Raklet's Dream Journal

[raklet]

I've been keeping a dream journal, but have been too chicken to put it up for the whole world to see. Well, I've decided to take the plunge and start posting my dreams here. I'm going to go back in time a bit a put up some of my past dreams. Lucid parts will be in blue. If anyone has any other suggestions for formatting to make the journal more readable, let me know.

[raklet]

The missionaries Nov 3, 2007. 5:30 a.m. A non lucid dream. This dream was visually vague to nearly visually empty. It occurred more as a series of thoughts than anything. I remember that the dream was rich in detail, but even upon just barely waking I had a hard time remembering a lot of the details. I have not had a chance to write this down until almost 15 hours later and there is not much of the dream left. Here is what I remember. Two missionaries, Elder Bryson and Elder Broxx (how it was spelled in the dream), were in their apartment when they heard a knock on the door. Two kids were standing outside with their bikes. They said that they had ridden to the apartment from a long distance away and wondered if the missionaries would give them a ride home in their car. The Elders called the kids' parents to let them know that they were ok and that they would be bringing them home. The kids were going to leave their bikes and come back for them at a later time. The Elders had been discussing eating at an Asian restaurant before the kids came to the door. They asked the kids if they would pay for the meal at the restaurant in exchange for the ride home. A tractor in the pond Nov 4, 2007. 4:30 a.m. A non lucid dream. I was driving a John Deere 8120 tractor pulling an implement I had never seen before. The implement would remove the leaves off of a sugar beet field. The implement is not like one that is currently used in the industry for this purpose. I had never driven this implement before and was having a hard time getting it positioned and operating correctly. My dad was standing outside the tractor waving his arms and cursing at me for my ineptitude. I finally got everything set and put the tractor in gear. It started moving down the field very rapidly (faster than an actual tractor can go). There were hand lines placed on either side of the implement so I had to watch them to make sure that I didn't crash into them. I was so focused on avoiding obstacles and watching the machine behind, that I didn't see a pond coming up in front of me. When I saw it, I took the tractor out of gear, cut the throttle, and slammed on the brakes to avoid going into the pond. It was too late. The front tires ran down the slope of the bank and sunk into the mud. The back tires started to follow. I put the tractor into reverse and tried to back out, but the tractor kept slipping further into the pond. I put the tractor back into forward, changed it to the highest gear, and gave it full throttle. The tractor zoomed out of the mud, floated to the surface of the pond, and began to move across it as if it were a boat. I knew that if I could get it going fast enough, it would be able to force its way through the mud on the opposite bank and come up out of the pond. The tractor hit the opposite bank and pushed its way through. When I first splashed into the pond, I could see my dad's waving and cursing turn into outright rage and sorrow. He was weeping and cursing and pulling his hair at the thought of me destroying a $100,000 piece of equipment. When the tractor made it out of the pond and was ok, his rage and sorrow turned to rejoicing. He was cheering, jumping in the air, and pumping his fists straight up into the air like sports fans do when their favorite team scores a goal.

[raklet]

UFOS and Trucks Nov 6, 2007. 1:00 a.m. A non lucid dream Very vague dream with little recall. It had to do with UFOS and Semi Trucks. I can remember one visual image of the UFO. It was small and I could carry it in my pocket. In "storage mode" it was flat with ridged edges like a coin. It was made of a very vulnerable substance. When I took it out of my pocket it expanded to gigantic size and covered itself in a tough metallic armor. It then had the familiar dish shape of a UFO. The armor was pie shaped slices that would vertically rise from the tops and bottoms of the wafer. When they were fully extended, then they folded over 90 degrees and spun a quarter turn to interlock with each other - forming a thick impenetrable skin. A weight on my mind Nov 9, 2007. 6:30 a.m. A non lucid dream. The last few days have been terrible for dreaming. I have been obsessed with WILDing and have tried it every night over the last week but all I have managed to do is make myself extremely tired. I think this has interfered with my dream recall ability. I know I have had dreams over the past few nights, but I can't remember any of them. Even when I would wake up directly from a dream with the intent of getting the key points down, I couldn't do it. Even the biggest details were gone. Yesterday, I read about dream yoga. I decided that I am going to pursue this course instead of trying to master WILD. I consciously decided to give up on WILD for the time being, and went to bed with a peace of mind that I would sleep through the night. Was I wrong! I received a new position in my church that carries quite a bit of time commitment and responsibility with it. I know I am capable of doing this job and don't feel particularly stressed out about it, but my dreams sure disagreed with me on that point last night. I woke up around 2:30 a.m. to go to the bathroom and get a drink. I knew I had been dreaming about tractors and trucks (this seems to be a common theme in my dreams lately) but the details are all too vague to write anymore about it. I laid back down to sleep but found that my thoughts were restless and over active. I was worrying about doing my church job and envisioning all of the responsibilities it might carry with it. I had a hard time getting back to sleep. When I did drift back to sleep, the rest of the night was spent worrying about this job. My sleep was light and restless. I finally got up at 6:30 a.m. to make myself busy with something else and escape my dreams. I don't feel well rested. I had a dim awareness throughout the dream that I was dreaming, but I'm not sure that I would classify myself as lucid. The dream didn't become any more clear or real and try as I might, I couldn't change the dream or redirect my thoughts to something else. The dream remained vague and distant and consisted only of thoughts (at least I can't remember any visual imagery).

