Post by Hagart on Sept 29, 2015 13:20:51 GMT -5
(September 12, 2015)
I was lying in bed and I could hear music playing. It was electronic with a synthesiser without a heavy beat. I didn’t know where it was coming from, but I noticed I could change it slightly with the intent of my mind, so I was lucid now and knew I was in a dream state. I would just expect it to pick up the pace and crescendo and it would. I waited for what seemed like a long time for the dream to stabilize, but it was probably only ten seconds. I decided to take control and I pulled the covers off me and attempted to get up. The ceiling changed into a soft mattress with dimples and the blankets fluttered and I saw some get sucked right into it and disappear. I was disoriented, but rolled out and stood up to look around and get my bearings. I saw a few things in the room that seemed so familiar and yet I knew they were not from my waking memories. I got the feeling they were from my previous dream. I kept darting my eyes around, trying to remain in the dream until it became clear. I saw a door and I opened it from a distance, both as a way to leave, and as a reality check. It worked, but the dream was very choppy the way I kept moving and looking at everything. I saw the door was closed one moment and when I looked again, it was open. The visuals were a lot like being drunk. I left the room and the dream was clearer after that. I felt like I was wearing some light, water-proof snow pants and they shuffled as I walked. I knew it had to do with the previous dream, but now it was very vivid as if my previous dream was now a reality in this one. Like it was left over thought-remnants from before, and the same goes for what I saw in my ‘room’.
I called out, “Is anybody here?” “Hello?” I walked into a kitchen and I commented to myself, so I won’t forget that it actually takes time to walk there just like in real life. It was so vivid! Then I felt hot all of a sudden. I turned back, searching around and called out again to see if anyone would answer or show up. When I did, my voice was very quiet and I couldn’t yell. I could hear footsteps like my mother’s coming from upstairs in the house. I contemplated spending the rest of the dream alone in the house and just experiment alone as I’ve done in the past, but I needed to stabilize the dream better. I saw a door leading outside so I decided to use it. Going outdoors always helps.
I was in a small sunroom like in Whitby (my old house) and I heard noises coming from above and looked up. It sounded like it was coming from in the wall or the ceiling and was like a mouse the way I hear them sometimes in the basement recently. There was another door leading outside, so I went out in to the sunny backyard which was large like Whitby.
Down, near the tall grass, I saw a black guy with a weed whacker. He seemed like a gardener. I approached him and called out, “Hello!” I realized I was a lot more friendly and happy to see people in a lucid dream, like being high. Nothing can harm me and I have no worries and it’s like the best day ever. When I got to him, I asked, “What are you here for?” (An open ended question to see what the purpose of this “Dream Character” is). He answered, “I’m you’re intern.” Suddenly, he was standing on the top tier of three stacks of patio blocks raising up like steps and I was on the bottom. (Like a podium for 1st, 2nd and 3rd place winners). He was up higher than me, and I thought, if he’s my intern shouldn’t I be on top looking down on him? I switched positions and made a joke about it too. I forget what I said, but something like, “Shouldn’t I be on top?” Then I suddenly realized I was standing on top of him where he used to be and there was a second one of him below. I asked, “Why are there two of you?” There was one standing and one sitting now with his head away from me. I walked in front to see his face and noticed it was different. I immediately thought of the classic joke about how white people think black guys all look the same and said, “This must seem racist. I only saw the back of your head. You’re hair all look the same to me.” (I changed the joke from faces to hair and it seemed funny at the time). The one in the chair didn’t speak, but the first guy said, “Do you want your hair changed?” I said, “Alright!” I then saw a tall mirror in the middle of the field, a few feet away from me and saw my reflection. I had long hair and the guy changed it suddenly and it was shortened to ear-length. It looked dumb, and a bit girly. Then it changed again with a few twists and curls, and was now much more feminine and looked ridiculous on me. I then willed my skin color to change to green and it reminded me of an Oompa Loopa, just like the photo I saw a few days ago on The Late Show when Colbert made fun of Donald Trump. Then I changed my skin to blue and I noticed a few patches of blue in my hair as well.
I turned away and saw a few large evergreens in the yard. I knew the guy said he was my ‘intern’ and he seemed like a gardener, so I just impulsively made a tree fall with a flick of my hand to show him how easy it is in a lucid dream. I pointed at the tree and then swiped my finger downward and the tree sunk into the ground about halfway. I did it again, and the whole thing got swallowed up by the ground and disappeared. Then I asked him, “So what do you want to learn? Give me a challenge and I’ll try it.” He said, “Make a bird explode”.
