Xanous' Dream Journal

#314 – MILD – 4:32

I used a different version of MILD combined with a super quick WBTB and caffeine. This time instead of visualizing becoming lucid in a dream I visualized a stabilization technique of hand checks and rubbing. Basically its the same but I'm not doing tons of imagining. Usually I'm too tire or lazy to get very far with it but this was quick and simple.

I have a false awakening that I'm sleeping in the back yard. It seems that I have rolled in my sleep and ended up under the back deck. I see something like tent material and make the connection to camping. I remember that I was trying to get lucid and induce an in-dream-WILD.

I wander toward the alley doing long slow hulk jumps. I'm not quite sure if I am fully dreaming but after I easily clear the privacy fence I assume I am. I do another jump and land in Marvin's yard. He has a small dog that looks a lot like my mini dachshund tied to a stake. The dog keeps jumping on my leg and I find it very annoying. I try to fly away but I am stuck in long slow jumping mode. I try flapping my arms really fast but I only manage to hover slightly out of reach. I decide to just land and walk away but when I do I, my legs get tangled in the dog's chain. I try to walk it off but the chain grows with each step. I stop and manually untangle the chain from my legs. When I do, the small dog suddenly looks like my Australian Shepard that I gave to my ex during the divorce. The dog, being much larger now, crowds me and I push her away. I say, “There you go, Tybee.”

Before the dog can bother me again, I instinctively climb a nearby tree. As I move up, I realize that I am climbing with claws like a cat (felt rather than seen). That that realization causes my cat, Stella, to appear just before me. I pay over her saying something nice to her. I pause now thinking that I had actual goals rather than being a cat. I try so hard to think but frustratingly I draw a blank. I am afraid this will wake me so I say out loud, “Fuck goals.” I briefly wonder if I want to put that word in my DJ. (Fuck it. I do. Ha!)

I turn my head toward my house considering if I want to go there. Suddenly, I am laying in the threshold from my kitchen. I notice the kitchen is dark but the dining/living room is well lit. I crawl froward not sure what I'll do next. I stop when I hear the alarm clock and my son crying. I am amazed that all this noise is bleeding into my dream but not actually waking me. That thought gives me another false awakening. I watch the scene turn black and assume I am waking. (Classic Xanous mistake!)

I am now lying on my stomach in bed. I wonder about this since I NEVER sleep on my stomach. I wonder if it helps lucidity so I keep that in mind to try later. I don't hear the alarm anymore so I look at the clock. The numbers are green instead of the usual red and it reads 4:28 (SURPISINGLY ACCURATE TIME!) I think this is odd and wonder what's going on. Before I can put 2 and 2 together. I see my aunts (mother's sisters) standing in my room dressed in running clothes. The are talking about getting ready for a running event. Joyce says something about sewer issues and they will have to run in all that stench. I feel anxiety and worry that I should be getting ready to run too. I start to ask what time the race is but stop when I figure I'll probably be working anyway. I hear my son crying again and this time I actually wake up.

I feel wakeful now and worry about insomnia. I just decide to sleep expecting a LD rather than try WILD. I should have tried.

Jesus Freak - NLD - 6AM

I recall another vivid dream where I am some sort of grounds-keeper at a swanky hotel. As I am messing with some outdoor potted plants I hear a strange and wonderful version of Jesus Freak. The song brings back thoughts nostalgia and I enjoy what I hear though I really don't like Christian music anymore. I look at the band and thought there are lots of people around, absolutely no one is giving them any attention. The band stops playing and I hear one of the guys complain that every one is just ignoring them. They play again while I continue my task at hand. I take a plant into front of the hotel and notice the band is actually set up right in front of the entry way atop the large stone stairway. I have to walk past them but give a sympathetic smile as I weave my way past the musicians and instruments.
I put the plant down and decide to tell the complainer that I actually enjoyed the music. I understand the desire to make something for others to enjoy and needing someone to appreciate it. I walk to the drummer who is just sitting idle looking bummed. I wanted to tell him that I liked their version of Jesus Freak but I actually say, “I like your version of Ripleys....”
He cuts me off and says a quick, “Yeah thanks.”
I find that rude but chose to ignore it. I am more worried about saying the right thing. I stop and awkwardly laugh at my self feeling embarrassed. I say, “I mean Jesus Freak.”
All I get is another, “Yeah thanks.”
I walk away thinking, “I guess he knows already.”
The actual alarm wakes me at 6AM.