Myte
The dreamhealer

Have have a little one on 11months home, and decided to have a nap with him. I figured I wanted to try to have an a lucid. And it starts well. Just before I fall asleep I sorta wake up by the fact that I'm falling asleep, and notice how my body continues to it's "sleep"(?) but my mind stays awake. Btw - would that be a WILD or a regular lucid? Anyhow, I'm a mermaid. I've always loved the merfolk(?). Me and merman is for some reason in a sort of pool in a cave, and there are humans swimming amongst us. We're trying to avoid them, they musn't discover our existence. It's difficult, 'cause my skin and shells(?) sparkle from the little light that comes through the smell hole in the mountain. I l\decide to let myself sink down to the bottum, and there I lay, in the muddy, clayish ground thinking to myself how amazing it is to live such a life.. I swirl up to the surface again, happy that the humans now are gone. I get up to the ground, my tale is now legs, and I climb the rocks. My body is wet, but leaving no footprints!

Then I go on to regular dreams which I can not recall at all actually :/

So, my first LD after I joined here. I have no clue how many LDs I've had before through out the years, so the LD count will be from when I became a member here.

Anyway - Due to a rather hectic morning, I were unable to write down the nights event. But I remember very clearly that I knew I were in a dream. The dream took place in my toodlers kindergarden/day care(?). I looked around, and were a bit puzzeled because everything looked brown, as if I had put on a layer of duo tone on. One of the women there asked me to get something, and I just looked at her, wondering why she didn't do it herself? Well, off I went, but then stopped. I went back again, and the woman sat next to my hubby. Just talking, no sexual vibes going on. They didn't notice me, and got a bit puzzled by that. So I started to have a look around in the rrom. There were a massage bench in the room for some reason, and there were no other kids, other then mine, myself, my hubby and that woman. Since they were busy, I went over to the massage bench. I looked at it - thinking it truely was a hidious brownish color - and I usually love brown. I kept thinking that I should write this down, I should write this down, but I never came to. I remembered in the dream that I had put my pen and dream journal next to my pillow in bed, but as I were awake in the dream, I'd have to wake my self completly to do so - which I didn't want to After that realization i must have fallen out of it anywway, 'cause that's all I remember.

For the last 2-3 years I've had some really really nice "meetings" with an old friend from High School, in dreams. I don't know what type of dream this would be, but it's very real indeed. When I wake up, it's like thinking back when I met up with a friend at the coffeeshop - a memory of it. That's what these dreams feels like too - memories of something very real that happened during my sleep.

You see, this friend and I may sit on a bench at the harbour, looking out over the fjord/ocean and just talk. In the dream or what ever it is. I can smell the salt ocean, I hear the seagulls and the noise of cars and people in the background. Just as it would be in waken life. And we have the best conversations! It feels safe and very relaxing. There are no change in scenes or in the enviroment. Everything happens cronological, and the timeframe is the same as in waken life. 5 seconds in the dream(?) = 5 seconds in waken life. At least that's how it feels like. We always met outside for some reason.

Anyway - two nights ago we met again, and I noticed that he was more reserved in a way.. Couldn't really figure out why. The next morning I log on to Facebook and see that he has changed his status to be in a relationship. Well, good for him! I'm already happily married THIS night however, gave a end to it all. This nights meeting happened in the very early morning, the sun hasn't risen yet. It's a rainy day, and we stand on a field of gras. There's a stream just by us with so much water that it's overflowing(?), and covers some of the gras.
Anyway - he carries a smal wooden bowl and goes to the stream to get some water. While doing that, he tells me that we will not meet again. He takes my hand and we just feel how much we care about each other, while knowing that we've already chosen our paths and that we need to follow them. Then his hand, followed by the rest of his body, dissolve into water. Before I know it, the field of gras has been replaced by a classroom, and the water from him is now a little pond(?) on the floor, pulsing back and forth from a corner and out while these words are being echoed: Kept in heart, not forgotten. Kept in heart, not forgotten. As the words fades away, so does the water on the floor - until I'm left alone.

For me, this was just a absolutly fantastic closure of something very beautiful. These meetings have been something I've cherished, and they couldn't have ended in a more beautiful way. I highly appreciate these experiences and I'm very grateful. I don't feel I've lost something, rather gained.

Thank you, H.