Thread: Raklet's Dream Journal

A muscular (body builder muscular) black man and a beautiful (and beautifully shaped) blond woman were walking along a paved path at the head of a beach. It was summer time and there were lots of people milling around the beach. The man was wearing a black and white pair of women's bikini bottoms (floral pattern) . The woman had on the matching bikini top (very skimpy, lots of curves) and a pair of blue and white men's board shorts. I assumed that they had traded bottoms for some reason

Yeah, except that I had the weirdest thought that the woman was probably you,

Haha.... Except I'm far too practical and modest to be wearing a skimpy little bikini top. I mean how would that be to have that come off when you are diving and swimming? I can never understand why girls want to dress like that. The shorts, on the other hand, are very practical, and something that I do wear while at the Lake and sitting on rough rocks and kayaking, etc.

My only guess is that the man in the bikini bottoms is European. I can always recognize the Europeans when I'm at the Lake. No offense to the Europeans here, but I don't know how they could wear those tight little Speedo bottoms and not feel self conscious....

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

Haha.... Except I'm far too practical and modest to be wearing a skimpy little bikini top. I mean how would that be to have that come off when you are diving and swimming? I can never understand why girls want to dress like that. The shorts, on the other hand, are very practical, and something that I do wear while at the Lake and sitting on rough rocks and kayaking, etc.

That's one of the reason I decided it wasn't you. I can't picture you dressing like that. The other reason, I don't think there is a mean bone in your body.

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

My only guess is that the man in the bikini bottoms is European. I can always recognize the Europeans when I'm at the Lake. No offense to the Europeans here, but I don't know how they could wear those tight little Speedo bottoms and not feel self conscious....

No, he was definitely American. And he wasn't wearing a speedo. He was wearing the woman's floral pattern bikini bottom, while she was wearing his board shorts.

Originally Posted by raklet

That's one of the reason I decided it wasn't you. I can't picture you dressing like that. The other reason, I don't think there is a mean bone in your body.

Yeah, for better or for worse, that is probably true, too.

No, he was definitely American. And he wasn't wearing a speedo. He was wearing the woman's floral pattern bikini bottom,

I don't know...some of them look pretty feminine to me....

But anyway, funny how things get mixed up in dreams... sooo many dream signs to miss.....



Good recall on the last dream.

Originally Posted by Burned up

Hi Raklet - it seems like you have two dreams or at least two consecutive themes in one dream. Lots of recall - very jealous.



This seems to be about access to the feminine part of you (I have lots of these sorts of dreams) which you really want to do, especially to find the special person for you and make contact with "her". Trouble is, "father" wouldn't approve. Father is usually our rulegiver self when we dream of him, although your experience of your father may lead you to other meanings. Either way, you are embarassed or scared to admit to "him" that you want to make contact with "her".

You'll have to explain to me what "feminine side" means in psychology terms. Because my idea of what it means according to the popular media is not something I want to approach!

Originally Posted by Burned up

Yes, and I'm finding it hard to get a hook on this. The spiritual part of you is present (the bit that defies rational understanding) and is offering friendship. However in the conversation at the end he tells you that there is some connection between mother and baby. But it's not like you see this, you are told second hand in a conversation that starts with (rational) concepts like physics. Nope, can't go any further and still make sense.

Superb dream to have, though.

I got a new church job that carries lots of responsibility, but the position is volunteer and I'm not sure I've fully warmed up to it yet. Asking for the clothes is asking me to commit myself to do the job fully, but holding back a few items suggests my hesitance in doing so.

My wife is pregnant. The arms suggest a bond that ties mother and baby together. This is something I can only ever know from second hand information, but will never truly know for myself because men can't have babies.

Originally Posted by raklet

You'll have to explain to me what "feminine side" means in psychology terms. Because my idea of what it means according to the popular media is not something I want to approach!

Nothing to do with cross-dressing if that's what you're worried about.

For a man, the feminine side usually relates to the heart - emotions etc - and the things a man projects onto women in order to know if he likes her or not. Men may not consider themselves beautiful for example, but inside us there is a concept of beauty that we have access to and can apply to ourselves for example. Ditto intuitive, gentle, that kind of thing. Basically, whatever those girls in the locker room were all about! Like all these things there will be a universal, a cultural and a personal part of our construct of "feminine".

Clearly women will have a masculine side in the same way. (And tend to be less embarassed talking about it for some reason).

Originally Posted by raklet

I got a new church job that carries lots of responsibility, but the position is volunteer and I'm not sure I've fully warmed up to it yet. Asking for the clothes is asking me to commit myself to do the job fully, but holding back a few items suggests my hesitance in doing so.