[raklet]

Muffler Repair Nov 10, 2007. 6:30 a.m. A non lucid dream. I did manage to go back to sleep after writing my first journal entry for today. I slept lightly and remember waking frequently. Whenever I awoke I couldn't remember having dreamt anything. Close to the end of the night, I did remember something about repairing a muffler (something I did yesterday) but it was just a thought with no visual recollection. A living video game Nov 10, 2007. 14:30 p.m. A non lucid dream. I dreamed that I was playing a video game that required full body involvement. I was standing in front of a large canvas that was the display of the game. I was dressed in padding and a face mask. Flaming skulls and rock monsters were approaching from the far distant center of the screen and approaching straight towards me as if they were going to come out of the screen and attack me. As they came closer, they would grow larger until they would fill a large portion of the screen. When they got to the forefront of the screen, I would have to attack the monsters by physically punching and kicking the canvas. As the skulls would approach, I heard the command, "press 2, 1". I figured out that before the skulls arrived, I would have to press on the bottom middle of the screen and then the top middle. Then I would have to begin punching the skulls with my fist. The harder I struck at the canvas, the easier it was to kill the skulls. As I punched them, their grinning toothless faces would fracture, then crack, then finally explode into thousands of pieces. Flaming rock fragments would burst out in all directions across the screen and bounce a few times on the ground before burning out. I would just have to keep kicking and kicking the rock monsters until they fractured and exploded as well. When I got to the end level of the game, two people stood before me at a desk and told me that I would face my toughest challenge yet. They told me I would not receive any hints and that I would have to figure out what to do on my own. They set a very long wooden pole with a blue flag on the desk and then disappeared. I grabbed the pole and pulled, but it was stuck to the desk with a length of white nylon rope. I pulled harder until the pole broke free. I could see that it was actually a very long spear. I was no longer in front a large canvas, I was actually in the game itself. Once I had a hold of the spear, the desk disappeared and I knew the level was about to begin. A very big thickly built monster appeared around the corner. He looked like a golem and was made entirely of gray clay. His limbs and face were solid smooth clay, but anywhere that you could see an edge, (along the bottoms of the arms, the jawline, etc) the clay would hang off of him in large stringy ropes. I grasped the long spear in my hands and ran straight at the golem in an attempt to skewer him through the heart. As soon as the point touched the monster and began to pierce its flesh, a horrible shooting pain entered my back. I retracted the spear and the pain went away. When I tried to stab the monster again, the pain started over. I somehow knew that if I were going to kill the monster, I would kill myself in the process. The spear would surely run me through at the same time it went through the monster. I decided to give it one more attempt. I ran at the monster and began pushing with all my strength, willing myself to bear whatever would happen next. The pain was excruciating and I began to squirm and writhe in agony, trying to escape the pain. I found that if I turned to the side, the pain would ease up considerably. I turned fully to the side and saw a spear come slipping past me (the real spear). The spear in my hands faded away as this second, real spear came flying past and pierced the monster clear through. At the same time I felt impressed to jump to the side and move out of the way. An old Chevy C50 truck came careening around the corner. It was blue and had a high sided dump bed installed on the back of it. The truck struck a pile of earth which resulted in a fantastic explosion and shower of earth spraying in all directions. As it struck the pile and started to climb up it, it became top heavy and tipped over on top of the golem, squishing it into a large sticky mass.

[raklet]

