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09.06.2010

Why Doesn't Anyone Believe Me? (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

After I had my last dream I was determined to have a longer WBTB. I focused on bringing back the beer tap onto my wall. I opened my eyes and began messing with a small square of metal that was loosely screwed into my wall. Instantly recognizing that it didn't belong, I knew I was lucid and decided to tighten the screws to increase lucidity.

My room was so vivid and exact, I didn't want to believe I was asleep. It was the most real dream I've ever had. I got out of bed very slowly. It felt real. I grabbed my cell phone. I didn't know what to expect when I turned it on, but it seemed to function normally until I turned on the camera. I could see through my wall and to the street behind my house. It was still dark outside, and the headlights were bright on the screen of my phone. When I looked up from the screen there were people in my room holding onto handles similar to those on buses. They smiled at me as I understood the fact that I was dreaming and that the dream was stable. I walked out of my room, and to the stairs. I could hear my extended family downstairs. It was time to make a grand entrance. I glided downstairs and touched down like Superman does in the movies, one foot before the other.

I could see my aunt sitting on the couch. I decided that I should show my family that I was dreaming. I flexed my biceps and willed them to grow to ridiculous size. It got a good chuckle, and my dad patted me on the back while saying something about how I was special. I didn't think much of it. I remember walking to the entryway in my house as he told be about a new sitcom that was supposedly the funniest show ever made. I told him I'd give it a chance, but I knew that the show didn't exist.

To explain my next feat, I must describe my entry way. When you walk in my house and look straight up, you can see the landing of th second floor. It overlooks the entryway, and it is guarded from accident by a wooden banister. From floor to ceiling in the open part of the entryway is at least 16'. I wanted to get back to my room in a fun way, so I jumped from the wood floor by the door all the way up to the wooden banister. I grabbed it on my way up and used my momentum to swing myself over it and onto the carpet of the second floor. I strolled back into my room and asked myself aloud what I wanted to do next. The first thought that came into my head was to have my girlfriend come over. I grabbed my phone and decided to meet her downstairs. This time I actually walked down the steps, but I decided first to test my dream strength on the wall by the steps. After all, it wasn't real. I punched a massive hole through the wall, smiled at myself, and went downstairs. My lucidity was starting to fade, because I was losing sight of what I wanted, but I still knew that I was in control.

I went into the garage, and I could see that my youngest brother and my little sister were playing outside. I told them I was dreaming, but they didn't believe me. That attitude changed when I made it rain chocolate pudding. My little brother wasn't pleased, but my sister, Jenna, loved the idea of me making it rain lemonade, so I changed the rain to floating glasses of lemonade. The sun shining through them was pretty, and I stepped outside to get a better look.

The dreamscape started to change, and I was in a backyard with people I didn't know. One was playing a silver trumpet, and I asked if I could play. It's been a long time since I've played, but being a music major in real life, I figured lucid-me would be able to do so. Wrong. I sounded just like I do in real life: so-so. That was the last thing I had control over. My lucid dream was ending, and I had no control over when my college counselor came out of my garage to talk to me about my schedule for the fall. I could see myself following her into the garage, but I was waking up, and that's the last thing I remember.

09.06.2010

The Wall's On Tap (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I rolled over at about seven this morning with the intent of lucid dreaming on my mind. I opened my eyes and nothing had changed, except for what looked like a beer tap on my wall. I chuckled to myself, and I knew I was dreaming. The tap said "Budheimer" or something ridiculous like that. The dream faded as quickly as it came.

Originally Posted by Sean Lennon

I've kept a dream journal for a while, but it's been about a year since I've documented my dreams. I have a pretty good dream recall, and I think that this will help that even more.

Let's starts with the dreams I've had the past few nights. These aren't as clear as I'd like, but I'll do my best to recall the details.

5/31/10
The only scene I have is this one. I was standing at the shore of a small lake, and the sun was going down. The sky was mostly dark, except for a small patch of color on the horizon. There were lingering bits of orange, pink and yellow, but soon there was nothing but the moon in a starlit sky.

It was then that I realized that there was a man and a woman lying down at the edge of the shore. They held each other close until the sun was completely gone. Then the man broke free from the embrace and started convulsing. His figure grew and contorted. His limbs twisted in strange angles and his head expanded until it burst into the head of a daisy. His feet took the form of petals on a stem. What was left after the transformation was an intensely masculine figure with green skin, petals for feet and an enormous bloom where the head should be. The man and woman continued their embrace, and I awoke in a very confused state.

6/2/10
Last night's dream was frustrating, because it was so close to being a really great LD. I'm not sure what went wrong.

The pool opened up in my neighborhood on Monday, and in my dream I was walking back from a swim. The street I live on is a cul de sac, and as I turned on to my street I almost stopped in my tracks. There was music coming from the top of the street, and as I got to the end of the street I found twenty or thirty open, black instrument cases ranging in size from trumpets to baritone saxophones. They were just lying in the street, but since it is a cul de sac I didn't care to move them.

Just to the left of the cases was a very large circus tent that took up the rest of the end of the street. The music I had heard was coming from within the tent. I walked closer to it and saw that it was made out of blue plastic painter's tarp. I walked towards an open seam of the tent to peak in. Inside I saw a man in his mid twenties practicing his baton spinning act. His skin was a golden brown, and his hair was cut very short. His clothing was like something out of the Disney movie Aladdin. Pants the were baggy at the feet and close fitting at the waist. His chest was bare except for a light brown vest.

I closed the tent flap and made my way up to the house. The inside of my home had grown exponentially. The hardwood entryway was converted into a viewing space for a stage that was used for some sort of dance. there were about fifteen black folding chairs in the entryway facing the stage. The stage was relatively small, its center point of it was a metal structure comprised of 4 metal poles about ten feet tall, and connected at the top with similar metal poles. I would have liked to see the dance, but it was at this point that I noticed that the walls were covered in the same blue tarp as the tent outside. I made my way into the kitchen. All blue. My dad was there, and I told him that he couldn't do this to the house. He asked me why, and I told him, "Because I'm dreaming, and I'm in control."

It was at this point that I tried to stabilize the dream by saying aloud "Increase lucidity" out loud. Unfortunately, before I could do anything to actually make that happen, the dream disintegrated and I woke up.

I tried to a WILD, and it started to work, because I could feel that my whole body was in a parka and snow gear. I could feel the gloves on my hands, but it was then that my cat started meowing in real life, and I couldn't fall back asleep. So. Close.

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