My wife is pregnant. The arms suggest a bond that ties mother and baby together. This is something I can only ever know from second hand information, but will never truly know for myself because men can't have babies.

Yes, so there's quite a bit of processing of RL in your dream. Sounds like you're trying to make sense of both new roles and applying rational reason to it like an archetypal man would! But maybe the answer lies elsewhere? (please refer to the first part of your dream!)

cool dreams man nice one on the lucid to strange with the random shock I cant say I have had anything like that at all

Originally Posted by Sara

@Caradon: LOL getting shocked from diving into a television. Did you try it again? Lol, no I got up and was stunned. And I said "I'm not going to try that again!" It was a very unpleasant feeling.

But I think I will try it again just to prove to myself that I can do it without getting shocked. I play with power lines all the time in Lucids after all.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

I wonder if that is related. Did you wake up right away?

No, it was actually part of a really long Lucid. I didn't wake up until I got involved in some sexual stuff.

Originally Posted by Caradon

No, it was actually part of a really long Lucid. I didn't wake up until I got involved in some sexual stuff.

Maybe yours really was a dream of the memory of when you got shocked.

I am finding out that if I don't get enough sleep I have terrible dream recall. For me, that magic number of "enough" is at least eight hours along with a nap during the day. The eight hours *must* occur between 9:30 PM and 6:30 AM. If I go to sleep any earlier, I wake up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep. On the other end, I cannot sleep longer that 6:30 AM. My body is trained to be up and about at an early hour.

As for dreams last night.....it was past 11:30 PM before I went to bed (late evening church meeting that went too loooong), so I have just a few fragments.


Fragment 1
No memory of the dream, I just remember getting a physical electric shock (as previously described) that caused me to bite the inside of my lip (it is still sore).

Fragment 2
I was in a hurry to go somewhere, so I took a 30 second shower with my clothes on.

Fragment 3
My wife wanted a private moment with me in the middle of the night. It was so real I still struggle sorting out dream from reality. The only thing that clued me in was in my dream, she was standing on the left of the bed, but physically I could hear her breathing in her sleep on my right. That realization caused me to wake up.

Fragment 4
Repeat of fragment 3.

Sugar Harvest on the Gingerbread Culdesac

Nov 22, 2007. 4:50 a.m. A non lucid dream.

It is sugar beet harvest and my dad and I are ready to start on a new field. The few remaining fields are all arranged around a culdesac that is shaped like a gingerbread man. My dad keeps asking me to decided which field we should start on first. Imagine staring at a gingerbread man from an overhead view. I choose to start in the field that is cradled between his head and his left arm. We debate the pros and cons of this and finally settle on my choice.

When harvesting sugar beets, it is necessary to dig the rows in the exact same order that they were planted or else the crop will not be harvested properly. Therefore it is necessary to "find" the rows before you can put your digger into the ground(IRL). I start walking through the field to find the rows. It is difficult because of the odd shape of the field. I am wondering how I will find the rows when I come across twelve rows of planted beans. These rows run right down through the sugar beet field. I ask my dad, "are beans planted on the same spacing as sugar beets?" "Yes, they are." he says (IRL they are not). I am happy about this because now I have a place to start and have found my rows.

"Ok, son, we need to drain this field now. I want you to follow the irrigation canal and start opening the ditch gates to let the water out of the field". There is a twisting and curving ditch that snakes its way along one edge of the field. I proceed to open the gates. It is a wet and muddy job, but I don't mind this kind of work. As I get farther along the ditch, the bank rises until is above my head. I open a gate, and then wonder what is behind the ditch. I climb a ladder up the ditch bank so that I can see over into the sugar beet field. I am expecting to see sugar beets, but I only see grass and pasture. I realize that I have gone past the boundary of the field.

As I watch the water pour out of the ditch, I realize that I have opened up too many ditch gates. My dad notices as well and starts to yell at me for being such an idiot. I offer to close the gates, but he tells me it is too late and not to worry about it.

I wander off to the south, following the path that the draining water takes. I come upon a corn field and am fascinated by the corn chopper and how it effortlessly moves through the crop, cutting and shredding it into little pieces. I follow this machine to the other end of the corn field and emerge in a clearing to see a house that is designed with a very modern look. The house has two levels, but each level is square. They are offset from each other to provide and aesthetic look. The walls are covered in yellow stucco. The whole front wall of the house is a solid seamless glass wall, that allows one to look inside and view all that is taking place. I find it odd that this house only has a single room on the bottom floor. I walk into the house to inspect it closer. The place seems to be deserted. There are random bits of furniture placed throughout the first floor. Everything is covered in dust and garbage is strewn everywhere.

