Moonwatcher
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I see Carl Gustav Jung. He is very tall and skinny, but his head is that of Jung. I become lucid and get in his face and say, "Tell me something!" He stares at me. I repeat, "Tell me something!" So he speaks to me in the second-person number. I wake up but am too lazy to write down his analysis and by morning (several sleep cycles later) have forgotten what he said.

EXT. BORDER CROSSING - DAY FOR NIGHT

I'm traversing the little-known border between the eastern U.S. and Russia. In the distance I see Tsarist architecture with two statues of angels in a courtyard. Between the angels stands a statue I think might be Lenin with his standard outstretched arm, but I'm not quite close enough to make it out. Then I notice yellow traffic turtles on the pavement and other barriers and fear I may have strayed onto Russian territory without crossing the border legally, so I beat a hasty retreat.

Walking down a corridor I become lucid, close my eyes and ask to see the Lenin statue up close but nothing happens.

INT. PARKING GARAGE - NIGHT

I'm at my old valet-parking job except the parking spaces are unpaved. I'm backing up in a truck when I become lucid. Knowing the lucid state will only last a few seconds at best, I quickly decide to do something stupid and reckless: I floor the gas in reverse (knowing there will be no real consequences after all). The truck lurches backwards dangerously fast in my dream state, but not in my conscious state (in which I am static and safe)! I'm aware of two simultaneous frames of reference!

INT. SEMINARY - DAY

I walk down the hallway at the graduate school where my father teaches. Two or three other people pass me. I look an old man in the eye and realize I'm dreaming. What to do with my lucidity? I know, I'll look for Jesus himself!

ME
Show me Jesus!

But he doesn't come. Maybe he's around the next corner?

I'm waking up and I instinctively jerk myself out of sleep.

In waking life I've been listening to Bart Ehrman's audiobook, How Jesus Became God. Next time practice some stabilizing techniques and try to stay asleep.

EXT. ROAD - DAY

I'm driving in my old neighbourhood in Texas and can't negotiate a simple left-hand turn.

ME
(lamenting)
I've forgotten how to drive!

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INT. CHILDHOOD HOME - NIGHT

Now I'm in my old bedroom. The jump cut jars me into lucidity. I quickly run through the house into the master bedroom, trying to stabilize and utilize my newfound conscious state. The lights are on in the house but no one is home.

(Dream from earlier this month.)