The next two dreams are what I considered to be my first "real" LDs - meaning they lasted more than one second. I have had a couple of experiences prior where I would become lucid and the dream would immediately end, but I've finally managed to stay in for a few seconds and get some details from the dream (rather than it just dying).
Horses and Hydraulics 2
Nov 14, 2007. 1:35 a.m. A lucid dream.
I went to bed with the thoughts "I will not WILD. I will not even worry about dreaming....but I will have an LD." I kept saying things to this effect until I drifted off to sleep.
I was dreaming of horses and hydraulics again. The image was much clearer this time. A backhoe attachment was connected to a group of horses (it literally grew out of their collective rear ends). The horses provided the power needed to run the backhoe. The end of the dipper stick had a bucket, claw combination on it that would allow for both scooping and grasping of objects. I was operating the machine inside of the clerks office at the church house and was using the claw to try and grab a tire valve step that I kept referring to in my dream as the "nipple". When the horse/hydraulic images appeared again, I thought to myself "hey, my dream from last night. I know I'm dreaming." But I didn't push the issue and try to become any more clear on the issue. At one point I checked my watch (for real). It was 1:11 a.m. After checking it, I immediately fell back into the dream. I could feel myself fading back into the dream to just enjoy it, and I would enjoy it for a little while, but then my head would remind me again that I was dreaming (I think it was mostly from how utterly ridiculous the construct of the dream was). This happened a few times until I started to become really clear about the fact that I was dreaming. At this point I had a hold of the "nipple" and was trying to lift it. When I became really aware about the idea that I was dreaming, then the dream started to shift wildly as if it was trying to wrest control away from me. I tried to hold onto the image, spin, rub, whatever, but it was no use. The nipple turned into a big chunk of iron pipe and then the pipe became embedded into a piece of concrete. Next, I was trying to rip the pipe and concrete out of an even larger pipe that it was connected to. Then the dream ended.
I was excited, but relaxed about this at the same time and decided to just go back to sleep. I wasn't going to try to hang on to the dream or WILD or do anything else to recover. I just lay there pleasantly drowsing when I felt myself go numb and tingly (kind of like the same feeling I have when I am dreaming and realize I have gone spontaneously lucid). Rather than get excited, I just took a hands off approach to see where this would lead. I let my thoughts drift and tried to just go back to sleep, but my mind stayed awake and kept hanging on to this sensation and listening to what was going on around me. The tingling and numbness got stronger and stronger as if something was going to happen, but then my wife started to stir, shifted, and then pulled the covers away from me. This woke me up for good and I came out to write this all down 1:35 a.m.
Back to bed to see what other dreams I can have!
The mobster made me lucid
Nov 14, 2007. 3:43 a.m. A lucid dream.
I was driving down State street in Salt Lake City heading north towards the Capitol building. Except that the building no longer existed, nor the mountains to the north for that fact. The road ran straight on out into the desert and then into nothingness. As I drove down the street, I recalled seeing a waste transfer station on my left. The amount of trash that had collected there over the years was appalling. There were mountains and mountains of trash (hundreds of feet high) that covered the entire lot. A large building was right in the middle of the lot. This was the building were the waste was received and then cast out into the lot. I got a little ways past this place, when my Ford pickup started to sputter. I looked down to see that I was almost out of gas. There was no gas station in sight. I turned around and headed back for town, hoping that I would be able to find a station. I came back to the waste transfer station and had to cross a set of railroad tracks. On the south side of the tracks, the road made a slight incline up. My pickup stuttered and struggled to get up the home, but as soon as I cleared it, I was able to start coasting back downhill.
I saw an old Mexican restaurant off to my left. It looked like it had an old time fuel pumping station in the driveway, so I pulled in. I discovered that the pump was just decoration. I remember being disappointed at this. I decided to enter the restaurant and ask if there was a fueling station nearby. I talked to a shifty, seedy character that looked like he had done too much meth over the years. He told me that he was the owner and that there was a fueling station back to the north. I responded that I didn't have any money and asked if I could borrow some. He got a glint in his eye as if he were scheming something and told me that yes he did have money. He pulled an old very worn dollar bill from his pocket. In addition to the standard US government markings on the bill, it had the minted words "players money" on both sides. He told me that this was a very rare, valuable bill that needed to be returned to its rightful owner. If I would take the bill and deliver it to the owner, the owner would give me gas in return.
