Years ago I went through a phase of always having headphones and a CD player on. I remember coming in to work one day and telling my colleague, I bet one day, we all walk around with headsets on, and just plug in to wherever we are. Get to work, plug in to the phone, get in the car, plug in to the radio, get home, plug in to the computer or tv or whatever.
Well today I actualized that vision. I came home from work and it was the first really nice day we've had so far this year. We've had some sunny days in the 50's but today was forecast to be 60 and in fact at one point it reached 67. Plus we just changed the clocks ahead so it's staying lighter much later this week. So when I got home from work, I found myself wanting to walk my two big dogs. I set about trying to find a working CD player and headset. I found an old portable CD player for the car that my sister had handed down to me. But what to do for headphones? What could I use? Could the headset and mike I'd bought a few months ago, to Skype with Tom Campbell and friends, actually fit in that CD player and work? I tried it and why, yes! Yes it could! So my doggies had a fun walk and I rocked out to Aerosmith Done with Mirrors and all in all it was a beautiful evening.
I love a happy ending.
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Thursday, March 17, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
February Dream Journal
Well my trick with the car did not get me lucid so I tried another tack. I decided since I often see my mother in my dreams, that the next time I saw her, I should realize it's a dream and become lucid. Well only a few sleeps after making that decision, there she was so I tried it! She was standing there with me and my best friend Dianne and I said, Mom! You're here! That means this is a dream! This is a dream!
When I said it the second time, Dianne changed from her ordinary Caucasian self into a black person. I found that interesting to note.
Even though I had the realization it was a dream, I did not fly, remote view the winning Powerball numbers, or go visit any of the people I intended to "drop in on" if I ever gained lucidity. Oh well, tonight is another night.
Two other really memorable portions from the dream:
1.) I was working in an office building. I was out back for some reason (smoking?). Out back were two town workers (I had two town workers in my house this morning, before taking the nap that gave me this dream) in a gigantic blue vehicle/machine type contraption on tall skinny legs. The thing must have been fifty or sixty feet tall. It towered over me. The two workers were sort of having an argument. I think one of them did not want to drop their load while I was standing there watching. Someone else was outside too, but I think she had her back turned to the workers. She was pretty with short, dark hair, but I did not recognize her. The one who wanted to drop the load finally said something to the effect of, well are we gonna sit here and argue all day, or are we gonna do this thing? At which point the machine/vehicle backed up a bit, and the load it was carrying came down from the back of it and was deposited on the ground, and the workers immediately ske-daddled out of there. I walked over closer to the thing they left behind, and it was a blue nest of sorts, quite a large one, sort of sized and shaped like a hot tub, with what appeared to be a mother and several baby demon/dragon/dinosaur beings with scary red eyes. Somewhere I had seen these before, possibly on YouTube or in a movie. I knew this was not good and it became my responsibility to let everybody know. I went upstairs to where one of my co-workers sat on the 7th floor, and persuaded her to come to the window with me, but I knew so much time had passed, the nest and the critters would be gone by the time we got to the window and I was right. But I said I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I believe I was wishing I had had my camera (I've wished I had my camera handy a couple of times recently in real life.)
2.) The office building changed into a hotel and back into an office building. Someone had died and people were crying. Again I was smoking a cigarette and so could not go past the entryway, and I told Dianne, who had gone ahead of me, that I wasn't going in. She came out too and we watched as someone tried to hit someone else with a car. Then a guy named Jerry was in another car, a black futuristic Mustang-looking type car, and he came after me and Dianne in it! But luckily he did not allow enough clearance for a big pillar and slammed into that with the side of his car, not hurting him but preventing him from hitting us with it.
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I will try again if I see either of my parents in my dreams and let you know how it goes.
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When I said it the second time, Dianne changed from her ordinary Caucasian self into a black person. I found that interesting to note.
Even though I had the realization it was a dream, I did not fly, remote view the winning Powerball numbers, or go visit any of the people I intended to "drop in on" if I ever gained lucidity. Oh well, tonight is another night.
