Bedtime: 11:00 pm WBTB: 3:30 am Technique: mantra (Is this a dream?), counting Notes: This dream occurred between 7 and 7:30 am, after multiple wake-ups throughout the morning I am working at Blumac's (a bar I worked at years ago). I committed to one night just for fun, but I realize the owner put me back on the schedule 4-5 days a week. I am worried I can't handle that kind of schedule anymore since I'm out of shape, and really might be too old for this now. I greet Michelle in the dressing room and realize she is older than me and looks amazing, so maybe I can do this for a little while to earn some extra money. I decide to stay, but I don't want to work Friday or Saturday nights, or double shifts. I ask one of the other girls if she would like my Friday shift and she agrees. I return for my second shift. I overhear the other girls talking about money, and realize that I handled my tips incorrectly the night before. I put my money in my makeup bag instead of giving it to the DJ, so I didn't pay the DJ or bouncer last night. I feel bad. I start digging through my bag to count my money and notice there is a lot more than I thought. Suddenly I realize in horror that I am looking through the wrong bag. I feel horribly embarrassed and worry that someone might think I'm trying to rob her. Thankfully no one sees me, so I sit down to relax again and sort through my clothes. I contemplate getting a trunk for my clothes again instead of dealing with this messy gym bag. I suddenly remember to look at the RC tattoo on my arm. I fully expect to see the word "Dream" written there, but when I look I see only a P and another partial letter. I stare at it, dumbfounded for a minute, then become fully lucid. I stand up, excited, and look around the room to see how stable the dream is. Everything is solid, and I move easily. I realize this is the highest level of lucidity I've had in over a year! I decide to glide instead of walk. I glide easily across the room and out the door. As I enter the next room, I notice things are hazy, like I am not wearing my contacts. I decide to keep moving, hoping things will clear up because I'm concerned about waking myself if I try to adjust the light. I decide to go outside, hoping the light will clear up naturally out there. I see a door to the patio and decide to walk right through the solid wood. It works! The dream is much clearer outside. The sky is blue and the weather is pleasant. I see a large brown dog across the yard. When it sees me it gets up and runs my direction. It appears to be very friendly and curious. I notice there is something odd about it's jaw, so I try to look closer.....then BEEEEEP! Damn alarm work me up!
After trying and failing so much in the last several weeks, I finally made it to the Great Pyramid! I didn't complete the Task of the Year, but I had one fantastic lucid dream. Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #59: On the Back of the Sphinx I'm standing by a hedgerow on a suburban street, waiting for the hedges to part and let me in. Through these hedges is the party I'm supposed to attend. The hedges part for me, then close as I move toward them. "No problem," I say, covering up a sting of rejection. "I'll come back when you're ready for me." I wander across the street to wait. I wonder whether I'm dreaming. I decide that I'll reality check "in a few minutes". (You slacker!) No -- I don't need to reality check. This is a dream! I look at my hands. No distortion, waviness, extra fingers, or discoloration. Still, I'm sure that I'm dreaming. The dream feels sharp, vivid, and stable. I feel like I have tons of time and potential. I sprint across the street, leap over the hedgerow, and with a shout I soar into the sky. I'm flying over a rain forest now and my skyrocketing confidence level makes me shout, "L-dopa!!!" (Although I was displaying behavior in line with high dopamine levels, I've never taken L-dopa. Don't know what got into me.) After flying over the rain forest for a while, I wind up in a cloud bank and lose my bearings. Afraid of getting stuck here, I turn back toward the neighborhood, content to take a different direction. I fly back out of the cloud bank, but a fierce gust of wind kicks up from the other direction and pushes me back toward the clouds. "Okay," I say. "You're taking me to the Pyramid." I relax as I pass back through the cloud bank, emerging over an ocean. I let the wind push me further on and soon I'm flying thousands of feet over a desert dotted with stones. It's dark, and the sand looks as gray as a moonscape. I descend headfirst toward the sand, sure that I'm going to find what I'm looking for. It's nighttime when I land. I look to my right, and there's the Pyramid, illuminated by artificial light! I'm no more than twenty feet from it. The sphinx lies directly at the base of the Pyramid. I note that in the physical world she'd be further east toward Cairo, but the inconsistency doesn't bother me. Instead it reminds me even more strongly that this is my world. The sphinx's stony skin is white like alabaster and she has Asian characters tattooed along all four legs and in a single stripe along each side of her body. She's far smaller than I'd expected, no more than thirty feet long. Her entire face has crumbled away (not just her nose.) I'm overcome with this urge to help her. Even setting aside Task of the Year, this is now something I badly want to do. I press my palms against her face and say, "I'm going to fix you." I feel the stone first roiling then smoothing out against my hands. In a few seconds her face is repaired and her head starts to move. Her face looks mostly feline but there's still a vaguely humanoid quality to it. She licks my hand once and her tongue is the fleshy, rough tongue of a cat. Her head turns vaguely toward my face but her eyes are pupil-less, blank alabaster so I can't tell whether she's looking straight at me. I swing my leg across her back and ask her to "Take me to the top of the Pyramid." She gets to her feet and starts walking around to the other side of the Pyramid. Her route takes us through a restaurant and bar where a number of women are dancing to this really amazing piece of world music. The melody is from some sort of brass instrument and it's backed by the mouth harp. (I had to google to even figure out what this instrument is called -- here's a good example of the mouth harp in action. I think it was in my memory banks from a video game I played about 15 years ago.) As I ride through the dance floor, the music and dancing begin to draw me in. One particularly stunning dancer, an ebony-skinned young woman of about 25, is driving me to distraction. I feel the sphinx slowing down and things start to feel unstable. I try to refocus on the task at hand, but the dream falls apart.