I got in my pickup and headed back to the north. Everything that I had seen on the first trip to the north was now gone and had been replaced by the gravel road and farmlands that are to the north of my dad's house. As I approached the 600s, 800w intersection, I could see lines of men dressed in black and carrying guns approaching the intersection from the west. There was a dusty grey new model Cadillac sitting at the intersection. I pulled up my pickup, parked and got out. I approached the Cadillac and could see a handsome, older man sitting inside. He had a full head of silvery gray hair. As I got closer to the car, he began to look extremely nervous. He rolled down the window and wanted to know why there were so many people there. I looked back and saw that a whole crowd had gathered. There were a couple of white pickups and I remember seeing three police officers. I could read their intentions and they were just curious about what was going on. None of them wanted to cause trouble or arrest the mobster, but he didn't know that. He had asked for the bill, which I had handed to him, but as I was starting to ask about gas for my pickup, he stated that he was "getting outta here". He slammed the car into drive and pressed on the accelerator. By this time, a group of kids had wandered up and were standing in front of his car. The mobster hit a little girl and ran over her head with his front tire. I could see that she was going to be ok, but I was pissed and I wasn't going to let him get away with that. I lunged at the car and grabbed at the open front passenger window. I was able to pull myself half way inside the car. I told the mobster that "nobody hurts kids" and that he was going to pay for that. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. I was trying to grab him or the gun, but couldn't reach either. I remember starting to feel helpless and that something bad was going to happen to me.
(Spontaneous lucidity occurs)
I found that I was now able to grab the mobster and I got a hold of his hair and began to pull. His beautiful gray hair was nothing but a wig. I gripped it with my left hand and tugged as hard as I could. His wig felt just like the rough material of my bedspread (I remember having a hold of the bed covers and pulling on them at this point). I started to reach for his throat with my right hand, but my arm stretched out and became blurry and thin. The fingers started to disappear one at a time and then my arm dissolved. At this point the dream ended.
While I lay relaxing in bed, going over the dream, I got the same numb tingly feeling again that I described in dream "Horses and Hydraulics 2". Maybe I wasn't going to WILD after all, but rather this is just how my body feels when I wake up from a lucid but don't stir myself to activity. Maybe my body is still just partially asleep.
Another interesting side note about the point when I became lucid. I became lucid because of imminent danger and fear of being harmed. I have had this happen to me once before. It was a dream that I had just days after starting to read about lucid dreaming. I hadn't gotten really serious about it yet and wasn't keeping a dream journal. Because of this I didn't write the dream down - especially because it was such a low level lucid that I didn't think it counted, but I can still remember the dream quite clearly. I shall write it in an entry "Attacked by wolves" for remembrance.
Attacked by wolves
Date and time unknown. A lucid dream.
I was driving my pickup up a hill towards a secret enclave hidden back in the mountains. I came to a steep section of the road that had water running down it and the road was washed out. I put my pickup in four-wheel drive, but was unable to get up the hill before becoming stuck. I exited my pickup and began to walk the rest of my journey. I could see a two story building to my left. A large dog was sitting on the second story balcony. He did not look friendly. I remember thinking of how glad I was that he was up there and could not get me. But then the dog exited the balcony and came down a set of stairs that I had not noticed previously.
I began to move away from the house at a faster rate so that I could stay away from the dog. He came up to my pickup and then stopped there, but continued to watch me. As I came to the top of the hill, I could see a large flat area ahead of me. I knew the secret enclave was at the end of this area. As I tried to cross, a pack of wolves appeared from the left and began approaching. The were spaced out in a line that covered the flat area from one end to the other. They were each about 10 feet apart. I could sense that they were sentries to protect the enclave and they didn't know who I was. They began approaching me faster and were going to attack. I turned and ran back towards my pickup, but could see that the big dog was still sitting there. I felt helpless and in danger. I suddenly realized that I was dreaming and told myself that I could not be hurt by the wolves. I turned around and ran back at them with the full intent of ripping them all to pieces with my bare hands. The scattered like leaves in the wind and I remember an intense satisfaction at having beat them. The dream ended.
A fuzzy end to the night
Nov 14, 2007. 6:30 a.m. A non lucid dream.
I had one more dream that I don't recall too much. I was in a large excavator trying to pound a post into the ground with the bucket. At one point I do remember thinking, "this is strange, am I dreaming?" But I never did follow up on it and missed my chance to become lucid.
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