Two other really memorable portions from the dream:
1.) I was working in an office building. I was out back for some reason (smoking?). Out back were two town workers (I had two town workers in my house this morning, before taking the nap that gave me this dream) in a gigantic blue vehicle/machine type contraption on tall skinny legs. The thing must have been fifty or sixty feet tall. It towered over me. The two workers were sort of having an argument. I think one of them did not want to drop their load while I was standing there watching. Someone else was outside too, but I think she had her back turned to the workers. She was pretty with short, dark hair, but I did not recognize her. The one who wanted to drop the load finally said something to the effect of, well are we gonna sit here and argue all day, or are we gonna do this thing? At which point the machine/vehicle backed up a bit, and the load it was carrying came down from the back of it and was deposited on the ground, and the workers immediately ske-daddled out of there. I walked over closer to the thing they left behind, and it was a blue nest of sorts, quite a large one, sort of sized and shaped like a hot tub, with what appeared to be a mother and several baby demon/dragon/dinosaur beings with scary red eyes. Somewhere I had seen these before, possibly on YouTube or in a movie. I knew this was not good and it became my responsibility to let everybody know. I went upstairs to where one of my co-workers sat on the 7th floor, and persuaded her to come to the window with me, but I knew so much time had passed, the nest and the critters would be gone by the time we got to the window and I was right. But I said I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I believe I was wishing I had had my camera (I've wished I had my camera handy a couple of times recently in real life.)
2.) The office building changed into a hotel and back into an office building. Someone had died and people were crying. Again I was smoking a cigarette and so could not go past the entryway, and I told Dianne, who had gone ahead of me, that I wasn't going in. She came out too and we watched as someone tried to hit someone else with a car. Then a guy named Jerry was in another car, a black futuristic Mustang-looking type car, and he came after me and Dianne in it! But luckily he did not allow enough clearance for a big pillar and slammed into that with the side of his car, not hurting him but preventing him from hitting us with it.
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I will try again if I see either of my parents in my dreams and let you know how it goes.
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Monday, January 17, 2011
January 2011 Dream Journal
Ok so I haven't been recording my dreams but I've still been having some. My plan was to get in the habit of asking myself regularly if I'm dreaming, especially in the car since I have so many driving dreams. Well last night I had another one, where I'm going too fast around a corner and I can feel myself losing control of the car and it all gets very scary because I don't realize I'm dreaming. Well last night when it happened, instead of calmly asking myself "Am I dreaming?" and then if the answer was yes, trying to become lucid, it was more like "Am I dreaming? Because if I am, I better wake up right now!" That wasn't the right way to go about it, because it woke me right up!
Next time I will try to remember when I ask, "Am I dreaming?" to wait for the answer and follow on with "If so, I'd like to become lucid"
Next time I will try to remember when I ask, "Am I dreaming?" to wait for the answer and follow on with "If so, I'd like to become lucid"
Saturday, December 4, 2010
December dream journal
My family was prominent in my dreams last night but I can only clearly recall the last portion of the last one. I was driving down the highway and saw a stunning view and considered pulling over to take a picture but decided not to. But the woman in front of me did, she pulled over to the side of the highway and then suddenly, we were no longer in cars. I was walking down a path and approaching me in the opposite direction was my friend Karen D., who looked great! Her hair was longer than usual and thicker and very curly. Karen had a cigarette in one hand and a Diet Coke in the other and I was relieved to see the cigarette because I was smoking also and did not know if I should hug her with a butt in my hand but since she was smoking too, I decided it was ok. After we hugged hello, my family came strolling by, and I pulled Karen over to where they were so I could introduce her.
Prior to that I cannot recall much other than my family was in it and I don't think we were all getting along. My parents' house often figures prominently in my dreams, I have no idea why. But it seems I live over there in my dreams a lot more than in my own house.
Prior to that I cannot recall much other than my family was in it and I don't think we were all getting along. My parents' house often figures prominently in my dreams, I have no idea why. But it seems I live over there in my dreams a lot more than in my own house.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Last entry for November
Well, I didn't have a driving dream last night. In fact, just the opposite. I dreamed I was in my old neighborhood, running towards home. I noticed my steps were very floaty, like I could cross much more area than usual with each one. I played around with the effect a little, trying to stretch each step out even further and make it so I was floating even farther than before. I saw a little girl at the corner of Lohnes and Leonard (or Pitt) Road, doing the same thing.
This is a departure for me, usually in my dreams when I am trying to walk or run it is a big ordeal, I struggle and labor and can never seem to get very far. But in this dream, I just wanted to play with the effect and Run and Run for a long time.
Eventually I found myself at the top of Ridgefield and I was no longer running. I was now in some contraption similar to a tricycle or wheelchair. With each push of the wheel, I was coasting and soaring down the road just as I had when I was running. But I realized I had very little control over steering this contraption when it made a funny turn right into my first boyfriend Joel B's driveway. I said Shit! Shit! because I really didn't want to be in his driveway. Also I was afraid I might hit his parents' cars, which hadn't been there a moment before when I rolled by the first time. Joel won't accept my friend request on Facebook, which is part of the reason I didn't want to get caught in his driveway. The other thing was, I didn't want to hit his parents' cars, and I knew I had very little control over the wheelchair I was driving.
