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Originally posted by In my dream journal I
It starts with me hearing Tool - H on my radio I just turned on. I decide to quickly turn it off. I only heard a few notes and no vocals. I decide it would be better if I was singing myself, and so I did. I could actually sing too, it wasn't like I could barely raise my voice. I was doing good, I was content. I felt like I was in control.
The dream cuts to an unrelated scene. I'm in my bathroom, and I am looking in my mirror. It's the middle of the night. I see myself, and try to make three of me. I visualize myself coming apart laterally. I do, and there is five of me. We are sort of overlapping in the shoulder areas, though. I'm in the middle and there are two to each side. The ones immediately to the side are a little blurry, while the outer selves are quite fuzzy. They clones are detuned.
It cuts again. I am in a my room, by myself laying on the floor. I'm in the corner on the opposite side of the door, on the other side of the bed. I am where the nightstand and trash can should be. I'm trying to have an out of body experience. I see my body laying there paralyzed. I am starting to disconnect from it, and I'm trying to roll over and out of myself.
I am now in the same room, under a thin white blanket and my oldest brother and his family is there. I hear his son, my nephew. I jump right out of my body into the upper corner of the room, so I can observe everything. I am going to scare him right when he comes to get me. I see him get excited when he sees the blanket. He is almost 3-yrs old, and can tell someone is under there. He runs and jumps at me. I decide I can't scare him, so I teleport my body, and he lands on an empty sheet. He wonders \"Hey! what happened\"?
I'm in my room again, my feet, arse, and left palm are touching the floor. My knees are bent out, I'm sitting up, and my right hand is in between my legs. I have the female's genitals, and I'm stroking my clitoris going left and right. I observe this from out of body, and I see my outer body's legs while I also see my whole physical body.
The dream jumps again, this time to my backyard. The neighbor's yard is offset from ours, and he has four black dogs and they are barking. His wall runs perpendicular to ours, and intersects in the middle of our yard. Our wall is a brick higher. I hear the dogs barking, and I decide to stick my head over and rile them up since I knew I was in the safety of my own yard.
When holding myself up, my hand is on their side of the fence. Then I realize they can jump that high so I put it on our brick, which is higher, and I know they can't jump that high. One of the dogs jumps onto his fence and starts walking over to my hand. I pull a gun out of nowhere and blast the dog. I know this is a dream, and I see the bullet as the dream follows the bullet all the way through the dog, carving out a cylindrical tunnel. The dog is unphased, and I fall into my yard. I try again shooting him. It pushes the dog back some, but not enough.
I look into the night sky, and lift off. I assume the lotus position, and start going *AUUUUM*. Quickly, everything turns black. I'm going upwards really fast. After awhile, I temporarily get impatient. I get tired of wasting my time seeing black, but I remember I'm meditating, so it's worth it. Soon out of the black, I see two right triangles materializing, that together form a tall rectangle. The higher I go, the more solid this becomes, until it comes into true form. It's like I'm traveling into a different dimension/density.
The triangles turn into the inner wall of an internal staircase. The triangles are outlined in light green, with the light colored grain of the wood still there. This staircase has been carved into the inside of a tall tree. I am almost at the top of the stairs. The stairs go in a squared spiral. I am one turn from the last set of stairs. I see the tree as a whole, and it is quite tall. I know there are so many more steps below me than above me, I'm almost there. I walk these final steps to find my twin brother at the top. Also, I find a quite wise man, who takes the form of Benjamin Franklin. He also has an assistant. Ben is wearing a three piece suit with a fob showing. His assistant was also dressed nice, and wearing a monocle. Ben tells the assistant to schedule an appointment for me.
I see the tree from the outside. It's two or three hundred feet tall, with a very thick base. I didn't see any roots in the tree because it wasn't in the ground...it was just out there by itself. The tree looked like it was dying. It was quite old, given it's height. There was no foliage and only five or so branches at the very top of the tree. The color of the tree was similar to an ash tree, mainly gray with some white in it.
The dream cuts again and I'm in the same patch of grass in my backyard. This time I see a spirit standing there, in the characteristic 3D outline of semi-random colors. She takes off for the sky, but not straight up, her path is bent. I take off after her, also bending in my path. I don't see her until after a while, her face is right in front of mine. I especially see her lips, which are puffy and make me think she is Angelina Jolie. After I wake up, I realize her lips were not that puffy, and that she was probably my dream guide.
The dream cuts again, this time I'm inside a house. I have blankets and I'm looking for a place around a house to sleep. I was going to sleep on the floor, where I normally do. I find five places in total. There was one place I had my eye on, a really comfortable waterbed. I knew I had slept on it before and it was quite good. I go back to the first spot I found because I wanted to sleep there, only to find it occupied. The next one is occupied by someone I know. On the waterbed someone is there, and he even is bold enough to make the declaration that he deserves to sleep there tomorrow too. I'm not going to argue with him, I settle in on the floor where I normally sleep.
It cuts to a weather man, doing the weather. He is just in doors somewhere, and he looks fine at camera level. Then he starts talking about mold, and it shows his feet and the baseboard. There is a screw between his parted feet. His pants are too short, his shoes aren't tied and he looks like a mess at the ground level. He pulls away the baseboard, and runs a finger in the mold.
It cuts again to a local weatherman inside the news station. He continues the talk on mold, but everyone in the news station starts carrying on conversation. Someone, attempting to do a Kramer from Seinfeld impression, blurts out \"Hey! Hey! Hey!\" like Fat Albert. This causes the weatherman to stop and ask \"What was that\"?
I've considered maybe I'm integrating my dreaming and waking selves. This really doesn't fit though, because when I'm lucid, I rarely take control and change things. I really don't teach myself to do things in the lucid dream. I am rather receptive to others thoughts (i.e. when Leo Volont mentioned how good meditating was in a dream, not too long after I meditated in a non-lucid dream). Even factoring that in, it is quite improbable to have so many interesting events happen in one dream.