I think I sort of did them, although according to the "Controversy" thread it might not count: it was a lucid dream embedded within a non-lucid dream, a DILD masquerading as a WILD. My control and powers in the faux WILD part were about as good as in a real WILD, rather than the lower grade lucidity and control I achieve in most DILDs.
Here goes:
I was over at a relative's house, presumably my aunt's, trying desperately to get some sleep, particularly a lucid dream, in the early morning on a couch. I was really cranky and frustrated. I kept trying to sleep, only feeling heavy and groggy yet still very much awake every time. My boyfriend and a female mutual friend were both there. My boyfriend tried hugging me at one point, and I told him to leave me alone, I wanted to get some sleep. I didn't want him or anyone touching me or bothering me in any way, and I said as much, just as bluntly. Eventually, I finally managed to let go and fall asleep on the couch.
I fell asleep rapidly and dreamt immediately. A WILD, I thought. I was excited, 'cause I could now do the lucid tasks. I jumped in the air to celebrate and confirm with a reality check, and I floated a little in the air, confirming that I was dreaming. Off I went to find that turkey.
I found one, with a little white-skinned bald head, just outside the house. I don't know if this was before or after finding the turkey, but I went to grab some dried kernels of corn to feed the turkey to befriend it. Some large-kernel dried corn was lying on the floor of the house in one of those containers they use in grocery stores for meat, presumably as food for the many animals in the area. (I just remembered there were chickens.) I fed the turkey one of the large kernels from my right hand, and he ate it without hurting me. I then asked him how he felt about Thanksgiving. He paused, and then, putting his wing up to his beak like a hand and opening his beak into an O-shape like lips, he said, "Ssssshhhhsummer." And he was soon gone. I reflected on his cryptic response, and interpreted it as meaning that he wished Thanksgiving were in the summer, because Fall is already a stressful time for turkeys because food is scarcer.
Ok. Task completed, I thought...time to take on the gender reassignment task. Off I flew, in search of a way to change my sex. Perhaps this is the part where I often got around, instead of flying, by hand-walking in the dirt, grabbing fistfuls of dirt to propel myself while my legs were stretched out behind me, because I'd remembered that it was a good idea to feel textures to ground yourself while in a lucid dream. Eventually I stumbled upon a way to enact the sex change. I don't remember what it was, but its success was confirmed by an interactive TV or LCD screen game program that had previously shown me pink hearts now showing me smaller blue hearts. I encountered some people - perhaps the relatives - first talking in my girl voice but then switching to my best guy voice. I did encounter the relatives at some point, and they tried to give me my (the girl-me's) stuff to take home. I played dumb, trying to keep my secret. "Well, 'Bill,' said my mother, I thought maybe you'd see [enter my real name] later." But I played dumb again, pretending not to know my original female self, lest my secret leak out. And I also didn't want to fly around with a bunch of stuff. The relatives were soon out of my hair, and, curious about that "sex as a guy" thing and interacting with dream characters, I flew off to seek out some dream characters, including fellow guys to bond with and a girl to get it on with.
In the side yard, or to the side of the house, I eventually ran into a girl...someone I knew from my past. I shouted her name in surprise and puzzlement. I thought she was someone I knew from high school...why high school? Isn't that a bit young? (Actually, her real-life version was an undergrad whom I knew in my first four years of grad school. She herself was just out of high school when I first met her.) Anyway, I started talking to her, and also bumped into another guy to bond with. The other guy, the girl, and I headed toward some little shacks across the street, sort of like old-fashioned wooden outhouses but with no toilets, so I could have some private time with the girl.
I sat behind the girl in the shack, straddling her, but I think only touching her with my hands on her shoulders at that point, massage-style. We talked and flirted a little. She said something about biting, and I said to her, "Well, I wanna bite *you*." "Ooh," she said. I was excited, feeling a twinge of lust, looking forward to trying sex as a guy. But, we never got around to it. We left the shack before any clothes could even go off. And the girl met up with some other people...and described me as a *she* to them.
Oh no! I thought. My sex change must have gone wrong somehow. When I looked at that interactive TV/LCD game again, it was showing both guy hearts and girl hearts (big pink and small blue) in varying proportions, and also some blue raindrops.
Eventually I woke up, on the couch where I'd fallen asleep, reuniting with the friend and boyfriend. My boyfriend received some Red Sox tickets in the mail and opened them, but said he probably wasn't going to use them. We found out via some kind of communication device that the Red Sox won the last game in the world series 6-4 or 6-2 (don't remember exactly). I thought that a little odd - hadn't they already won the World Series a while ago? I got on with my life, which included writing down the lucid dream to report to Dreamviews later.
And then...I woke up for real, in my own bed, not having written down a snippet of the dream yet, and wondering whether it would even count because it was "a dream of a lucid dream."
But as you can see, I wrote it down anyway.
There were a couple of other bits of the whole nonlucid+lucid+nonlucid dream sequence I couldn't place chronologically:
-I had a little 2- or 3-year old blonde cousin named Maggie or Maddie.
-I don't remember whether this happened on TV, live, or a mixture of both, but some teenage boys with Asperger syndrome were stranded on a lake in their kayaks with the Aspergers clinic logo on them. Someone brought them in, and they started talking to each other. I listened to their voices for hints of monotony, and sometimes found some.
-As I was interacting with some adult relatives, several of whom had gray hair, I said that I actually liked gray/white hair better than brown hair, and that I was generally drawn to lighter hair colors such as blond and white.
If this counts, I want the turkey badge. After all, my dream self assessed itself at one point as not having quite succeeded at the gender task. (I'm probably not going to re-attempt either of them, though. This is about as good as I can hope for. And I want to pursue my own lucid goals.)
Oh...and before the dream, I was trying to hard to LD again and was frustrated in my attempts to get to sleep. Hence the nonlucid beginning of the dream.
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