- In bed – 10.13pm
- Lights off – 10.50pm
- Woke up – 8.54am
Did a lot of writing t and still sorting out the house things. There wasn’t a huge amount of awareness or any dream prep, just reading at night and a large amount of mantra and med.
Dreams
3.36am – I’m not sure how this one started, perhaps winning something to have a school dance (a common element of late). I had planned to wear a red, satin shirt and white trousers to the dance (oh dear!). But we all went to a pool first, and everyone was playing basketball, only the hoop was in the water, and was blocked by a metal girder. So you had to jump in and throw at the same time. I hadn’t had a go yet, so I ran and grabbed a ball, but slipped into the pool at the same time. Underwater everything flashed red, like when you get hit in some computer games. I thought that was weird, very dreamlike, I made a quick note to check reality when I got back out. But was very disoriented and stumbling around from being hit by the water.
7.26am – This was quite a long dream following a business venture of my nan’s. She was off to Africa this time, only it was actually Cardiff. Somehow she ended up rolling in a nest of ‘brown’ ants and getting badly hurt. I had to call around a bunch of people to see if they could help, I even called a person who I have literally only met twice in my life. They told me they would do everything they could. After that I went to sleep, cause it was late. When I woke up I had many messages from this person, saying they tried all this stuff, but couldn’t think of anything else to do, sorry. So they were going to bed as well. I felt a little guilty I hadn’t told them that my nan was going to be fine regardless. I then had a few dream signs, most obvious being my treacle running, I noticed that it was a dreamsign, but I think I was so convinced that I wasn’t dreaming then, and I was quite out of breath, that I didn’t test reality. Damn! Then I ‘woke up’ and was talking to my girlfriend about the dream, how I remembered the beginning and the end, but I didn’t recall the ‘decent into melancholia’ apparently. But I didn’t pick up on this one as a dreamsign either. Sigh!
8.22am – A dream about trying to find a new place to live, me and my girlfriend went to a couple of places. The first was really tall and thin, with windy stairs and overlapping shelves so you hit your head when climbing the stairs. The next one was huge, like a mansion, and getting in there we saw that there were a couple of pairs of cockatoo’s just hanging around. My sister used to have one, and it genuinely bullied me when I was ten or twelve. It used to wait on the tops of doors until I came into the hallway, then swoop at me and claw my shoulders; just me, no one else. And he used to wait on top of the blanket I was using as a shield until I ran out of air, or was leaving. Little bastard! This dream was apparently my time to get payback. We had a packet of chocolate biscuits to hand, which we used a missiles as they swooped down at us. We ran through the halls and up some stairs. I threw my last biscuit at the nearest bird and missed. Then picked up a white, plastic chair and smacked him from the air with one of the legs. Then I noticed a woman coming up the stairs in a very creepy white shawl, moving like she was from a horror movie, really jerky and speedy. I knew it was my sister… so I launched the chair at her before realising that this was very bizarre and could be a dream. I did nothing about that thought, of course, and so I didn’t really become lucid. I just woke up.
So many near misses, but not one real lucid. Well technically I might have been lucid in all of them. If lucidity is just realising that your in a dream; but still I think I was just a small step away from that each time. I just didn’t act quick enough while the possibility of lucidity was dangled in front of me. Maybe I need to train more intensely, or focus my RC more, or give them an immediate reaction from the dream possibility.