Dream Journal: Lucid dreaming achieved! Kind of… for a quick half second
Beware of horny old men and soul-sucking aliens
Four days into my dream journaling experiment and I’ve already experienced my first lucid dream. Not bad!
… Only problem was, even though I knew I was dreaming I couldn’t control the events. And the trigger I’ve been trying to train my sleep self to recognize as proof I’m dreaming ended up being the thing that killed my lucidity and forced me back into the internal logic of the dream. Thwarted!
Soul-snatching aliens, sex auctions, and even MORE totalitarian-regime-toppling rebels after the jump…
I wrote this fragment in my journal in the middle of the night and I don’t remember anything about it:
“I’m letting the self-absorbed model off easy by not telling anyone what he did to me in the woods that night.”
Hmm… makes me wonder. What exactly DID that self-absorbed model do to me in the woods that night?
In the wee hours of the morning I had another dream. Here’s what I wrote about it when I woke up around 3:00 a.m.:
… Because I shot my mouth off to the wrong guy, I find myself in a contest with two other women in which we are competing to see which of us will be auctioned off to one of the male contest judges. The lucky winner will be expected to sleep with the judge who picks the lucky straw.
As the contest begins, I realize I have zero desire to participate in it. But if I back out I will have lost the bet I made and so I decide to stay in the contest and subvert it from within. I figure if I mock the whole process I will shame the judges into stopping it before it goes too far.
That strategy backfires. They think my mocking attitude is refreshing – they think I’m playing hard to get. Even though I know I’m sealing my own doom, I can’t help but be quick with my comebacks, witty and charming. And the judges all LOVE my chocolate cake, which I had to submit as my cooking entry.
I meet one of my fellow contestants on a break. She’s completely dressed to the nines and looks terrified. She REALLY wants to win. I want her to win too because I have no desire to sleep with one of the judges. But they all like me best because I’m so rebellious.
… Speaking of being rebellious, once AGAIN I had dream where a small band of freedom fighters was going up against an oppressive power.
In this instance,the evil regime was a ship of aliens who had come to our small town in order to take it over and start mining our resources. We had something that WE thought was without value in the muck of our harbour seabed, but they used it to build weapons or some such thing. And so to gain unfettered access to the harbour’s ocean floor, they began taking over the local townsfolk one by one. Cue scary music here…
Some of our coworkers at our workplace began disappearing. They’d just not show up for their shift and then we’d never see them again. Others, meanwhile, were acting very strangely. Inhumanly, you might say. My boyfriend, his friend, and I — the three of us began to watch them with suspicion. We knew something insidious was happening and we figured we needed to get some proof before we approached the cops about it.
Then one of the chief meanies fired my boyfriend’s best friend, leaving just the two of us to solve the mystery. My boyfriend tried to make me stay away from the whole thing — he was worried that things were heating up and he didn’t want anything bad to happen to me. But I didn’t want anything bad to happen to him so I insisted I was staying by his side until the bitter end.
… Then there was a brief blip in which I saw the giant sasquatches that were soon to become our allies in the war against the evil aliens. They were as tall as the trees they were walking through. There were other, regular-sized sasquatches with them, who reached only to their knees.
Suddenly I was back with my boyfriend again, in a crowded bookstore. One of the women we worked with was there. She was the receptionist for the chief meanie that fired our friend. Since we knew she was sleeping with him, we figured she was one of the bad guys. Our suspicions were confirmed when she exposed a raw gaping wound above her knee, then shoved her fingers deep into the wound and pulled out a pink, fist-sized pulsing organ, not unlike the mollusk under the bridge from my dream the night before.
… Then she began to eat it. We were suitably grossed out.
One of our geeky but brilliant coworkers was there as well. I realized he would be the perfect person to help my boyfriend and I figure out what the aliens were up to, so I suggested my boyfriend go and talk to him.
That was when I realized I was dreaming. I think some part of my brain was analyzing the scene with the giant sasquatches and thought, “Hey wait a minute, that’s not very realistic.” (Unlike evil soul-snatching aliens.)
As soon as I knew I was dreaming, I grabbed my boyfriend’s elbow. “Screw all this,” I said. “Let’s go have sex.”
He looked at me as if I were crazy.
“Seriously,” I told him, “This is all just a dream. Let’s enjoy it while we can!”
Reluctantly, he agreed to go with me, but said he wanted to talk to the geek first. I sighed and rolled my eyes, but agreed. “But hurry — I don’t want to wake up before we have some fun.”
He promised he’d be quick.
As I waited impatiently for his return, I glanced down at my left hand. The same left hand I’ve been trying to train myself to look at in my dreams, with the idea that if I don’t see my wedding ring, I’ll figure out I’m dreaming and be able to control my dream environment.
Well. I looked at my left hand and didn’t see my wedding ring. What I saw instead was a red open sore on the back of my hand the size of a golf ball. “Holy crap,” I thought. “I’ve been infected!”
That’s when I lost my lucidity. I forgot I was dreaming and fell right back into the plot of the dream. Desperate to find my boyfriend, I went into the book store’s private back room. He was there, talking with the geek. I went up to them and tapped him on the arm. “We’ve got no time to lose!” I said, showing him my hand. “If we don’t act soon, I’m going to become one of them!”
That’s when I woke up.
Tags: aliens dreams, Lucid Dreams, rebel alliance dreams
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July 31, 2009 4:55 pm
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