Lucid Time!

Been really sick for the past few days and had no dream recall at all, at least until this morning. I slept from about 7:00am until about 11:00. I've been taking a break from lucid dreaming but once this illness runs its course I plan to return to and re-evauluate my chart and meditation method. I think it had potential.

I dreamed I was outside a small house. (It looked rather like a strange combination of houses, my grandmother's, my great-grandmother's and my cousins.) But I'm going to ignore the details because the house phased between various characteristics of all of them in the time that I spent there. In the dream, I am motivated to, for whatever reason, build a cobblestone path leading up to the front door of the house from the street.

This proves difficult, I do not have enough stones to make a proper path. The path tapers as it runs up the lawn, going from some respectably large and well placed stones to a couple of very small (maybe softball sized stones) as it reaches the front porch. At some point during the dream, the lawn truncates into a steep incline and I must dig away large amounts of dirt to build a sort of ramp that the path can be laid on. At another point, my path somehow ends up lopsided and looping around into the neighboring houses driveway. But eventually I end up creating a semi-successful pathway, despite that by the time I finish, the entire lawn is a patchwork chunks of grass from all the moving of earth I had to do.

Eventually I finish and I am satisfied. I become anxiotous realizing that I have just done a serious job changing some stranger's lawn. (as the house was still an unrecognizable conglomeration of familiar places, but as far as I was concerned, still a stranger's.) Chances are when they return home, they will find me and I will be punished. I consider running away, but consider that some neighbor has probably already seen me through their window and could identify me.

Before I can decide a course of action, a white SUV with golden rims around the wheels and a golden grill on the front pulls up. My maternal grandmother steps out, and the SUV drives off. This causes me to become lucid, seeing as she has been dead for about five years and I have pegged her appearances as a dream sign. One unusual trait of her is that her eyes are a milky bluish-white, as a blind person's would.

She explains that I am one of the few people she is able to visit since her departure from earth. (She has appeared in previous dreams, implying this.) I reply to her, saying that is most likely untrue and that the likelihood is that she is simply an image created by my subconscious and not really the spirit of my deceased grandmother. She gets a powerful temper from this, proceeding to say that she will run me down with a car. Then going into the garage and getting into the same baby-barf-green minivan she owned while still alive.

I get rather frustrated with her, this seems like an overreaction to say the least. The minivan revs into gear. Fully lucid, but still having faulty confidence, I brace myself for the impact. The van jumps foreward suddenly. I push into it with my arms, crushing the face of the car. I then proceed to punch clean through the hood with one arm. I feel around and grab hold of something. (I think it was a cylinder of the engine) and tear it from the car, throwing it with inhuman force into the sky. (It didn't come back down.) Whatever it was I tore from under the hood of the car, It stopped the car from running. My intention was not to cause the projection of my grandmother harm, and the negative implications that entailed, but simply to disable her means of assault. (so, success.)

I told the projection that my grandmother was never one to lose control of her temper, and even less likely to resort to such a violent means. I begin telling her so and she changes mindsets, getting out of her crippled vehicle and becoming very apologetic for her behavior. I lose the dream around here.