Mayatara's Dream non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening Girl power On a small self-sufficient community of women only. We live in a kind of fortress, but open and welcoming, because we never had troubles with anybody. Until the day that a bunch of guys, passing as wanderers, come by and we offer them shelter. Soon they start making really bad comments of sexual nature, making remarks about the girls beauty and so on. They also treat us badly, expecting us to serve all of their needs and I really mean all. We decide to put a stop on it and they turn violent. The most disappointing is to see that the girls quitting the fight immediately, in fear. They accept the situation as unavoidable and I find myself alone in the struggle. I conclude I can't do much on my own and decide to wait for a better moment to do something about it. To defend myself from their sexual abuses I keep myself dirty, smelly and really, really ugly. I endure their comments on how disgusting I am, but at least I'm not raped as the others. One day though, they even turn to me, wanting to gang rape me. But I know this place better than they do and I escape them through the ventilation system and get inside the walls. I find out that I am good at parkour! I stay in the "secret" areas of the building, just watching them and nagging them whenever I can, so they keep looking for me. I have a plan to trap them in a kind of shaft and I need them to follow me there. One day I manage to attract them to this place and I shut some really heavy doors behind them. They are in a weak position, below me in this kind of shaft. Meanwhile I have called the girls to come and help me, as they also know the secret paths through the walls. I call them to join the fight and beat the guys, but they are still afraid of them, so I jump down into the shaft to start the fight, hoping they'll follow me, but they just stay in their upper position, beating them occasionally with a stick on their heads or something. It helps, but I have to do all the hard work of kicking their asses. Saving Jon Stewart I'm having dinner with Jon Stewart, at his home. He is wearing a grey or beige shirt and he looks adorable. I'm so in love with him and he is even more in love with me. He smiles at me, almost melting in delight and I caress his face. I realize this can only be a dream and I start laughing about it. I tell him "Jon, my dear. I'm really loving being here with you and the whole romantic scene, but unfortunately this is just a dream." He says "Whaaatttt?" and looks really puzzled, but I keep nodding my head and he seems to start accepting that I may be right. I tell him that this makes no sense, that I'm just some girl he never met, from a country he probably never been to. He seems disappointed, even sad, that this might not be real. I can read in his face that he doesn't want to accept that the feelings he is experiencing for me were just randomly generated in a dream. I tell him not to feel sad, because if he is really there and he is not just a DC, it's because we do have some karmic link and the feeling has some roots from where it sprouted. I am not sure if he is a DC or not, but the truth is that is reactions are complex and he never fades. He stays very solid in the dream. As we are still looking at each other, some guys invade the house in a rush and kidnap us. I don't even have time to react. When I come to my senses again, we're in a church. Jon is lying on an altar, apparently still unconscious and I'm tied up to a chair. I am now only semi-lucid, but I recall all of my dream powers. I fire up red lasers from the palms of my hands and I cut the ropes. When the bad guys see it, they come to knock me down, but I pierce them with my red lasers. It's not pretty, but it has to be done. Unfortunately they keep coming and some of them are about to grab Jon to take him away, while I'm busy fighting. That's when some asian girl breaks in through a wall and helps me by shooting a golden energy blast from her chakras to Jon's chakras, which somehow creates a wall shield between him and the bad guys. But this required a lot of energy from the girl, who falls down in exhaustion. I feel that she is my friend, but I can't remember who she is. I protect her, thankful for her help and keep shooting lasers in all directions until I kill all the bad guys. Meanwhile the shield around Jon has weakened, so I generate a purple orb of energy around him that is smaller but more stable than the previous shield. Our reinforcements arrive and they take the purple orb with Jon inside to a safer place. Me and my girl friend sit exhausted on the floor and I ask her if I can take a shower at her place. She is sorry to say no, but she is not going home, she has to leave immediately to some other mission. I understand. We give a warm hug to each other, until next time. Moving Some boring dream with my