Dragging my Mind Over the Gap Between Is's

Friday, July 22nd

I. Lucid #14 – Still Afraid

My first memory of the dream is being held in a captive type situation. I am with two other people who are familiar to me but upon wakening I’ve forgotten who they are. We are sitting on the ground and (this is a stretch) I believe it is some type of deformed humanoid figure that is lecturing us. I look to my left and there is a mound of earth with a path on the other side of it. I recognize myself as being somewhere in the woods behind my house and I see the dirt path separating the houses from the woods. Unlike physical reality, the path still has not been paved over.

Our captor mentions something about there being a lack of ways to escape, and as these words pass through his mouth and before I even realize what I am doing I have jumped to my feet and bounded over the mound of earth. I take a left and start tearing down the path as fast as I can, leaving my two fellow captives.

At this point I start having déjà-vu. I have run down this path before and I have hidden somewhere on the right side – I find the spot where I’ve hidden before and can see my own footprints there. I go to return to this spot but I have trouble climbing up the bank on the side of the path for some reason. I decide I must continue running.

A combination of the déjà-vu and the wild, irrational fear I’m experiencing causes me to realize that I am dreaming. However, this does not make me stop being so afraid. Now fully lucid, I see a wooden shelter at the end of the path, which I intuitively know means safety. As I run down the gravel and wood boardwalk up to the bottom entrance the dream begins slipping away from me. While still running, I attempt to stabilize the dream. I yell “Increase lucididty!” and for once this actually works, my vision jerks back into focus. I look at my feet, my hands, and begin clapping them as well. “Increase lucidity!” I shout again, however this time the words get lost in the fog as the dream dissolves with me just feet away from the door.

II. Lightning Storm

I am with someone familiar, and I am allowing a 3rd person to stay the night in my parents’ house. As I am showing them the accommodations I begin to notice that for some reason the entire upstairs has no walls or ceiling, only screens with several large holes in them rendering it useless. There is also a very intense lightning storm approaching which makes our current location a bad place to be.

The wind whips through the screen and threatens to knock us all over. We retreat to the lower level of the house where I soon receive news that somebody’s pet rabbit has just been killed by the storm. This makes me very upset.

This rabbit is normal in every way except for its ears, which look more like bat wings.

The next day B (and maybe her boyfriend K.S but I’m not positive) come to the house to survey the situation. For some reason B is topless when she arrives. After coming back inside after seeing the rabbit though she has a black sweatshirt with white writing on it. She says that the rabbit has actually survived but would not come with her when she tried to pick it up because it didn’t “want no sympathy.” She says this in a joking personification of the rabbit’s attitude. Nonetheless she has called a doctor for it.

For some reason I am still upset and she remedies this as well by singing Bob Marley’s “Jammin’” at me. For some reason this greatly improves my mood and I join her, making drum sounds with my mouth. I look inside the refrigerator for something and as I bend over I grind against her, only half seriously. She says “okay we’ve taken this too far.”

My notes say there’s another little side-plot to this dream but I hardly remember a thing about it. There are several different plays that J.S will judge to see which ones he wants to use in some thing he has going on. He proclaims the winner to be some people’s theatrical version of “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.”