Hey all! I figured I would start my new dream journal with my last three favorite dreams.. enjoy!The Hospital Room (non-lucid) (01/01/08):I find myself standing in a barren sterile hospital room..
It is a private room and there are 5 or 6 people standing around a single bed.
I look over and there is a teenage boy laying under a white sheet. He is pale and gaunt and I can tell he doesn't have much life left.
Someone asks if anyone has anything they'd like to say. I see eyes dart uncomfortably around the room and no one even attempts to make a sound.
I somehow know to reach into my pocket and I pull out a poem. I walk towards the bed, glance shyly at the boy laying there and begin to read.
It is a beautiful poem about death and rebirth and I read softly..slowly.. letting each stanza sink in.
A woman tries to hush me as tho my words will upset the boy but he weakly raises his hand signaling that I be allowed to finish.
As I read the final word, I am overcome with emotion and I look up to see that the boy has somehow gotten out of bed and made it over to stand in front of me. He reaches for me and hugs me in a tight embrace. We cling to each other as people file past and out of the room.
I am the last to leave him.
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My Easter Healing Dream (lucid) (03/23/08):After almost 2 months of not so great lucids/recall, I finally had one of the most memorable lucids of my life.. below are the recollections of my lucid dream:
I realized that I was lucid but I couldn't see. It was like there was a heavy thick fog in front of my eyes. I reached up to rub my eyes and felt my glasses (which I never wear in my LDs). I take them off and my vision clears for a couple of seconds but then the fog rolls in again. I reach up and again remove my glasses and my vision clears again.. only temporarily. I start to get agitated thinking this was going to be how my dream would play out but I reminded myself to remain calm. I stated, "Clarity NOW!" but my vision didn't clear.
All of a sudden, my vision became crystal clear.. I recall trying to feel for things but I can't remember if that was the reason for the vividness I now experienced.
Now that my vision was clear I realized that I was a young man in this lucid but that fact didn't faze me at all. I also remembered the task of the month and that I had already planned on doing the advanced task of bringing something inanimate to life.
I see that I am in a small town and that there is a small house in front of me and decide that there may be something inside that I can use. I walk through the front door and am standing in the living room. I see people (mother/father/children) frozen in time sitting on the couch.. even the tv was still. I don't know why I didn't bring them to life but it never even crossed my mind to disturb this scene. I backed out of the room and went back through the front door.
I notice a small weather beaten cat statue curled up on the porch and decided that it would be the perfect thing to bring back to life.
I kneel down and stroke it saying "live" and I feel it become real.. fur instead of clay.. breathing. But sadly I also realized that, even tho it was now real, it was sickly, old and beaten down in life as it had been in clay.
I immediately felt sorry for it and decided that being alive wasn't enough.. that I had to "heal" it. I put my hands again on its patchy fur and said lovingly yet firmly, "Heal!". The cat took a deep breath, I felt it relax under my hands and I could tell that it felt "better". It stood up and scampered off the porch.
I walked off the porch and down the street. I saw another old cat and decided to heal it as well but it had other ideas. It took off and I ran after it. I cornered it in an open garage that belonged to the local mechanic. I slowly reached out and ran my hands over its fur soothing it while quietly saying "heal". Its heart stopped racing and it too grew young and healthy again.
As I watched it run away, I notice a teenage boy and his father watching me. The garage was at the bottom of a grassy hill and I don't know how word spread but as I looked up from the open garage door.. I see people coming with their pets. Some were walking them.. others were being carried by their owners.
My spirit willed them to "hurry" because I wasn't sure how long my lucid dream would last. As they began to file past me, I yelled for the last few stragglers to hurry.. to run.. to get here as quickly as they could.
When all had entered and had taken a seat on the garage floor (about 30 or so), I told them that I didn't know how much time I had and that I would need their help.. their energy.. their love to heal all the pets in the room.
I asked them to touch their pets and to say/pray the word "heal" with me and to believe it to be so.
I thought that I would stand in front of the crowd and merely throw my healing energy but I found myself drawn to try to physically touch as many animals as possible before the dream ended.