I ask my dad why the owners don't take better care of their house. He tells me that their daughter recently moved off to college and that they now occupy the second floor. They don't pay much attention to the first floor anymore. I walk to the kitchen and see a pile of blankets on the floor. It look like something is laying underneath the blankets. I nudge the blankets with my foot and the whole mass starts to squirm. I can see that something is working its way out from beneath the blankets. I start to say "nice doggy" and I pet its fur. My dad tells me to "be careful, because that is not a dog". I look again and see that it is actually a cougar. I realize that the owner had found and domesticated a big mountain lion. This cougar was strange though, because it had a sort of "doggy" face as if it had somehow been crossbred with a canine.

We leave the house and head back to the ditch to see if the water has finished draining yet. The ditch still appears quite full and I realize that I am hungry. Some of my friends are sitting around the ditch and one of them tells me, "Try the seaweed, it is delicious". Everybody else thinks this is a disgusting idea, but my friends is happily pulling up bunches of seaweed, swishing them in the muddy water to "wash them off", and then eating them. The stuff does not look like seaweed to me. Instead it appears to only be hairy moss/algae (the long ropy stuff that grows from the floor of a pond up to the surface), but I decided that it is seaweed and that I am going to eat it. I pull up a strand and swish it around to "rinse" it. "Only eat the hairy parts. If you eat the slimy green moss on it, you will get sick and die" says my friend. I gingerly take a bite and find that it is not too bad. "Hey! I found mushrooms" shouts a friend. I look over to see mushrooms growing on a tree. My friend is plucking them off like apples. I am amazed that he has found edible mushrooms because they don't grow around these parts. I don't give it a second thought that they are growing on trees.

We also find green onions growing nearby. We pluck our mushrooms and gather up green onions and seaweed. Once we have these items, we go back to the square house to cook breakfast. The last thing I remember is the sound of mushrooms sautéing in the frying pan.

Sugar harvest -

What a huge dream. Lots of fertile land and lots of fruits of the land too. Can I have a go?

My focus was more on the house. The upper floors were inhabited - some say this implies the head rather than the heart. Also fits Freud's model. I think this hypothesis can be further established by the fact that the girl has moved out. Female DCs often refer to the heart and male DCs to the head in keeping with our cultural stereotypes. This could mean that your emotional self is in a state of learning (college) just now and may appear to be unavailable.

On the other hand, Father frequently represents values, morals, beliefs ethics etc from childhood.

Not being a farmer, I'd hesitate to offer meanings of farming-related imagery to you as I'm bound to be too far removed.

Originally Posted by Burned up

Sugar harvest -

What a huge dream. Lots of fertile land and lots of fruits of the land too. Can I have a go?

Sure. If you ever come to the States and want to drop in for a visit, you are welcome. I'll show you around the farm and let you play with "big boy toys" (tractors, trucks, etc)! Just beware, I live in the middle of

Your Dad's kind of mean in your dreams! Mine is always annoying me in mine.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Your Dad's kind of mean in your dreams! Mine is always annoying me in mine.

Oh interesting. As I read back through all of my dreams, I see that he does come across as mean (but he is not IRL). I wonder why that is?

Maybe...Burned up is right about the interpretation. I'm surprised you didn't notice that about your dream-dad--that was one of the first things I noticed in reading your dreams. Maybe since you are a Dad too there is something about that (not that you are a mean Dad! Maybe you just feel like a lot of responsibility or something, and the mean dream Dad represents that, trying to teach the values and stuff.)

Well if nothing else, you can use it as a dream sign--remember: Dad being a jerk--you're dreaming!

(My Dad is annoying IRL too; I don't know what my annoying dream-dad means. I find ethics and values annoying? Well, this is your dream journal we should stick to analyzing you.)

Football Fragment

Nov 23, 2007. 7:40 a.m. A lucid dream *

* I'm not sure if this was a bona fide dream or if it was more my thought and desire for it to be a dream. It happened right at the very end of the night (7:40 am) when I was in that no-man's land between waking and sleeping. I had already woken several times due to the noise of morning activity around me, but I would always think "just a few seconds longer" and let myself drift back off (but only to light restless sleep). I didn't remember any dreams from the night and wanted to see if I could at least get one. I faded in and out of this waking sleeping cycle for sometime, when suddenly I had a brief fragment flash across my vision. The fragment was so impossible that I knew I was dreaming. I immediately thought "I'm lucid" and tried some stabilizing techniques to keep the dream going, but my wife interrupted me by telling me it was time to get up. My problem with being "lucid" is I don't really know if I was or if I only wanted to believe I was and was interjecting my own thoughts to make it seem that I was (remember I am borderline awake as it is). The question still remains for me "Was I awake and only daydreaming with a subsequent desire to believe I was lucid? Or did I really have a brief dream and moment of lucidity?"


