I became the replacement for my uncle killed in the war
by al

Date of dream: Friday, March 22, 2013

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Lucid Intent? Yes     Lucid Technique: Other

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I can see right through the entire length of my pinky finger, looking through where it meets my hand on the palm side, and with my pinky bent at a right angle. There’s only glasslike skin covering the cavity at the palm end, and a transparent layer of cartilage at the fingertip. I’m horrified, thinking that this is what all those years of knuckle-cracking have brought me (IRL I do have a problem with that habit). I wonder how the arthritis progressed so quickly without me noticing.

(wake up, heart is pounding, record, takes a long time to fall back to sleep)

I’m at P___ College and we’re watching the same computer animation from the beginning of the dream (although now I don’t remember seeing it in the beginning, or even anything about how it started at all). It’s incredibly detailed — it shows a view of the whole campus. Then, one (dream) memory pops into my head and I say, “Look, there’s the hall we used to listen to lectures in!” (After I woke up, I remembered that in real life there was never a building at that location on the campus). 

We end up in L____, but the streets are different. Then UFOs go flying by. We go inside a house. I say, “I remember now, we owned this house.”

In a second the glass of the windows become completely covered with cardboard so we can’t see out. That makes me lucid, wondering what dream mechanism is reacting to the statements I’m making. I open my mouth to say more, but I lose all strength and fall over. Nevertheless, I manage to shout, “Robert Louis Stevenson!” and I start to feel like I’m losing consciousness completely. 

But I shake my head back and forth and wake up.

(record, fall back to sleep)

M____ and her daughter are near an elevated sidewalk and we see a distorted rainbow through the glass around it. Someone is singing about Santa Claus and destroying “Abraham’s arches,” while these Easter Island-like sculptures blow up somewhat realistically in the distance (so realistically that I’m not clued in that this is a dream). The guy singing is a former movie star who now has such bloodshot eyes that his retinas keep reflecting back red and his pupils are so dilated that his eyes look COMPLETELY red. 

On the ceiling are dusty paintings of the presidents, Warren G. Harding and Abraham Lincoln.

(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)

In front of a house, I feel a lucid dream is stale because I’ve been sleeping too long. 

Then, with others in a car, I have one of us be a ghost because there’s not enough room in the car. I give myself some kind of superpower injection and I push a boat along telekinetically. Then I pass a black navy destroyer with radar dishes. The others say they may fire on us, but I pass it without incident. I’m headed for an island of black sand in the middle of a lake.

(shift) Dad is arguing with me, insisting I had replaced Uncle A__ (his brother) in this timeline because A____ died so meaninglessly in World War II (the latter was true in real life, it was a fluke accident that killed him in the Pacific Theater).

I wake up.

this dream technique makes you forget your dreams
by al

Date of dream: Monday, March 18, 2013

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Lucid Intent? Yes     Lucid Technique: Other

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Someone asks, “What is it?” We’re looking at a strange sight.

I say, “It’s a molding tree stump,” but I also see brown, rotini pasta-shaped worms crawling over its surface and realize they’re about to crawl up my pant leg, because I’m right over it — I scamper away.

(wake up, record, fall back to sleep)

I’m at a party held by someone who’s very wealthy, in their mansion. I go to get some blue champagne but it’s in a heavy blue box and I have trouble getting it there.

(shift) I think I’m sleeping in real life with my covers over my head and I can see the room around me right through the material like I have x-ray vision. But I don’t recognize that it’s the wrong room. I awaken and, indeed, I do have my sleep mask on, but not the covers over my head. I’m not all the way awake yet, so I intentionally go back and forth between dreams (forgotten) and waking maybe five times, trying to hover on the “in-between” point between the two states. When I awaken the last time, I realize that doing this makes you forget all the dreams you have. I don’t quite understand why. 

too many blankets and thirst lead to a lucid nightmare
by al

Date of dream: Sunday, March 17, 2013

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Lucid Intent? Yes     Lucid Technique: Other

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Someone delivers plants to our office — I’ve been demoted to an office job on Memorial Drive in the Cambridge area in a rundown building. The plants come with candles and gauzy curtains for our windows. As I’m getting ready to leave I notice the curtains have caught on fire. Already, I can feel smoky air going in my lungs. I tell someone and find a fire extinguisher, but by now the flames are big on my desk. Nevertheless, we put it out and run outside. I tell him we were in danger of smoke inhalation.

He says, “Oh no, look back.”

The whole second floor is up in flames. I become really angry that management delivered the curtains with the lit candles — it really is their fault this is happening. We run back towards Massachusetts Avenue near Harvard and I try to get my cell phone out, but it’s in holders inside of holders inside of holders, and when I finally find it, it’s the first cell phone I ever had, a small, gray thing. That tips me off it’s a dream. Still not completely lucid, though, I tell a midget cab driver to call 911. He’s slow to understand what I’m asking, which doesn’t surprise me at this point, and his cab is a model-T trolley-style vehicle.

Someone exclaims, “Look now!” and there’s a huge fireball going up in the sky from our old office building. 

Then we’re on the Boston side of the Charles River and we trudge down Storrow Drive. It’s then I discover that my iPhone 5 was in my pocket the whole time. Figures, I think to myself.

People fly like rockets past us overhead. I think, It’s a dream, why not do that, too. I do a loop-de-loop while leaving a black smoke trail behind me, but the cohesion starts to break down and it doesn’t completely feel like I’m off the ground.

Suddenly I find myself in an earlier part of the dream (forgotten now) where other dreamers and I are stuck in this loop where it’s almost like we’re playing a endless loop video game that we can’t get out of. Cars keep crashing into the guardrails on Storrow Drive and all of us, who are cartoon characters, take turns putting the rails back together. I tell them I know it is a dream. 

I try to shut the lights out in the car, and someone says, “You can’t.” Indeed, all three switches just do different levels for the headlights and the inside of the car.

I wake up and discover I’m really thirsty and I have too many blankets on.