I noticed, all of a sudden, we were on a beach, and I saw three or four small black birds in the distant sky and a few lone seagulls. I willed one of the seagulls closer. It was still flapping its wings to go forward, but I made it come right up close to us like my hand was a magnet to get a better view of it. I raised my hand and tried to make it explode, but it didn’t work. The bird fell to the ground and was sitting in a patch of tall grass where the sand ends and soil starts. I tried again, and I saw the bird inflate, and distend into a gnarled form and then it shrunk back down again. I said, “Birds don’t explode with fire.” After saying that, I imagined the bird had swallowed a bomb and I then imagined it detonating. It worked! I saw it explode with a small fiery explosion like in the movies but on a smaller scale. The others said words of praise, like “Good Job!” You’re awesome!” I said, “Not really. It took a few tries”. I decided to try again. I saw another seagull, and drew it in closer against its will, imagined the same thing, and made it explode in the middle of the air. I saw a plume of fire and then dark, black smoke get whisked away with the wind. It was so realistic and I knew I had no way to describe it after waking up, so I said out loud in the dream, so I wouldn’t forget, “Did you see how the smoke cloud drifted off like that?” Again they said words of congratulations. The first guy seemed more like John now (an old friend of mine from India) and said, “Spectacular”. I heard the others say something like, “Good Job,” and “Amazing!”
That’s when I realized I was with three people now. I asked, “What are your names?” I thought to myself, they might be Id, Ego, and Superego. They didn’t answer though. I looked at the third person and he was a tall Asian guy. I wondered what nationality he was and he seemed Korean. The scene changed suddenly and I was in doors, in a public place with a wide hall like in a mall or shopping arcade.
Then I asked, “What else should I do?” The main guy who was the only speaker said, “Play the violin”. At the time, I thought it was familiar. Of course I should do that, as if it was a goal of mine. The only thing I can think of that caused it now is that I saw a guy play violin on Penn and Teller: Fool Us, yesterday and got praise for his talent being more than a mere magician. Right when he said it, I noticed a woman approaching with a violin and knew it was no coincidence. She came over with a baby strapped to her chest, and handed me a violin. It was extremely small, only about four inches long. She then pulled the bow out of a pocket or small baggie, and it too was only a few inches long. I held the violin, not under my chin, but in one hand so I could see it. The strings were not straight. They had some creases in it like old wire. I placed my left index finger on a string and tried to play and it sounded absolutely horrible. (much like the magician last night during his comedy routine). I then tossed the violin aside, and made it blow up like the bird. It worked easily now, and I saw it catch fire. I wanted to go over and touch it and see if the flames were hot because it looked very realistic. I didn’t want to lose track of the dream though and directed my attention back on the three people I was with.
The main guy, John, began speaking and it was confusing. It all seemed like random words, and I lost track of where I was and everything became chaotic. I eventually woke up.
THE INTERN
I Awaken in a "Dream Bed"
I was lying in bed and I could hear music playing. It was electronic with a synthesiser without a heavy beat. I didn’t know where it was coming from, but I noticed I could change it slightly with the intent of my mind, so I was lucid now and knew I was in a dream state. I would just expect it to pick up the pace and crescendo and it would. I waited for what seemed like a long time for the dream to stabilize, but it was probably only ten seconds. I decided to take control and I pulled the covers off me and attempted to get up. The ceiling changed into a soft mattress with dimples and the blankets fluttered and I saw some get sucked right into it and disappear. I was disoriented, but rolled out and stood up to look around and get my bearings. I saw a few things in the room that seemed so familiar and yet I knew they were not from my waking memories. I got the feeling they were from my previous dream. I kept darting my eyes around, trying to remain in the dream until it became clear. I saw a door and I opened it from a distance, both as a way to leave, and as a reality check. It worked, but the dream was very choppy the way I kept moving and looking at everything. I saw the door was closed one moment and when I looked again, it was open. The visuals were a lot like being drunk. I left the room and the dream was clearer after that. I felt like I was wearing some light, water-proof snow pants and they shuffled as I walked. I knew it had to do with the previous dream, but now it was very vivid as if my previous dream was now a reality in this one. Like it was left over thought-remnants from before, and the same goes for what I saw in my ‘room’.
Home Alone Again
I called out, “Is anybody here?” “Hello?” I walked into a kitchen and I commented to myself, so I won’t forget that it actually takes time to walk there just like in real life. It was so vivid! Then I felt hot all of a sudden. I turned back, searching around and called out again to see if anyone would answer or show up. When I did, my voice was very quiet and I couldn’t yell. I could hear footsteps like my mother’s coming from upstairs in the house. I contemplated spending the rest of the dream alone in the house and just experiment alone as I’ve done in the past, but I needed to stabilize the dream better. I saw a door leading outside so I decided to use it. Going outdoors always helps.
I was in a small sunroom like in Whitby (my old house) and I heard noises coming from above and looked up. It sounded like it was coming from in the wall or the ceiling and was like a mouse the way I hear them sometimes in the basement recently. There was another door leading outside, so I went out in to the sunny backyard which was large like Whitby.
