The Alternate Universe of pj

[iadr]

Sounds like you might have been shape shifting and feeling what someone else might have been feeling pj, which could be why some of these dreams make no sense to you, as they may have nothing to do with you.

Part of the problem right now is that recall seems to be such a monumental struggle.  I am losing dreams the moment I try to record them.  I took a nap yesterday afternoon and had a lucid during it - but that's all I remember of it.  It is gone.

That's the same way many of my lucids are, like fleeting scenes, which if I don't record within 30 seconds after they occur, they're gone forever, which is why I use a digital voice recorder, because by the time I opened my eyes and reached for a pen, they would be gone. Not all my lucids are that way, as some are more stable and last longer, but the short ones can be gone just about as fast as they show up with another scene sometimes replacing it even before it's finished.

As a side note, if you like having these kind of crazy vivid dreams, the best way I know how to produce them is by increasing your serotonin intake. I've been taking 900 mg of St Johns Wort for a couple of years now, which I started taking when I determined that my serotonin levels were low as I started getting depressed all the time for no good reason. I soon found out that one of the side benefits of taking the St Johns Wort, at least for me was really vivid dreams. There are other ways to increase ones serotonin level also such as taking melatonin or 5-HTP which produces melatonin, and which the body later turns into serotonin. That's why people often have really vivid dreams after taking melotonin or 5-HTP. Any way you obtain it, an abundance of serotonin is one of the best ways I've found to have really vivid dreams.

[pj]

Trying to Get Away With Something

I am dressed oddly, in a suit and trench coat with a hat I would never wear.  I'm in a mall and tailing a family, watching them as they go about their business.  I nearly get caught several times, so I go into a store and buy a different and even more ridiculous hat.


Lucid At Home

I am an adult, but at my childhood home.  I have been off work for two days, and skipped school too.  I decide to head out and catch my writing class, even though it might make me late for the ballgame.

As I am going out, I look back and see my mother reclined on the couch, watching TV.  Something isn't right about this. . . isn't mom dead?  I RC and sure enough, I'm dreaming.

I walk back into the living room and crouch down, looking mom right in the face.  She smiles at me, and I at her.  I ask her how she is doing, and she says fine.  I ask if there wasn't anything she could have done to stay more active and able.  She replies that she did all she wanted to and it was her own decision and her own business.  She says this very pleasantly, telling me in her own way that I am not to feel guilty or bad about what ended up happening to her.  I ask her to please get up off the couch.  She says, "You're going to be late for school and the ball game.  And don't forget your tickets - they are on my dresser."

I walk into her room, thinking that I should really try a goal or something, but I don't want to disrupt this dream.  There is nothing on the dresser, so I pick up nothing, open up the envelope that isn't there and check out the two tickets that aren't there either.  I put them in my pocket.  As I walk out, I glance into my room, which looks like it has been ransacked - the furniture is all out of place and everything is thrown everywhere.  I don't pause - just walk on by - but wonder if the aquarium has been dumped.  As I walk out, I am tempted to walk through the walls or fly out, but I want to see mom one more time so I just play along.  In the living room I turn and smile at her, and she looks very content and peaceful.  She waves as I go out the garage door.

[DrTechnical]

I'm pleased to hear that your mom was satisifed with how she lived her life and is now quite content. That's all one can ask for.