StephL

WBTB at 4 h after bedtime.

Lucidity comes about at the end of the religious lesson dream - when we leave the school building, I suddenly realize, that I got nothing to do with school any more for a long time.

So - I do my nose plug - yepp lucid - and remembering to do a proper senses stabilization as the main and first of all goals. So I look at a tree very intensely - at the bark.
And it does indeed get clearer and clearer - and fills my whole field of vision.
When I try to look somewhere else, though - there is nothing whatsoever left of my dream - and I wake up.
Should have moved, involved touch and not only looked at one thing - now I know..

Been complaining in the comp thread already - it's great on the one hand, how often I can get there lately - but once there - a lot is open to be wished for.
As said - I want adventure and it should look realistic and take long!
And I want my aliens!!

Just for my own motivation - I love the book "The Algebraist" by Ian M. Banks - there is a gas planet named Nasqueron with "dwellers" - and I so want to meet them and ask what they dream for the special task. Here is one of them:



It's supposed to be the height of say eight humans - and I'm visualizing them daily!
Maybe doesn't look as if you want to meet one - but they are fabulous - I want them in light grey by the way - I even drew one.


Okay - the dreams:

#1) Back in school and in a religion lesson - opted out of these irl - it's absolutely horrible - we get read texts, which make no sense - are even offensive and accusing all sorts of lifestyles of depravity.
But the teacher does have no natural authority - so I start behaving really badly - mock her - shout nasty comments, change places to talk to different people - one of my gay mates from university is there, too. And we start throwing things at her and chanting.
Pretty unusual - normally something doesn't work, or I fear something..
Yeah - but she gets the better of me by proclaiming, if I go on with it - I fail the class - and such my final secondary school exams.

#2) Been a while, I remember one of these - again I need shelter and go to my ex-boyfriend's parents house. It's in the middle of the night - but I'm lucky - no parents at home.
But his little brother - we chat a bit - he tells me Mr.X can't be disturbed, because he is soldering a very important circuit board. There is a violin in the shelf - and I think wow - lets see, if I can still play.
And I could - I played a while - but then - the part on the body, where the strings are originating loosened itself. It was clear, that it was not really damaged, but had to be put together properly again.
I tried to hide it from the brother - and managed miraculously - and fiddled about with the thing in non-literal sense this time. I managed - but didn't really trust it to be played or even touched roughly.
And went in to my X, forgetting about the importance - but he kept on soldering and talking to me at the same time. And told me something interesting - not for public consumption - but seems my uncon had something to say there.

#3) Again one of these - I got to really take note, when there is confusion as to where I stand in my institutional education - earlier it was school - now it was about where in university.
It's a bit boring to describe - I went into lectures and noticed, I had the certificates for them already - but always after almost despairing, how I should manage to take on that stuff they presented.
My gay friend was with me again - in a way it was like the second half of the first dream, just interrupted by the LD. I remember many details about it - like being in the cafeteria and they haven't got any strawberry cake left - despite everybody eating one on the tables.
And in the end, I met an other old mate from uni - and she told me, that I had long finished and my endeavours were completely useless.
Should have gotten lucid again from that - but didn't.

Fragment:
I was in a flat with a friend, and she was worried about two kids, if they would be in good care.
Which was sort of understandable, when the sitter appeared - she was enormously obese and wore a glaring pink mini-dress, made from such a flouncy fabric like some swimsuits are.
Her behaviour was not as mad as her outfit, though.