I got out of their driveway and proceeded to roll backwards towards my house, again with each spin of the tires taking me much further, much faster than expected. In front of their next door neighbor's house (where Vijay lived when we were growing up) an Indian man was also riding in a wheelchair and I felt bad because I knew he assumed I was in mine by necessity and not just for the fun of it.
He and I rolled together all the way down Ridgefield until we got to Donna and I said, ok, this is my stop and rolled up the driveway to where my waiting family was.
My sister Laurie was standing outside the front door and she said, "I've been trying to REACH you!" with a lot of emphasis on the word reach. Then she said, haven't you been calling me again with a strong, somewhat sarcastic emphasis on the word calling. Apparently we had made some sort of agreement to try using telepathy with one another.
Now, I had gone to sleep like I said in my last blog with the plan of noticing when I was driving in the car, noticing that it was just like "that dream I always have" and trying to become lucid. I did not expect a running or rolling dream, but next time I will be prepared for it. It seemed like a perfect opening to become lucid, especially because the distance I was covering with each step was so vastly different from when I dream I can hardly move or take a step, each step is painfully laborious and slow.
The only other thing I remember was before the running and rolling. I was on a ship and Little Scott was there with his wife Megan. She had cut off a lot of her hair and it was a pretty shade of blond. It looked in great condition even though I didn't like the shorter length. But Little Scott sure seemed to like it, he was doting on her and looking at her very adoringly. It made me happy for them both.
Oh yes, one other thing, something about being at the beach and playing in the water with some kids.
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This is a departure for me, usually in my dreams when I am trying to walk or run it is a big ordeal, I struggle and labor and can never seem to get very far. But in this dream, I just wanted to play with the effect and Run and Run for a long time.
Eventually I found myself at the top of Ridgefield and I was no longer running. I was now in some contraption similar to a tricycle or wheelchair. With each push of the wheel, I was coasting and soaring down the road just as I had when I was running. But I realized I had very little control over steering this contraption when it made a funny turn right into my first boyfriend Joel B's driveway. I said Shit! Shit! because I really didn't want to be in his driveway. Also I was afraid I might hit his parents' cars, which hadn't been there a moment before when I rolled by the first time. Joel won't accept my friend request on Facebook, which is part of the reason I didn't want to get caught in his driveway. The other thing was, I didn't want to hit his parents' cars, and I knew I had very little control over the wheelchair I was driving.
I got out of their driveway and proceeded to roll backwards towards my house, again with each spin of the tires taking me much further, much faster than expected. In front of their next door neighbor's house (where Vijay lived when we were growing up) an Indian man was also riding in a wheelchair and I felt bad because I knew he assumed I was in mine by necessity and not just for the fun of it.
He and I rolled together all the way down Ridgefield until we got to Donna and I said, ok, this is my stop and rolled up the driveway to where my waiting family was.
My sister Laurie was standing outside the front door and she said, "I've been trying to REACH you!" with a lot of emphasis on the word reach. Then she said, haven't you been calling me again with a strong, somewhat sarcastic emphasis on the word calling. Apparently we had made some sort of agreement to try using telepathy with one another.
Now, I had gone to sleep like I said in my last blog with the plan of noticing when I was driving in the car, noticing that it was just like "that dream I always have" and trying to become lucid. I did not expect a running or rolling dream, but next time I will be prepared for it. It seemed like a perfect opening to become lucid, especially because the distance I was covering with each step was so vastly different from when I dream I can hardly move or take a step, each step is painfully laborious and slow.
The only other thing I remember was before the running and rolling. I was on a ship and Little Scott was there with his wife Megan. She had cut off a lot of her hair and it was a pretty shade of blond. It looked in great condition even though I didn't like the shorter length. But Little Scott sure seemed to like it, he was doting on her and looking at her very adoringly. It made me happy for them both.
Oh yes, one other thing, something about being at the beach and playing in the water with some kids.
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Monday, November 29, 2010
November Dream Journal (cont'd further still)
Not much to report lately although this afternoon I laid down around 1:45 knowing I had three hours until Paul came home from work at which time we were driving down to Abington to pick up his new car (2010 Nissan Versa with 16,000 miles on it, still under original warranty). The only part of my dream I can remember is right before I woke up, my parents had come home from being somewhere and I gave my mother a huge hug and she kissed me very dearly, and I said something like, "Oh, ok, I haven't seen him in a while, I guess I can go hug Dad too."
I feel as though I'm on the verge of having a lucid dream though. Because lately I've started the practice of asking myself if I'm dreaming or awake, particularly when I'm driving in the car. The reason is, I often dream of taking a corner too wide or too fast on the highway when I'm dreaming, and the last few times I've had this dream, I've said to myself, "This is just like in that dream I always have!" but don't have the presence of mind to ask if I'm dreaming or awake. It seems like it should be the next question, and now that I've started the daily practice of asking, hopefully it will become a "habitual ritual" (as Bashar likes to say) to where I start asking it in the dream.
