Not going to lie, have a May 1st deadline on a huge overhaul on an application with a website design stacked on top of that plus all the daily support calls I get at my work makes for some very long days, cuts deep into my ability to write very in-depth dreams entries. If you ever wonder why I seem to disappear and re-appear on-line it is my career path.
I think it’s worth mentioning because my work can be so demanding my sleep can be 4-5 hours a night and I still manage to lucid dream under the intense stress and anxiety that it causes. In fact, I find if I can stretch the time in dreams it feels like I’ve been away from here and asleep for a very long time.
The problem isn’t in lucid dreaming it’s having the time to write them down afterwards. I haven’t had any real fantasy driven ones, took a break from Genre Specific Lucid Dreaming and opted into just letting the dreams flow without overlaying the content with some projections of fantasy.
Yesterdays lucid dream March 21, 2018 during a nap was amazing in that time stretched. The start of the dream I was in some city for a concert when I became conscious I was dreaming. This let me explore the city and I saw this really odd hotel called, “The Hemp” and the building was painted purple with bright yellow and graffiti everywhere.
The concept for the hotel was that it had a large dispensary and you could smoke in your hotel room. I wasn’t interested in smoking weed but the hotel was too jazzed up with art and was to interesting not to explore. When I went inside to find out the pricing, the clerk just gave me a room key. I noticed that the place inside was a mess, very unkempt. My room was also a mess, but I didn’t care.
I spent quite a bit of time at this hotel including sleeping at my room and going about the city, at one point flying in the hotel lobby because I was bored of walking. Shortly after I ended up changing settings to go back to TMI. While at TMI I was back at a CHEC unit for a room, but this time I knew I was just dreaming that I was back there however had really amazing discussions with the dream characters regarding the nature of dreaming.
It was nice, I was able to go back out side and walk around again. At TMI there is this massive crystal and it was very fun to go there and check it out in a lucid dream. Unfortunately, all the dream characters were not from my group. They were all new actors in this dream. That was probably the only disappointment. Wanted to really log this dream but had to be at work in less that 30 minutes after waking up and was there for almost 12 hours.
Todays Lucid dream, I wanted to log because it had one of my TMI facilitators in it. Thought I should just write it down before rushing out to work early. The dream lasted a very long time, and the start into it is already faded I took to much time writing about my dream from yesterday.
However, when I became conscious in the dream it’s much easier to remember than when I was unconscious leading up to that moment. I was walking along a beach by this point enjoying the beauty of the setting and saw him working on a boat.
I walked up and said, “I knew I remembered seeing you in my dreams.” and he looks at me.
“We have to get this boat ready before the storm comes!” he tells me.
I look at the boat and it is made entirely from Styrofoam, I mean it may as well have been an over sized coffee cup but in the shape of a boat. I touch the outer hull which has about 1″ thickness and laugh thinking, “Only in a dream would I find a Styrofoam boat.”
“You don’t mind if I come along for a ride?” I ask him. At this point he is adding a top layer and sawing a hatch into it. I’m also thinking he’s going to cut right through the entire boat as he’s sawing away.
“No, I’m almost done this hatch then we can go inside.” he tells me.
The hatch opens up to a fairly spacious interior and I was surprised at it, the dream obviously changing the boat somewhat to make up for some spacial depth inconsistencies. I climb in and again everything feels flimsy, there a even rivets made of Styrofoam and it feels like stepping on foam.
There were small little rooms in the inside. And some other people just so happened to already be inside (now fully furnished with sleeping bags and lights). I recognize another person from my TMI group, she’s in one of the small rooms lying down in a sleeping blanked, she has some small teddy bear with big eyes.
She’s concerned about the storm, but I tell her not to worry. “It’s just a dream. There’s nothing to worry about.” I tell her.
She looks at me, “Do you really think so?”
“We are on a boat made of Styrofoam, it doesn’t get any more dream than that.” I laugh.
She smiles and we start to talk more. We get into a discussion about dreams, and how immersive they are. How when we are in one it is hard to break out of the immersion due to the intense realism and psychological inhibitors that cause unconsciousness.
I could feel the boat moving on the water, the boat and it’s unusually flimsy material would kind of flex and bend with the waves. This did give the ride a very uneasy feeling. I decide to lie down in the next little room, it had a really nice thick and soft sleeping blanket. I close my eyes and drift off into sleep.
When I wake back up, I am still in the same dream in my sleeping bag and am surprised that I fell asleep in the dream. I must have lost some lucidity and quickly re-orientate myself with the fact that the dream is still going on strong.
The boat is still Styrofoam. I walk to the hatch and go outside to see the Ocean. I see Steve and he’s got a telescope scanning the horizon. Gives me a back story on how the storm swept us off coarse and that he had no idea where we were.
I laugh, “Probably in the same dream where we last left off.” The ocean however was very nice, as far as I could see. Rolling waves and all the nice fluffy clouds in the sky. I decide to just enjoy the view and setting for a bit.
Then we spot a dock and make our way. It’s kind of funny because we end up in Cuba of all places. And we are met with military police to whom I have a hard time talking to because they don’t speak any English.