An announcer is saying, "The quarterback throws long. The crowd is going wild. Will he catch it......The receiver (me) catches it! Touchdown!". I immediately think to myself "That's totally a dream. I suck at catching and me making a touchdown would never happen." The moment I believe I am lucid, the dream starts to fade. I sit down on the astro turf and try feeling the texture of the rug. The dream hangs around but is dark and fuzzy. I think "more clarity, increase vividness." I remember that sara looks at objects, so I say "I need an object to look at." A child's spillproof cup appears in my hand. I study the translucent orange plastic and the writing on it. Maybe I really am lucid instead of just wishing it to be. I am just getting ready to explore the dream some more (which will tell me whether I am really lucid), when my wife comes in and tells me it is time to get up.

Originally Posted by raklet

Football Fragment

Nice one man!! it certainly sounds lucid to me!

I totally know that hazy feeling happens to me sometimes wheni im lucid

Yeah, I would count that as a lucid too!
I've noticed there is a thin line between daydreaming, HI and a real dream, but as far as I know: if you can focus on something you hear or see and the image/sound doesn't disappear quickly, it's a dream.

I remember that sara looks at objects, so I say "I need an object to look at." A child's spillproof cup appears in my hand.

Haha, I like that you think of 'my' technique to stabilise the dream and I'm happy for you that it seemed to work too :-)
Too bad it was already this late and your wife woke you up, but at least you got a nice lucid experience and remembered some stabilisation techniques!

Yeah, a lucid!

Thanks to all for their encouragement and inspiration.

Congratulations on the lucid! One thing that has occasionally helped me when things are dark, is to really yell "Clarity!" or "Lights!" pretty loud, not just say it quietly. You did really good with remembering to do some things to stabilize the dream. That can be hard to remember.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

yell "Clarity!" or "Lights!" pretty loud, not just say it quietly.

Thanks, I will remember that and give it a try.

You don't sit down on the field after a touchdown. You're supposed to do a cocky dance!

I usually rely on the sense of movement to make my lucids clearer, but recently I realize engaging any of your senses works just as well. The more the better. Touch, taste, smell, sound, movement. Somebody here was smelling and licking a necklace. It sounds silly, but it's a perfectly valid method.

Originally Posted by The Cusp

You don't sit down on the field after a touchdown. You're supposed to do a cocky dance!

And lose the dream? No way!

No dreams

I'm reading EWLD and got to the part about MILD. I am remembering at least one dream per night and am pretty good about remembering to do things during the day, so I decided to give it a try. I told myself that I would wake up after a dream and I would remember it. I did this while falling asleep.

I awoke at 2:00 a.m. and knew that I had just finished a dream, but could not remember what it was. I lay for several minutes pondering the dream, what I was feeling, etc, when I finally got a fragment back. It was my in-laws dog barking. I knew I could use this as a dream-sign because my in-laws live in a different state than I do.

I closed my eyes and started repeating over and over "Next time I dream, I will remember I am dreaming." I imagined the dog barking and pictured myself becoming lucid due to the dog's barking. I visualized what I would do once I became lucid, and then returned to repeating "Next time I dream, I will remember I am dreaming." This didn't seem to go on for too long a time, but when I checked my watch, an entire hour had passed. I got a drink, stretched for a minute, and then went back to bed to try again. I started the whole process over again and managed to kill another hour doing this.

I wasn't too worried about being awake for two hours because LaBerge assures his readers "If it takes you a long time to fall asleep while practicing this method, don’t worry: The longer you’re awake, the more likely you are to have a lucid dream when you eventually return to sleep. This is because the longer you are awake, the more times you will repeat the MILD procedure, reinforcing your intention to have a lucid dream. Furthermore, the wakefulness may activate your brain, making lucidity easier to attain."

I finally fell asleep and slept straight through to 8:00 a.m.


So much for my attempts last night. I feel partially frustrated by my attempts to LD. Whenever I actively try an LD method such as MILD or WILD, I end up in some sort of meditative / trance state in which I can easily pass hours of time with my thoughts to keep me company, but never get any dreams out of it. I wish somebody out there could relate to my experience and give me some advice, but nobody else seems to experience this particular type of thing.