- In bed – 9.38pm
- Lights off – 11.48pm
- Woke up – 8.23am
Today had a good amount of mostly nothing productive. My dream prep was good and general awareness was I think better. In bed was going to have good mantras and meditation, but I very nearly had a similar dream creation experience from a week or so ago, where straight from waking I flesh out dreams scenes that play immediately. My girlfriend calls this day dreaming, which may well be right, she says she does it easily, but I’ve never had this sort of thing happened before in my life (one of the reasons way I think she‘d be so much better at lucid dreaming than I am, if only she wasn’t so sceptical and think it was a load of hogwash… ah well).
Dreams
4.49am – This was three distinct scenes of a dream, I don’t know how they fitted together, if at all, but first up was me being angry because someone had posted very sexual and rude pictures of me up on Facebook. That’s it. Next was a love story in space. Two people had both seen red and white umbrellas from space, and commented that it was so special because, ‘all of the Postmen could see them.’ The last part I recall was a man being very late for a bus. He had asked that the bus be held for him, he would arrive on the third day. So on the third day the bus waited for a long time, and just as the driver was about to leave the man showed up, got on and sat down next to his absolute best friend, a tabby cat who had missed him and sat patiently for him to return on the third day he nuzzled at his arm and I woke up.
7.15am – Exploring a part of my old high school with some family. We had parked up, not next to the leaking gas canisters, and the handbrake was awful so we chocked stones under the wheels. Inside the building we looked around, it was empty… until it wasn’t. We found it to be a hotel and this room was occupied we saw some bags and clothes etc. My brother was leading the way and was still convinced that no one was staying there despite the evidence to the contrary. He ran on a head and down some stairs. We began hearing two voices come back up, saying ‘wasp’. Two figures showed up swatting at the air. It was ok though, my stepfather confirmed that the other men didn’t have a slaver’s accent.
8.23am – A man went on a talent/game/dating show, he was the ‘Elephant Man’, in reality just a slightly obese guy. Chosen to go on a date with him was an old friend of mine, (a guy), who thought it would be a nice thing to do. Lost for conversation the only thing that came to mind when he first saw him was, ‘what do you like to eat?’ We learnt he liked Indian food, was a good chef and was mostly vegan. Who knew. Afterwards many people filled the room and were mingling, a party situation perhaps. Some were leaving, but just as they were going through the doors a couple of them had wardrobe malfunctions, with nipples popping out. They didn’t realise until later and were embarrassed. Nudity begets nudity in dreams I’ve found, so now there were many people fully nude just wandering around, mingling with the party guests. Which of course leads me to go and play basketball, I mean what else could I have done, (except realise this was totally bizarre and click that I was dreaming). Out on the court, I’m as usual pretty useless, dropping the ball, even forgetting the rules and calling a foul when people formed a scrum around me (how could I forget that was in the basketball rule book). I’ve noticed that I rarely if ever take a shot in my sports dreams. Finally, and continuing my injury in sports dream theme, I got my hand stepped on and the skin grazed off.