Beekeeper
11th July 2008, 09:31 AM
Was using rhythm napping on Thursday night. Had multiple dreams of the false awakening type but they were difficult to recall. At some point my eldest son joined me on the bed. I felt him there as a real physical presence: a big, clumsy thud beside me. Convinced he’d woken me from my dreaming, I explained I was trying to get lucid and probably told him what I’d just dreamt (can't recall well). He responded as he would in life and I said I was going back to bed now because it was too cold in the guest bed. I didn’t ask him why he was out of bed but I did realise then that I was experiencing a false awakening and that my body was still asleep in the guest room. I can’t recall what occurred after this (maybe I was more tired than I thought). There were similar false awakenings but I'm unsure of their number and exact nature.
Later I find myself on a bus with my husband driving. He is an attentive and encouraging presence and, I strongly suspect, what Kurt Leland would call a facilitator/guide rather than a dream character. I chat to him about what I’ve just experienced in the way of false awakenings and he looks interested, but I don’t ask him why he is driving a bus or why the way is unfamiliar but feels right.
Next I find myself in a dream. A young woman I work with is showing me her watch. She says her mother made it. I look at it and see it has dolphins on it but no numbers. I say it’s a nice watch but I always prefer watches with numbers. She shows me it again and says, “It does have numbers, see?†I look. Now it has some numbers and its background says something about California. I’m looking at a watch (another method I’ve used for reality- checking) that keeps transforming but I’m too far-gone to twig. She tells me that another teacher is being kind and helping her write her exam paper. I don’t recognise him but I accept that as a result of being new to the school. (Clearly, her test was for me! I wonder who he was?)
I awaken. It’s 5.30 and too cold so I go back to my bed where I know I can tap into G's body heat. I know there’s still a good chance for lucid dreaming.
I’m driving into some kind of snowfield/ fun-park with the family. G warns me that the first thrill ride is the drive in. I go over a small hill and there’s a sense of fun. Then there’s the next hill and I expect it to be a bump like the first. It’s not; we have come to the edge of a steep precipice. We seem to teeter momentarily and then we’re plummeting. G says something about my mistake. We land in water and are perhaps partly cushioned by some inflatable device. We crawl out, unperturbed.
A teenage attendant waits to help us down a metal ladder. He has a measuring stick to gauge our height and weight. (I think this is something to do with measuring awareness as I teeter on lucidity). I tell him my height to be helpful (this is accurate information). Now we’re free in the fun-park and I know I’m dreaming. Still lucidity isn't total as I tell the "family" that we're dreaming, as if they are real.
I begin to fly immediately, as do they. It’s the usual fun, even though the kids get in the way sometimes. I land and decide to change my appearance. Jennifer Anniston comes to mind (go figure- maybe something about being a "friend") and I face my family and say, “Whom do I look like?†No response. They’re being dull dream characters now but I’m too distracted by the fun I’m having to attain a higher state of lucidity. I don’t know if I’ve successfully transformed or not and I'm quickly distracted from finding out.
A man who mistakes me for a fun-park attendant takes my attention. He asks if I can put an announcement over for someone to meet him. I play along, reach towards a brick pillar and make a walk-talky type microphone appear in my hand. I put over an announcement for the person to meet the man beneath building 8 (?) He is possibly the other teacher in the former dream.
Dreaming takes over. I seem to be naked and very, very thin for much of this night’s dreaming. Sometimes I’m aware of it and bothered, improvising clothing. At other times I’m indifferent to it. Most likely it’s because the night is cold. My extreme thinness probably represents the need for more blankets. Fairly normal dreams follow this sequence.
Later I find myself on a bus with my husband driving. He is an attentive and encouraging presence and, I strongly suspect, what Kurt Leland would call a facilitator/guide rather than a dream character. I chat to him about what I’ve just experienced in the way of false awakenings and he looks interested, but I don’t ask him why he is driving a bus or why the way is unfamiliar but feels right.
Next I find myself in a dream. A young woman I work with is showing me her watch. She says her mother made it. I look at it and see it has dolphins on it but no numbers. I say it’s a nice watch but I always prefer watches with numbers. She shows me it again and says, “It does have numbers, see?†I look. Now it has some numbers and its background says something about California. I’m looking at a watch (another method I’ve used for reality- checking) that keeps transforming but I’m too far-gone to twig. She tells me that another teacher is being kind and helping her write her exam paper. I don’t recognise him but I accept that as a result of being new to the school. (Clearly, her test was for me! I wonder who he was?)
I awaken. It’s 5.30 and too cold so I go back to my bed where I know I can tap into G's body heat. I know there’s still a good chance for lucid dreaming.
I’m driving into some kind of snowfield/ fun-park with the family. G warns me that the first thrill ride is the drive in. I go over a small hill and there’s a sense of fun. Then there’s the next hill and I expect it to be a bump like the first. It’s not; we have come to the edge of a steep precipice. We seem to teeter momentarily and then we’re plummeting. G says something about my mistake. We land in water and are perhaps partly cushioned by some inflatable device. We crawl out, unperturbed.
A teenage attendant waits to help us down a metal ladder. He has a measuring stick to gauge our height and weight. (I think this is something to do with measuring awareness as I teeter on lucidity). I tell him my height to be helpful (this is accurate information). Now we’re free in the fun-park and I know I’m dreaming. Still lucidity isn't total as I tell the "family" that we're dreaming, as if they are real.
I begin to fly immediately, as do they. It’s the usual fun, even though the kids get in the way sometimes. I land and decide to change my appearance. Jennifer Anniston comes to mind (go figure- maybe something about being a "friend") and I face my family and say, “Whom do I look like?†No response. They’re being dull dream characters now but I’m too distracted by the fun I’m having to attain a higher state of lucidity. I don’t know if I’ve successfully transformed or not and I'm quickly distracted from finding out.
A man who mistakes me for a fun-park attendant takes my attention. He asks if I can put an announcement over for someone to meet him. I play along, reach towards a brick pillar and make a walk-talky type microphone appear in my hand. I put over an announcement for the person to meet the man beneath building 8 (?) He is possibly the other teacher in the former dream.
Dreaming takes over. I seem to be naked and very, very thin for much of this night’s dreaming. Sometimes I’m aware of it and bothered, improvising clothing. At other times I’m indifferent to it. Most likely it’s because the night is cold. My extreme thinness probably represents the need for more blankets. Fairly normal dreams follow this sequence.