Finally someone does and I explain to them that we were lost at sea due to a storm which somehow brought us to Cuba. He wants to see passports and I don’t have mine, and being a dream… I really don’t care.
I was more interested in the military uniform’s decoration. The dock and the other boats that unlike the one we road in on, were actually authentic looking in every way. A group of us unload from the boat and walk down the pier to this building which is more like a house.
We go inside while they figure out what they are going to do with us. This girl that I meet in side tells me that they are going to arrest me and my friends. I end up taking the bait, falling for dream drama which is a good indicator that my lucidity had declined so I was now in more of a semi-lucid state.
This concerned me that my friends and I would be arrested in Cuba so I walked over to another boat to see if I could get them to help us escape only to find out they were all part of the same group. They ask me how I got there and where we were from which if you know me in dreams, any kind of rationalization always brings me back into focus.
I snap back into lucidity after trying to answer all the questions and when I realize I am still in this dream I laugh, the drama of being arrested and all the nonsense suddenly didn’t matter.
I took a good look at the people I was with, I didn’t recognize a single person and they certainly looked Cuban. Now I just wanted to have a cigar and check out the setting as I’ve never been to Cuba before, this would be the first time to even dream about it.
I walk back into the house and they are preparing dinner for us. It smells really good, spicy. Now this is more like it, some hospitality and good food. People are sitting around the table and I go have a seat.
The food looks really amazing, best of all it smells fantastic but they take too much time setting the table, getting everything in place and finally serving it. Before I get to try the food, I wake up.
Well, why stop there right? So back to sleep I go and here are 3 other lucid dreams that followed.
This dream I starts as I am falling asleep and I it starts like a 2D window where I see a classroom, the outside of the window is like a white static noise tunnel and the image snaps into my REM screen locking in as I wake up sitting at a desk with a person next to me talking about wanting to learn about lucid dreaming.
“If you are already meeting me, you are already in a dream.” I tell him.
I put my hand on the desk and stabilize my focus and awareness. “You need to teach this class, you know more about dreams than anyone here.”
I look at him, “Why would I teach a class on lucid dreaming inside an already existing lucid dream. This already is a dream, you are just one realization away from knowing this fact.” I tell him.
He looks at me with excitement, “You mean, this is already a dream?”
“Kind of obvious isn’t it?” I tell him.
“No, not really it looks so real” he replies. “I read you can change the dream, how did you really put a triangle on your hand.” he asks me.
“Yes, it’s right here.” I tell him as I show him my hand. Being as it’s a dream, I make the triangle now vibrant and glowing.
“Dude! That’s amazing! How did you do that!” he replies excited.
“Like you said, I changed the dream.” I replied.
The classroom is full of people and I see this woman walk in with dark hair, she is wearing a dark red outfit with possibly black flowers on it. I recognize her from an old past dream. In that dream she was a real trouble maker causing problems for me. I made a note to not interact assuming it will just generate dream drama.
I go over to another area of the class room and sit down. These older ladies join me, all of them in tears. I find out they are suffering from grief over the death of someone they knew.
An exterior noise in real-life wakes me up. I could get up and go to work early but was having fun being conscious in my dreams so why not go for round 3.
I relax back into sleep and enter another dream where I am on an Airplane and land in this airport. The location looks middle eastern and I find out that I have arrived in Iran. I’m not sure what City but as I walk to the baggage claim I see Dr. Art Funkhouser who is excited to meet me.
Knowing it was a dream made it a pleasant encounter, I haven’t had a dream with Art in it for quite some years. He tells me to sit at a table that he needs to gather a few more people saying we all need to meet here.
Foolishly I agree and let him walk off while I orientate myself that I am dreaming and also very interested as to why I would be in Iran of all places in this dream. It is very busy at the airport and people are bustling about.
I also notice I can’t read any of the signs as it’s in Arabic. I sit patiently waiting for Art to return then start to rationalize the idea that maybe being a dream he isn’t going to return and I am just complying to dream drama.
I decide to go look for him and walk through the airport but no luck. Finally I go outside and there is a white pick-up truck, it’s somewhat old and worn. But it’s a shuttle to a hotel and we have to sit in the back of the cab.
I jump in and go for a ride, there are several people in the cab with me. I’m a bit nervous being in this new location but easily remedy any fear with the knowing it’s just a dream and decided site seeing would be fun.
We drive through many lights into this city and I decide I’ve had enough fun in the truck and jump out on the next stop. It’s very interesting to see all these new sights, places I clearly never have been in my waking life.
I cross a street and start walking down a side walk, cars drive by and the buildings look vivid and real. Like all dreams, the realism was exquisite. I still wanted to find Art but the amount of time spent driving and walking expired the dream as I woke up.
Still having time to sleep before work, I decided one more round of lucid dreaming and this one was a lot of fun because I ended up hanging out with Jason Mews from Clerks but as his Jay character.
Which was fun, we were just goofing around talking shit the whole time. Great dream role-playing which I always enjoy.
Finally woke up. Decided had to at least write one night session down.