Date of dream: Wednesday, March 14, 2007
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I'm on the phone with Grandma W___. It's back in time, before I was born, and her voice is different from what I
remember of it when she was in her 90s. She still has the same Hungarian accent, but her voice is lilting and fast. She
thinks she's talking to "little Al" [even though technically in the dream I haven't been born yet!] but doesn't realize that
I'm an adult and I've gone back in time.
I wake up, eat a yogurt and go back to sleep.
I'm looking at a computer screen -- I see someone's page from the dream journal website. I quickly scan through it, at a
speed that's much faster than I can read in real life. They're all nonsensical words, though. There are two pages.
I wake up and have a little trouble falling back asleep. I finally get back into a dream. But I'm still in bed in the same
position I fell asleep in.
I notice the location is different -- it's the classroom that was adjacent to the gym at the high school I went to many years
ago. I move myself around very slowly, not wanting to wake up. I start to feel pretty confident that it's my astral body
moving around and not my physical body. So I get out of bed, light as a feather, and walk right through a dresser and
the wall to the outdoors.
I fly towards some stars. I notice new ones appear as I zoom closer. But I'm still only a few feet off the ground -- how
could I be getting closer to the stars if I haven't left Earth? I realize that the dream is low cohesion. I try to remember
what I wanted to do in a low cohesion dream, but I cannot recall it [I want to just be observant in a low cohesion dream,
and not try to "fix" it].
I think that a lucid dream like this would be a good opportunity for some sexual adventures, but the second I think that I
feel myself waking up. So I quickly dismiss the idea.
But now I'm back in the bed in the dark classroom. Quite a bit of time goes by just laying in this bed. I'm still wracking
my brain trying to remember what I want to do in a low cohesion dream. My brother, B__, shows up and I try to talk to
him. But he disappears suddenly.
There are other settings that I find myself in, including in a line of people in a chain-link fenced in area. The dream goes
on for a good hour, but the main thing is that it remains very low cohesion. The fact that it is of such long duration I
know almost guarantees that I won't be able to remember much after I wake up, but this doesn't bother me. After all, if
the quality is low, why is it worth remembering anyway?
I wake up and instantly remember what I want to do in low-cohesion dreams -- "Go with the flow and observe and DON'T
TRY TO FIX IT!"
Date of dream: Thursday, February 09, 2006
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As this dream is occurring, I'm lucid and I realize that the cohesion, or visual quality is quite low...so I consciously am
not really trying to remember the details, because I don't feel like these kind of dreams are that significant (but I
could be wrong!).
I'm with a bunch of high school kids. I am one myself, and my brother is there as one, too. The dream is about the
tale of one of them turning bad and working for the wrong people -- but, again, I'm not paying that much attention to
what's happening. I think we're in a school setting. The girls in the class get involved with the bad side, too.
I try to get the girls, at least, away from doing the wrong thing; the boys are hopelessly caught up in it. The girls are
dressed in formals like they would be for a senior prom in the 70s. We all go outside into the night.
Suddenly, many nuclear bombs go off. I can see all of them exploding on the horizon -- they light up the night sky.
The mushroom clouds are numerous. Still lucid, I decide I should try to face my fear of them. So I take off flying
right towards them, pointing my hands in their direction and just zooming along.
Nuclear Wallpaper Image Collection: "Castle Romeo"
However, I can't seem to get close to them.
(shift) We're now living in some post-nuclear world. The only trouble is, many people are working for the same bad
people now that were in the earlier part of the dream. Me and a few others are still fighting them, using magic. The
quality of the dream has deteriorated so badly by this point, though, that sets morph into other ones before a scene is
even finished. I've kind of stopped paying attention to the dream, because it just seems all so sloppy.
