Well, 9 days later and no new LDs so I guess I'll post one from 4 nights before the last one I posted. It, too, is one during which I had lucidity but really didn't exercise much more than minimal control and conducting of the dream plot. I'm not sure whether I just enjoyed the moment (well, of course I did but, you know what I mean) or if, perhaps, I wasn't lucid enough to break the flow and do "fun things" or "lucid things" to further my skill level.
Alright, fine, I'll tell the non-lucid one before it first:
The Informer (Dream #1: 5/11/07 - 5/12/07)
I'm working on the top floor of a 2-story building. The boss is off to the side talking to a potential client or friend of his.
A short, bald guy who's painted blue (or green) appears near me suddenly. He's come to tell us stuff. The boss sees him and tells the client about him. He talks about the colored fellow like he's just another employee and is recommending him to the client.
A moment or two later, the weird dude appears again and I know he wants to talk to the boss. Since the boss is busy with someone else, he goes and stands in a somewhat darkened corner of the room. I notice how he slowly becomes transparent until I can only see the background and a vague shape of him. It's much like active camouflage and has the light warpage like that caused by hot-on-cool air or vapors.
When the boss takes a break from talking to the client, I tell him that the other guy is waiting to see him. I point to the corner, where the outline of the guy is fading still. We can barely make out his shape now. The boss goes over to him and they talk briefly before the weird dude completely vanishes.
The boss goes over to the potential client and informs him that the guy has just died and can no longer do the job. They both are visibly saddened. The boss sits down at his desk and begins to cry. I console him but I cry as well, probably more than he does. I can really empathise with his anguish.
I turn on a little TV on his desk. I then notice that the screen is such that it may be viewed from either the front or rear. I find that quite odd and unusual and point it out to the boss, who is also impressed by the state of the art technology.
I have to urinate and ask the boss to hurry up with whatever we're doing so I can go downstairs and relieve myself. I'd hate to just walk off and be rude but, damn, me 'gotsta' p!ss! After screwing around for a bit longer, I awaken and have to go take a p!ss.
This is another boring dream. No adventure, no majestic flights, just plain ole' living, slightly modified. Back to bed:
The Yard Man (Dream #2: 5/11/07 - 5/12/07)
I'm at my Grandma's (Mom's Mom) home. It bears no resemblance to her real life home. I'm on the couch. To my left is a sliding glass door that overlooks the back yard. The back yard is long and most of it is on a downward slope - away from the house - until it drops out of sight. I think my two brothers are both out there. Grandma sits next to me on the couch and asks what I want to get for lunch. After she names off a few fast food restaurants, I believe I've chosen Steak 'n' Shake.
The thin, fit yard man comes in saying he's done cutting the yard and asks to be paid now. Grandma asks how much she owes and the guy replies, "What's it worth to you?". I'm thinking $35 but she says something like: "I don't know. How about the $75 we agreed on?" He comes back with "How about $90? Can you please do $90 because the back yard is so large?" Grandma caves in and pays him his $90.
The guy gets paid and takes off. When I walk over to the glass door, I notice that the yard isn't cut at all. The front yard may be but the back is untouched by blades of any sort. I tell Grandma that she should have stuck to her guns and that she should have waited until the job was done before paying. My brother, D, and I decide to go try to hunt the guy down and make him either give the money back or come back and finish the job.
D and I are now in a shopping mall. He's to my right as we traverse the halls. I'm floating several feet above the ground with my legs folded "Indian-style". I realize that I'm naked, wearing only a bath towel around my waist. As I float partially above a fountain in the middle of the mall isle, I tell D that I'd better not let the towel fall off or I'll be charged with indecent exposure or public nudity. I cinch the towel a little tighter.
As we continue through the mall, we reach an open, outdoor transition somehow. To the left is a fenced-in area with a body of water; a pond maybe. There is a gate in the fencing. The yard guy is nowhere around so we continue around to the right.
At some point here, I become aware that I'm dreaming in a very casual, matter-of-fact manner. I just allow the dream to forge its own path while I observe, make a few comments and exercise only minimal control:
As we cross over a series of short walls, I look over to D and say, "Have you noticed how much some of the textures in this dream world look a lot like video game graphics?" He stated that he did, as he looks over in my direction. I warn him: "Whoa, yo better watch your head", as we approach a low beam that must be ducked under.
[In a fallacy of logic that only became apparent after I awoke, I made the following comments:] I say to D, "You know what's really amazing? You and I are each dreaming and in a dream world yet, we are both able to see the same things. We're both able to traverse the same terrain without blunder." He seems to agree that we're in some sort of a dream-sharing event. [I completely failed to recognize him as merely being a DC]
We pass back by - or through - the fenced-off water area. There's a small group of people there now. One is standing nears the water's edge. The water is very blue and beautiful and a small whirlpool resides near shore. The whirlpool finally weakens and dissolves, allowing me to see the fish swimming around in the shallow water. The shore and water bed are now composed of what appears to be blocks of cork.
D and I find our way into a bedroom somehow. It appears to be a little girl's room. She, a girlfriend of hers, and some guy are in there.
I, still floating with folded legs, am kind of in back and to the left of D. I'm trying to conceal the fact that I'm sifting through the girl's dresser drawers (because I love to explore in LDs. I really like seeing what kinds of items I'll find in cabinets, drawers, boxes, etc...). D helps provide cover for me, though we're actually out in plain view.
I find a drawer with some small files, torch tip cleaners, and other fine tools, which I've begun to bunch into a cluster so I can stuff them in my pockets. I'm going to bring something back from the dream world some day
A little girl comes up from my right side and tells me to "go to the bathroom, please". I can see the bathroom straight ahead of me, in back of and to the (my) right of the guy who is there. D and I passed by that way when we entered the room. I tell the little girl that I don't have to go to the bathroom but she asks again. I figure she and the others just want me to stop stealing her stuff.
I look the guy straight in the eye and say "Well, this is a dream. There's one of two things going on here: Either there's something special in that bathroom or you guys are trying to trick me so you can trap me in there. You can't hurt me so, what the hell?"
As I head for the rest room I end up waking up. I really wish I could have gone and seen what was in there.
I only now noticed that the first dream of the night ended because I had to use the real-life bathroom and it manifest itself as part of the dream. In this one, I was about to enter a bathroom when I awoke. The only obvious difference is that - this time -I didn't really have to pee: in the dream or reality. I wonder if there's any kind of connection that caused me to awaken at that point in dream 2 or if it was pure coincidence.
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