Wolves in the way Nov 11, 2007. 6:30 a.m. A non lucid dream. I was living in Colorado in old west times. I was with a party of people trying to cross through the mountains in the middle of winter. The snow was deep and made for slow going. There were lots of wolves prowling around so we made sure to always keep a big fire going at night. One night, the fire no longer scared the wolves off. Several large packs of them came down and started to threaten our camp. We built more fires to try and keep them off. We had fires going all around us but the wolves were still going to break through. We fled down the canyon and I saw many more people traveling the same route. They were all being attacked by wolves. Each group had started fires but none of them scared the wolves away. There were so many fires blazing that it almost looked like daylight. One group was so desperate for fire that they had even torched a small settlement that was located on one side of the canyon. I could see all of the homes burning and even the fence that surrounded all of the homes. Wondering how I could escape the wolves, I looked around and saw a large cement pipe that went vertically down into the ground. It was about 6 feet across and 15 feet deep. A canal head gate was installed on one side of the pipe. I used this to shimmy my way down the pipe. At the bottom, the head gate was gone and the exit pipe was boarded up, but had a narrow opening large enough for me to fit through. I was waiting for the rest of my party to join me at the bottom of the pipe before going through the opening. A man from another party suddenly jumped down with us and pushed his way past everyone and jumped through the boarded up opening. He was a coward without any honor. His actions angered me and I gave him a piece of my mind. He told me he was a politician and that I was going to "pay for it". I told him that I didn't give a *, and that he could go * himself. I continued in the manner of cursing at him until he disappeared around the corner (still shouting threats back). I finally had my party with me. We broke down the boards and entered into a large tunnel. We were sloshing through knee deep water. The tunnel system went on for as far as I could see (it was lighted somehow). A friend ran up to me and told me that he couldn't find the way through to defeat the monster. It dawned on me that I had seen this maze of tunnels before in a video game and that I had already fully explored them. I told him to not worry because I knew the way. He asked if I could show him the way then, but I became distracted by looking at a blue semi trailer. It had a vacuum tube snaking its way along the side that you could put eggs into. My wife interrupted my concentration by pulling out our Cuisanart food processor and pouring in rice and M&Ms. She started to blend them together. I asked her what she was doing. She replied that she was "making Mexican candy tamales". It seems to me that I have had this dream about crossing mountains and wolves before. Horse and Hydraulics Nov 13, 2007. 7:00 a.m. A near lucid dream. Oh, the details are so vague. I probably should have gotten up earlier for better recall. I remember dreaming about horses and hydraulics. I remember thinking "this is a dream, I should become lucid". Then another part of me said, "no don't, or you will lose the dream". So I just relaxed back into the dream and let it do its things. But I remember thinking frequently throughout the dream that it was just a dream and that I should let myself become lucid.

[raklet]

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.

[Twoshadows]

Yay! I'm glad you got brave and did this. And you finally had some true lucids...that's awesome!! Congrats... So your efforts are paying off. I see that you had your LDs after you relaxed and told yourself not to worry about trying to WILD. That reminds me a bit of my own experience. After trying hard for over three weeks I finally decided that there was no such thing as LDing and that the people here were all making up stories (sorry, everyone, again ). I went to bed without worrying about it....and that night I had my first LD . So I think that while it can help to put effort into learning how to LD, that maybe it helps to back off a bit and relax sometimes. I've been keeping a dream journal, but have been too chicken to put it up for the whole world to see. This Dream Journal area is full of so many people's strange dreams that I actually don't think there is much to be embarrassed about when it comes to posting most dreams. I also think that the main people who read this section are the ones who post dreams themselves...so who are we to judge...

[raklet]

You are sweet TS. Thanks for the encouragment.

[Twoshadows]

You are sweet TS. Thanks for the encouragment. Thank you...and you're welcome... Now that you have had some LDs, check out the Tasks of the Month, if you haven't already (It's in a subforum under Lucid Experiences). I find those very motivational and fun.

[raklet]

Too tired to remember Nov 15, 2007. 6:30 a.m. A non lucid dream. First off, I didn't get home from church meetings until 11:00 p.m. By the time my wife caught me up to date on all of the days events, it was close to midnight before I went to sleep. I was so tired that I did not even bother to give myself positive affirmations about dreaming, having LDs, or anything of that sort. My head hit the pillow and I was asleep. I remember awakening from a dream for a brief moment during the night, but I was too tired to get out of bed to write it down or even try thinking about it. I didn't even take the time to glance at my watch - what a lazy clod I am! I slept straight through until 6:30 a.m. I do remember having a dream right before waking up, but it is only a fragment. Here is what I can remember of it: A watery mess I was in the clerk's office at the church. An irrigation mainline surfaced in the office in one corner. There was a 4" cap on the mainline that could be removed for access to the pipe. The access was used for draining and maintenance. I could hear water running through the pipe and then the cap started leaking water. My office filled up with water and then turned into a large irrigation pond. It literally became a pond. No office left, no church. Just a large hole in the ground in the middle of a field that was full of water. I remember feeling worried about this and not liking the dream at that point. I realized how strange it all was and thought about becoming lucid, but decided to just get out of bed and do something else instead. I didn't want anymore of this dream!

