Tuesday night:
2 DREAMS= 2 pts.
WBTB success= 3
Lucid = 5 pts.
Successful RC = 1 pt.
Stabilize the dream =2 pts.
Flying= 4pts.
Move through a big solid object= 8 points.
Night total= 25
cumulative total 58 + 25 = 83
LUCID
WBTB + MILd
I am sitting on the floor in the computer lab at work and a student is cursing. I call him over and discuss it with him, he is protesting my reprimand. I leave the room and go out where the students are boarding the busses. I walk along the rows of busses. I see mr.________ off to my right, he is at the bottom of some sort if slope, and I am walking along the top. We are walking in opposite directions. We nod in acknowledgement of one another. I walk back toward my computer lab. Now it has become the living room area of the apartment-dorm I lived in while in college. I somehow know my wife is in the next room. I enter that room, it is like a small closet with a spiral staircase up to the next level. She is up there and I try to talk to her up the staircase. I hear her talking. But nothing makes any sense and is totally unintelligible. I ask her to repeat many times. It is never intelligible. I give up and decide to go Take a nap on the couch. I lay down and instantly the dream changes. I am a passenger in a car on the highway. My wife is driving. I am napping. Terrapin Station is playing on the radio. It is loud. All-encompassingly loud. Every note is 3-D. It is intense. It is beautiful. "Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold in hopes he will come back, but he cannot be bought or sold." I hear this line clearly. The last note before the "At a siding" part lingers for what seems like minutes. I am blown away. I wonder why my wife is listening to the Dead. I open my eyes and almost immediately I realize I am dreaming. I launch through the windshield of the car and fly over a green compact car. A Ford Fiesta maybe. I clap my hands together and start rubbing them to stabilize. I say aloud "this dream is vivid and clear, this dream is stable and long" the giant highway boarder hedge in front of me becomes amazingly, technicolor, super HD defined, so clear and sharp and defined it is almost unrealistic. I grab the top and push my way over/ through it as I pass. There is modern, pre-fab office building directly in front of me. I fly through a window pane without shattering it. I feel nothing as I pass through. I begin to sing the mantra of padmasambhava, still flying, now rubbing my hands together. I am in a long. Dimly lit corridor. It looks like it is from an old library. Marble walls and dark woodwork, high ceilings. I am looking for a door. One appears below me to the left. My mouth feels weird and starts to dissolve, disintegrating and blowing away. I decide to try spinning to re-stabilize. I spin once, mid-flight, and everything dissolves into a point of light with black edges. I wake up.
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