family, involving moving stuff from my house to my aunt Lisa's house. By mistake I hand her over my hi-fi on a box and then she has to leave it at some friend's attic for me to go get it some other day. Mystical dance I find myself as a spectator of some kind of talent show. There's an asian guy, probably chinese, doing an acrobatic exhibition that leaves everybody extremely impressed. But in the end the judges tell him he has broken the rules, because no circus performances are allowed, only acting, singing and dancing. But because he was so magical, they decided to offer him a second chance. I feel so much compassion for him, even genuine love in my heart. There's a brief moment in which our eyes cross and everything seems to stop. I sense his energy and I know he is going to do something amazing. I feel passion and make it flow to him. He returns the passion and tells me in his eyes that what he is about to show is for me. Then he transfigures: he was bald and now he has long hair with jewels all over; he was a young boy and he now looks like a wise older man. He makes a sensual mystic ritual dance that hypnotizes everybody, specially me. Slowly the spectators transform into all sorts of enlightened noble beings. The dancer pours jewels with every movement he makes, offering them to the Buddhas. I don't dare to take any of the jewels, not even to touch them, as I fear I am not worthy of it.
No luck again last night I will try harder tonight. I am determined! Anyway. First dream: I am in a store (Nordstroms, I think), in the back. It doesn't look like a warehouse, but that is the purpose it serves, this is where they keep all their items before putting them on the shelves. It's also connects to some sort of performance hall. There are dancers around. One of the dancers is talking to me, and tells me that there is a special discount magazine for people who have been confirmed dancers for two years. I want to get the discounts, but I have not been a confirmed dancer for two years. A big group of girls is by me, and they start singing. They are mostly Latina. A large black girl in the front is singing a solo. Second dream: I meet a boy. Me or my sisters have recently started playing some new game, and the book we use is open. Me and the boy are talking about it. I have a baby with me, and he takes it from me and walks somewhere. I follow him and see him exit a building. I go back to my original spot, (but I know that he will be coming back there soon) and my younger sister comes up and coaches me. She points out that I am wearing socks that say "Blondes" on them, and this boy is a brunette, and that might hurt his feelings. I put my shoes on to hide my socks, but she tries to convince me to put on one of her shoes, which is velcro and much too small for me. This confuses me. Third dream: I'm riding in a car with E, S, and probably A although I don't really remember who the third person was. It's more like a sled though - it has no roof or doors, and I feel concerned about this. I drop my cellphone off the side, and we pull over and I run back and get it. At some point in one of my dreams I think I had a new puppy, but I don't remember.
This dream occurred in May 2008: I had a dream about a woman with bright red hair and very, very pale skin. She was some sort of movie star, who was in love with an Austin Powers-esque adventurer/detective. She was a dancer, performing a dance on stage, it was beautiful and the costume she was wearing was made of mica or black glass. It didn't harm her, but it was sharp. When her boyfriend went to embrace her after the performance, it cut him to pieces. She had an elixir that was like the elixir of life, which was carried in a vase. She had used it once before to bring him back to life, but barely had a second dose left. She sprinkled it all over the chunks of him that were left, but barely had a drop for the last piece. She cried and tried to coax it out of the vase, but finally succeeded. This was followed by a dream about my German professor taking my classmates and I on a trip through Germany. He was lecturing us on our grammar, and me in particular on a mistake I constantly made while conjugating certain verbs. We were traveling in trams that hung from a wire, they were open to the air and had red roofs. All of my classmates were in one, while I was in the other. Their tram stopped, but mine continued going - I was worried that I would get separated from them, but not terribly worried about being alone. I arrived at the next station, which was a building on top of a very tall pillar, and my classmates soon arrived as well. I stood in line, trying to figure out what I could eat off the menu in the station's cafeteria that wouldn't make me sick, and figured out that I could create a makeshift hot-fudge sundae from various menu items. Then, the dream ended.
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