Why? Why does my brain do this to me?
Not even me, apparently.
All too often I wake up in the middle of the night and scratch down a few notes to help me remember the dream I was just having. Then I go back to sleep, eager to experience my next nocturnal adventure.
But sometimes when I wake up I look at those notes and they make absolutely no friggin’ sense.
For example, what do you make of this:
Manboobs
Fury over getting my hours cut back
That makes it impossible for us to have kids over
Luck you!
Him: I don’t FEEL LUCKY…
That doesn’t even ring a bell. I have no idea what I could have been thinking as I wrote that.
However, clearly it must have been a nightmare. Manboobs and all…
It kind of makes me understand how people with early onset Alzheimer’s must feel. Yikes.
This dream dates back to when I was in university… It came the night after I’d been having a theological debate with a friend of mine. She’s a devout Anglican–me, a devout Agnostic.
(I definitely believe in a Higher Purpose that we cannot fathom with our tiny human brains. [Yet.] I also believe that we apprehend only the barest sliver of the reality that surrounds us and am perfectly willing to buy into the idea that some incomprehensible engine that is driving this whole machine.)
… But do I believe that eternal engine is an angry old man who says things like, “… for I the LORD thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me?”
Nope.
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I so need to buy this book
I’m beginning to realize that this whole lucid dream scene is riddled with as many baffling acronyms as the Canadian Armed Forces. (I worked at a military base as a student employee for two summers and have never seen so many randomly stuck-together letters in my life.)
I swear, one of these days I’m going to be able to proudly claim that because I’ve been doing CAT I had a WBTB WILD that transitioned into a DEILD triggered by a DS that gave me such awesome DC I woke up ROTFLMAO — SRSLY.
Or something like that…
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… And let’s not forget the maniac wielding said chainsaw.
Except, in this case — at least at one point — the chainsaw-wielding maniac was ME.
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You are slave to my nocturnal whims!
Most experienced lucid dreamers will tell you that in order to make your sleeping mind clue into the fact you’re dreaming, you need to do regular “reality checks.”
But what do you do when your sleeping mind uses your reality check to seriously mess with your head?
That’s what happened to me last night…
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I hate it when my insecurities bubble through into my dreams and ruin a good time.
… Not that being a common foot soldier trudging through a muddy field with the rest of the troops should be considered a good time. But it beats being told you’re a jealous, demanding, unlovable shrew who’s unworthy of her boyfriend’s affections…
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Your soul is MINE
Okay, I have to know — what is the DEAL with all these “Fight the Man” dreams?
Except in this case, the “Man” was Dame Judi Dench — and the Dame was looking for blood. Specifically, mine — all because I got suckered into trying to help some rebel priestesses win their freedom from a brutal regime.
I swear, you try to help some people…
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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…
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Typhoid-infested jungles… freedom-fighting space cowboys… and girls with electric whips.
Just another night in the twisted mind of Lucid Dream Girl…
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On Sunday morning when I woke up the following phrase kept repeating itself in my head:
We suffer then you decide.
… Make of that what you will.
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Clearly I Have Issues, Dream Journal | lucid dream girl | 
September 1, 2009 5:05 pm | 
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