[raklet]

My dreams have dried up Nov 16, 2007. 7:06 a.m. When I had my first two LDs on Nov 14, 2007, I had great success with auto suggestion before I went to sleep. So, I thought I would experiment a little and see if I could affect my dreams last night. Besides the standard "I will remember my dreams......", I added in "Moonbeam make me Lucid. I will meet Moonbeam in my dreams." I awoke once during the night at 3:30 a.m. I knew that I had just finished dreaming, but I couldn't recall a thing. I lay in bed without moving, then I tried changing positions. I tried working backwards. Nothing worked. When I awoke three and a half hours later, I remembered a small fragment about baseball and something about swimming. Grrrr.......... My dream recall has been coming along so well, why is it drying up now?

[Moonbeam]

I added in "Moonbeam make me Lucid. I will meet Moonbeam in my dreams." Well, what a pleasant surprise at the end of this interesting dream journal. I'm just sorry it didn't work! Don't worry, I don't know why but it just happens--things are going great; then boom, nothing. That happens to me fairly often. Improving dreams and increasing control seems to be a very slow process, at least for me. However, it does improve; over time--so don't give up! It's funny how sometimes you say you can't remember anything but when you get going, a pretty respectable dream comes out. I think that happens to me too sometimes. That inspires me to try and write down anything I can remember, and see what it leads to--maybe my recall isn't as bad as I feel like it is sometimes. Your long dreams--wow! Great detail.

[raklet]

Well, what a pleasant surprise at the end of this interesting dream journal. I'm just sorry it didn't work! I don't know you that well, but you from your avatar to your writings, you seem like a very nice person. I like pleasant dreams, and I thought you might fit in there nicely. Your long dreams--wow! Great detail. That is very kind of you. I've never thought they lasted that long (at least they don't seem too while dreaming), but rather that I have a penchant to write too much!

[Moonbeam]

That is very kind of you. I've never thought they lasted that long (at least they don't seem too while dreaming), but rather that I have a penchant to write too much! No such thing, when you're writing your dreams! I like your avatar too.

[raklet]

Another dry night Nov 17, 2007 Dreaming is so much fun! I'm starting to get depressed that I can't remember a thing. I went to bed at 10:00 p.m. last night and slept until 7:00 a.m., so I should have had plenty of rest, but I can't even remember a fragment. Just another empty night. I have been fighting a small cold and constantly feel tired during the day (even with lots of sleep). Perhaps being overly tired is the cause of this. I am going to take a nap today in the afternoon and see if this helps out (maybe I will get a dream out of the nap too!)

[Twoshadows]

Totally normal. I wouldn't worry about it much. I think everyone has dry spells. I know I do. Sometimes when things are going so well for me, I think that I have it all figured out. Then I go through a dry spell. And I am totally humbled. One thing I notice really helps is taking multi-vitamins regularly, and even supplimenting from time to time with a little extra B6. If I am determined to lucid dream, then I do a Wake Back to Bed with 50-100mg of B6 taken when I first wake up. This works best if you have a day to sleep in longer than usual (or going to bed earlier). But it's not necessary. But good luck. However frustrating it is, it won't last...

[mark]

hey man just read through your dream nice one! some good dreams there! do you live on a farm at all? you have a few dreams related to farming in some way. Oh congrats on the 3 lucids in one night thats great! and dont worry about recall etc it increases after time and everyone has dry spells

[raklet]

Yes, actually, I do live on a farm. I own and operate a small grains / row crop farm with my dad. We raise sugar beets, wheat, and barley. Tractors, trucks, backhoes, fields, and other farm related stuff are all sure to surface in my dreams.

[mark]

ah good stuff! It must be hard work I bet. I'm sure farming will crop up a fair few times LOL it usually takes ages for stuff to filter into my dreams but I would imagine you have been farming for a long time yes?

[Moonbeam]

Yes, actually, I do live on a farm. I own and operate a small grains / row crop farm with my dad. We raise sugar beets, wheat, and barley. Tractors, trucks, backhoes, fields, and other farm related stuff are all sure to surface in my dreams. Don't forget to do lots of reality checks whenever you are using the equipment.

[raklet]

Don't forget to do lots of reality checks whenever you are using the equipment. Oh, if you only knew the irony of that statement. It brings to mind a particular incident back in June. I was using a grinder to cut open a piece of irrigation mainline that needed to be repaired. The grinder caught an edge and kicked back out of the pipe. It hit the back of my right hand and slashed open a gash about 3 inches long. I was spurting blood all over the place while calmly thinking to myself "hmmm, that doesn't look good. I should get to the hospital". Do a reality check when something strange occurs - especially around farm equipment? Can you imagine me slashing my hand open and then just standing there doing reality checks? The juxtaposition of those two images makes me grin from ear to ear. Btw, I ended up severing two tendons, had to go into surgery for repair, and be in a cast for two months waiting for it to heal. Fortunately, it healed just fine and I have full use of my finger.

[raklet]

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.

[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? 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.

[raklet]

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

[Moonbeam]

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