Hopefully I will become lucid very soon and have a very exciting entry to blog.
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I feel as though I'm on the verge of having a lucid dream though. Because lately I've started the practice of asking myself if I'm dreaming or awake, particularly when I'm driving in the car. The reason is, I often dream of taking a corner too wide or too fast on the highway when I'm dreaming, and the last few times I've had this dream, I've said to myself, "This is just like in that dream I always have!" but don't have the presence of mind to ask if I'm dreaming or awake. It seems like it should be the next question, and now that I've started the daily practice of asking, hopefully it will become a "habitual ritual" (as Bashar likes to say) to where I start asking it in the dream.
Hopefully I will become lucid very soon and have a very exciting entry to blog.
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Wednesday, November 24, 2010
November Dream Journal (cont'd further)
I dreamed I lost my job and had to clean out my area (this actually happened in real life a week and a half ago on November 12th). I came back from lunch at what I thought was twenty of 3, but when I looked at the clock again, it was actually 4:00 and I had one hour to clean out my stuff and leave. And I knew if I got finished early, I could leave early. Cleaning out my area took a really long time. I had a lot of drawers and a lot of stuff: short drinking glasses, earrings, silverware, food (a lot of food including ice cream!) clothes, stuff hanging on the wall and so on. At one point, someone tried helping me and he brought over a wastebasket with some stuff in it, including belly dancing costumes. I said, thanks, is that stuff or is it trash? He said, it's trash. At that point I got angry. I said, "you don't have the authority to make such decisions for me, Todd! (or his name might have been Sean) That's a belly-dancing costume! I might need that some day!
At one point the dream morphed from cleaning out my area at work to cleaning out my room at my boyfriend Michael Kramer's house. I was bitter, angry with his parents for kicking me out, and felt defiant, knowing that we were going to continue seeing each other, even though I couldn't live with them any more. Michael was helping me, then disappeared, then I could see him again down the street and it looked like he was on his way to help me some more. But when he got to the bottom of the hill, it appeared he was turning right to head towards the liquor store. I became deflated. Then he stopped and took his pants off. He was wearing yellow underwear. Apparently he changed into his underwear because he was going to do some calisthenics along with two other pairs of people who showed up and were doing stretching exercises on a towel or blanket on the grass.
Another thing I remember, is there was some ice cream, and for some reason I had taken it out of the freezer and sat it on the counter. It was in a really strangely shaped triangular container with the ice cream hanging down from the top like a swing. It's hard to describe. But I had taken it out to let it get soft, and then I realized I better start eating it or else it would get too melty. Also something about being down the street, thinking I could just take that van back, and when I got down the street to where the van was parked, it had disappeared! So I needed to walk All the Way back, which was about a block. It seemed to take FOREVER!
One other thing, after I had come back from lunch at twenty of three, there were a bunch of leftovers in the caf including Ritz crackers and some kind of white cheddar popcorn, generic, not Smart Food. I helped myself to some of it and it turned out to be coated with something sweet and had some kind of nuts in there, so it was more like Poppycock.
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At one point the dream morphed from cleaning out my area at work to cleaning out my room at my boyfriend Michael Kramer's house. I was bitter, angry with his parents for kicking me out, and felt defiant, knowing that we were going to continue seeing each other, even though I couldn't live with them any more. Michael was helping me, then disappeared, then I could see him again down the street and it looked like he was on his way to help me some more. But when he got to the bottom of the hill, it appeared he was turning right to head towards the liquor store. I became deflated. Then he stopped and took his pants off. He was wearing yellow underwear. Apparently he changed into his underwear because he was going to do some calisthenics along with two other pairs of people who showed up and were doing stretching exercises on a towel or blanket on the grass.
Another thing I remember, is there was some ice cream, and for some reason I had taken it out of the freezer and sat it on the counter. It was in a really strangely shaped triangular container with the ice cream hanging down from the top like a swing. It's hard to describe. But I had taken it out to let it get soft, and then I realized I better start eating it or else it would get too melty. Also something about being down the street, thinking I could just take that van back, and when I got down the street to where the van was parked, it had disappeared! So I needed to walk All the Way back, which was about a block. It seemed to take FOREVER!
One other thing, after I had come back from lunch at twenty of three, there were a bunch of leftovers in the caf including Ritz crackers and some kind of white cheddar popcorn, generic, not Smart Food. I helped myself to some of it and it turned out to be coated with something sweet and had some kind of nuts in there, so it was more like Poppycock.
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