I healed each animal laying my hands alongside their owners.. animals that could barely move began to jump in their owner's arms. The most memorable healing being that of a dog with glaucoma who's milky eyes (
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/3/5969571_5e094623f7.jpg ) slowly turned their normal color again.
When all had been healed and the garage empty except for the man and his son (who I by now had figured out were the owners), I sat with my back against the garage wall and took out my pen and notebook. I explained to them that I was dreaming and that if I didn't write this all down I would surely forget alot (if not all) of the details.
The man thought it strange.. but his son (who I gathered was kind of lazy) simply said, "Hey! He healed my bike!" and spun the back wheel while we all laughed. And while laughing.. I felt the dream end..
Once awake I went over the dream in my head realizing that I've rarely had a more satisfying dream.. lucid or otherwise. I could still feel the various textures of the animal's fur, the look of gratefulness in the eyes of the pets and their owners and I could still feel the warmth of the love in that garage.
I thank the angels of pure white light for this dream.
Happy Easter.
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The Kitchen Cabinets Dream (non-lucid) (03/24/08):I can't recall alot of this dream but I do remember the last few minutes. I am with three other people.. two of whom are an elderly married couple.
We are being pursued by armed men who are intent on killing us for some reason I can't recall. We run into a hotel kitchen knowing that our pursuers aren't far behind us.
The elderly couple can't go much further. The older man has the beginnings of altzheimers and is starting to get agitated. The other man with us runs out and leaves us to save ourselves.
I look around for someplace to hide and notice the cabinets under the kitchen sink.
I had often thought that that's where I would hide if someone were to break into my house (either the kitchen or the bathroom cabinets).
I open the doors and realize that altho there are no walls between two of the cabinets.. if I totally empty out all the cabinets, there is nowhere to put what came out of them thus giving away our location.
I make the decision to put the elderly couple in the cabinets and then try to block them from view with pots and pans.
I help them both in but the elderly man is resisting. He starts to protest loudly that he wants out and I see his wife trying to shush him.. to comfort him into being quiet.
I know I don't have much time and as I ponder what to do.. I hear the elevator "bell" and know that they are down the hall.. searching
I open the cabinet door and tell the woman.. that they're here.. that she MUST keep her husband quiet. I see her eyes widen in terror as she grabs her husband's head and covers his mouth with her hand.
Suddenly I spy a ketchup bottle on the counter and an idea springs to my mind.. an idea that will hopefully save me and also the hidden couple.
I grab the bottle and squirt my chest and face with ketchup and lay myself face down on the floor blocking the cabinets with my body as the armed men enter the kitchen.
I have never felt such fear. I purposely lay down with my face towards the cabinet doors so that they wouldn't see my chest rising as my heart pounded through it. I needed to breath but was terrified to do so. Take short breaths.. shallow breaths.. act dead.. what if they turn me over?!.. please don't turn me over!!.. what if they SHOOT me to confirm I'm dead!! OMG!!.. what if they can hear my heart!! What if they can see me shaking?!?
I can hear the old man softly protesting through his wife's hand and I scream silently "SHUT THE F*CK UP!!"
I can hear footsteps coming towards me and then stop. I feel a boot push at me.. and then kick me.. hard. The sharpness/unexpectedness of the kick almost caused me to cry out but I caught myself and continued to act "dead".
I hear the sound a revolver makes when one is preparing to fire and my mind screams!
Just then, a shout rang out from outside the kitchen.. they had found the guy who had run out on us! And just as quickly as they had entered the kitchen, the armed men left it going out the oposite door that they had come in through.
I lay there for just a split second debating if I should get up now or wait in case they were to come right back in. Plus I couldn't see if there might be someone in the doorway who could still see me.
A muffled sound from the cabinets made up my mind for me. I sprang up.. opened the cupboard door and quietly placed the pots/pans blocking the couple on the counter. I reached in and helped the woman out and then we both reached in and grabbed her husband.
Without a word.. we all ran through the doors towards the elevators. I frantically pushed on the up button and the doors opened immediately!
Just as we were safely inside..
my husband turned in his sleep, bumping into me and jarring me awake![/quote]