I Meet an Interesting Person
Down, near the tall grass, I saw a black guy with a weed whacker. He seemed like a gardener. I approached him and called out, “Hello!” I realized I was a lot more friendly and happy to see people in a lucid dream, like being high. Nothing can harm me and I have no worries and it’s like the best day ever. When I got to him, I asked, “What are you here for?” (An open ended question to see what the purpose of this “Dream Character” is). He answered, “I’m you’re intern.” Suddenly, he was standing on the top tier of three stacks of patio blocks raising up like steps and I was on the bottom. (Like a podium for 1st, 2nd and 3rd place winners). He was up higher than me, and I thought, if he’s my intern shouldn’t I be on top looking down on him? I switched positions and made a joke about it too. I forget what I said, but something like, “Shouldn’t I be on top?” Then I suddenly realized I was standing on top of him where he used to be and there was a second one of him below. I asked, “Why are there two of you?” There was one standing and one sitting now with his head away from me. I walked in front to see his face and noticed it was different. I immediately thought of the classic joke about how white people think black guys all look the same and said, “This must seem racist. I only saw the back of your head. You’re hair all look the same to me.” (I changed the joke from faces to hair and it seemed funny at the time). The one in the chair didn’t speak, but the first guy said, “Do you want your hair changed?” I said, “Alright!” I then saw a tall mirror in the middle of the field, a few feet away from me and saw my reflection. I had long hair and the guy changed it suddenly and it was shortened to ear-length. It looked dumb, and a bit girly. Then it changed again with a few twists and curls, and was now much more feminine and looked ridiculous on me. I then willed my skin color to change to green and it reminded me of an Oompa Loopa, just like the photo I saw a few days ago on The Late Show when Colbert made fun of Donald Trump. Then I changed my skin to blue and I noticed a few patches of blue in my hair as well.
I turned away and saw a few large evergreens in the yard. I knew the guy said he was my ‘intern’ and he seemed like a gardener, so I just impulsively made a tree fall with a flick of my hand to show him how easy it is in a lucid dream. I pointed at the tree and then swiped my finger downward and the tree sunk into the ground about halfway. I did it again, and the whole thing got swallowed up by the ground and disappeared. Then I asked him, “So what do you want to learn? Give me a challenge and I’ll try it.” He said, “Make a bird explode”.
Exploding Sea Gulls
I noticed, all of a sudden, we were on a beach, and I saw three or four small black birds in the distant sky and a few lone seagulls. I willed one of the seagulls closer. It was still flapping its wings to go forward, but I made it come right up close to us like my hand was a magnet to get a better view of it. I raised my hand and tried to make it explode, but it didn’t work. The bird fell to the ground and was sitting in a patch of tall grass where the sand ends and soil starts. I tried again, and I saw the bird inflate, and distend into a gnarled form and then it shrunk back down again. I said, “Birds don’t explode with fire.” After saying that, I imagined the bird had swallowed a bomb and I then imagined it detonating. It worked! I saw it explode with a small fiery explosion like in the movies but on a smaller scale. The others said words of praise, like “Good Job!” You’re awesome!” I said, “Not really. It took a few tries”. I decided to try again. I saw another seagull, and drew it in closer against its will, imagined the same thing, and made it explode in the middle of the air. I saw a plume of fire and then dark, black smoke get whisked away with the wind. It was so realistic and I knew I had no way to describe it after waking up, so I said out loud in the dream, so I wouldn’t forget, “Did you see how the smoke cloud drifted off like that?” Again they said words of congratulations. The first guy seemed more like John now (an old friend of mine from India) and said, “Spectacular”. I heard the others say something like, “Good Job,” and “Amazing!”
That’s when I realized I was with three people now. I asked, “What are your names?” I thought to myself, they might be Id, Ego, and Superego. They didn’t answer though. I looked at the third person and he was a tall Asian guy. I wondered what nationality he was and he seemed Korean. The scene changed suddenly and I was in doors, in a public place with a wide hall like in a mall or shopping arcade.
The Violin
Then I asked, “What else should I do?” The main guy who was the only speaker said, “Play the violin”. At the time, I thought it was familiar. Of course I should do that, as if it was a goal of mine. The only thing I can think of that caused it now is that I saw a guy play violin on Penn and Teller: Fool Us, yesterday and got praise for his talent being more than a mere magician. Right when he said it, I noticed a woman approaching with a violin and knew it was no coincidence. She came over with a baby strapped to her chest, and handed me a violin. It was extremely small, only about four inches long. She then pulled the bow out of a pocket or small baggie, and it too was only a few inches long. I held the violin, not under my chin, but in one hand so I could see it. The strings were not straight. They had some creases in it like old wire. I placed my left index finger on a string and tried to play and it sounded absolutely horrible. (much like the magician last night during his comedy routine). I then tossed the violin aside, and made it blow up like the bird. It worked easily now, and I saw it catch fire. I wanted to go over and touch it and see if the flames were hot because it looked very realistic. I didn’t want to lose track of the dream though and directed my attention back on the three people I was with.
The main guy, John, began speaking and it was confusing. It all seemed like random words, and I lost track of where I was and everything became chaotic. I eventually woke up.