stairs, made of old railroad ties, leading up the hill to an old shack. The shack is run down and painted white. I see an old rusty cloths line (the kind that rotates) in the yard. My wife is with me. I know that this shack is her grandmother’s house. We walk up the stairs and into the yard. There is a dog run running from the house to a nearby pine tree. The grass under the run has been worn away leaving only dry dirt. I don’t see a dog. We walk in through the old screen door, which squeaks loudly. We are in a very old kitchen. There are counters and cabinets to our left and right. The kitchen has a 1940’s feel and everything looks very old. There is a plastic container, filled with sugar, on the counter to my right. My wife opens it, and for some reason puts dry cat food in with the sugar. She then puts the lid back on. Jen’s grandmother (who is dead in real life) comes into the room from a doorway at the far end of the kitchen. She is wearing a long white night gown. She goes to my wife and gives her a hug. Another elderly woman come into the room from the same doorway. I know she is the grandmother’s sister, but in RL she is unfamiliar to me. The woman picks up a cup of coffee from one of the counters, walks to the container of sugar and begins spooning some into her coffee. I can see the cat food mixed with the sugar as she puts it in the cup. I wonder when she will notice and now she will react (I assume she will be angry). Suddenly, I am afraid. I know my wife and I are being chased and we need to hide. We move across the room to a door. I open the door which leads to a dark basement. The stairs leading down are very old and don’t look very safe. We descend the steps anyway. The basement has a dirt floor. There are roughly constructed work tables one every wall (running completely around the perimeter) and a long work table in the middle of the room. (The basement is much bigger than the shake, but I don’t question this.) There are old dirty canvas tarps on all the tables that hang over the edge. We move to the nearest table to our left, duck under the tarp and lay on the dirt floor. We are trying to hide. I peek out from the tarp and can see an archway leading outside. It is now night and I can see many eyes reflected red by some unseen light source. My wife says “Oh my God! This is just like The Hills Have Eyes!” (I know she is referencing the movie.) Suddenly I notice a young black man hiding under the table directly to my left. He is dressed in an old white button down shirt with puffy sleeves, rust orange colored pants which only come a bit below his knees and are held up with a piece of rope tied around his waist. He looks like a stereo typical slave from the 1800’s. I now know that the people outside are searching for him. He is a runaway slave and this place is part of the underground railroad. Suddenly a large group of slaves, dressed in a similar fashion to the hiding man, come in through the archway. The move around the room lifting the tarps and searching under the tables. They come to where we are hiding, lift the tarp and find up. They completely ignore my wife and me. The hiding slave stands up and smiles at the other men. One of the men hugs him and I realize that they were just playing a game. They all leave together out through the archway. My wife and I get up and move to the far left corner of the basement. We find a small room. It has a low box with a hole cut in the top. I realize it is an indoor outhouse. There is an opening cut in the wall. I look out and see a street. There is a brand new, dark blue, Nissan Altima parked about 50 yards away. My nephew is standing near the car with two other people who I don’t recognize. I turn and my wife is gone. I know she has gone back up to the first floor. I walk out of the small room and I am in a paved basement that looks very similar to the one in my house. I know I have to bring some cat up with me. I find the bag of cat food and see two sets of stairs. I take the one to the left (there is another to the right). I climb to the top and it ends at the ceiling with not where else to go. There is white cloth hanging from the ceiling and I have to push it out of the way to descend the steps. I go to the other flight of stairs and begin to ascend. As I get close to the top a large smoke gray cat sticks is paw out from under a step, right in front of my face. I smile at his playfulness. The dream fades as the light from my alarm clock wakes me up.
Awake:: 4:45 am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) D1 = 11
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) D1 = 7
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) D1 = 15 min
Emotions: Happiness & fear
Dream Signs: In a place I don’t recognize, dead grandmother, cat food in the sugar, hiding, slaves, underground railroad, magically changing scenes, basement bigger than house
Notes: No supplements last night. I am doing to meditating along with my visualization and mantras and it is really improving my ability to fall asleep. I am very happy with the detailed recall I have of my last dream of the night. I really love my new alarm clock. It wakes me up with light which doesn’t ruin my recall of my dream. I don’t remember awaking after any previous dreams.
Text Search Experiment: I am still searching for text, and using it as a reality check, throughout my day. I didn’t notice any text in my dream.