Mortal Mist

(A night full of dreams due to not feeling well.  Only the most recent is decently recalled.)

I am on my way to what I think is a guitar trade show.  I drive down narrow streets until I recognize the hall where it is being held.  I slow down in front of it and hear beeping behind me; there is a man in a van flipping me the bird and apparently cursing me, though I can't hear him.  I speed back up and turn left into a nearby parking lot, noting that the guy passes me by and doesn't turn in behind me.

I walk in and recognize the place as a back hallway of an old local mall.  There is a hall here; I used to go to stamp and coin shows held here as a child.  As I approach doors, I see tables arranged to pay admission.  The doors are closed.  There is a large bulletin board showing all the events, and try as I might I cannot see a guitar trade show there.

I then notice the angry guy coming in the doors, staring right at me.  I brace for whatever might come, but the guy just walks up to the table and says, "I'm in the band."  They let him pass.
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A fragment of a young boy trying desperately to pull up the bricks surrounding a pair of flower beds.  There is something really important about him being able to accomplish this, but I'm not allowed to help him and so just watch.

(Barely remember anything.  >:()

I am traveling in my old Taurus, apparently heading north or otherwise taking a longer trip.  I am worried about the car holding together, as the steering is terrible and pieces are falling off of the car.  Each time I lose something, I think about whether I have a spare component tucked away at our shop and take solace in knowing I do.

(Thanks for the comments!  Yeah, that was weird and random, and I wonder if not somehow connected to all the server work I'm doing for this place right now...

A night of almost zero recall for me last night.  Fragments about my parents' neighbor's daughter getting sick in some kind of epidemic and being the only one of all the people I know who dies from it.  That's about it.)

What color and fabric were those pants you had on?

I'm not sure what you would call it - very soft and a bit fuzzy, but not heavy.  The plaid was primarily reds and whites.

That is downright rotten about the repeatedly failed nose RCs.  Hmmm, wonder why that happened?  I thought nose RC was pretty much foolproof.

I've had them fail before, though not very often.
(Sketchy recall... broken night's sleep because of the mixing project last night.  Not atypical of a Monday night for me though.)

I am on a cruise ship and meet a very sad woman at a buffet who strikes up a conversation with me.  She tells me about her life and how she and her husband saved up their whole life and then moved permanently into a tiny cabin on this cruise ship.  Their cabin was not where the guest cabins are, but rather off of a restricted access area up in the bridge tower somewhere.  She explained that her husband had died shortly after, and she's been trying to live out their dream by herself.
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I am at a table loaded with five other people.  Each of us has a plate loaded with a wild variety of foods.  We are playing some kind of game where we each have to take something off of our plate in turn and add it to a central platter, explaining how the flavors and textures will work together to create pleasing results.

My turn comes up.  I add some orange sherbet to some green beans on the platter, explaining that it will and some citrussy sweetness to the otherwise relatively bland beans.  Most of the table nods and murmurs in agreement except for the man at my right, who challenges me.  His challenge consists of taking a forkful of the beans and sherbet and feeding them to me while everybody watches my reaction.  I am surprised that they taste really good together and I win the challenge.

(Four lucids - well, one WILD and three FAs, but I'm going to count them separately.  Unfortunately they are not fully remembered again.  I came down with a cold yesterday.  After laying in bed for a while unable to breathe I got up and took some medication and a melatonin.  The combination knocked me out pretty quickly.  At 3:30, I woke (as planned - no alarm) and took the prepared small dose of Galantamind, around 2.5mg, and lay down on the living room couch.  I'm recording the full experience of "going in" with the GM for future reference.)

I am laying on the couch, observing mild HI; swirling misty lights, shapes, and occasional imagery.  quite suddenly these lights begin exploding into colorful blasts - I know the GM has hit my system.  It is quite pleasant, but doesn't seem to be going anywhere.  I attempt to do the "dark to bright" method described in the technique development forum, but am so distracted by the multi-colored abstract HI that I can't "sink in" to the sensations.  I feel the characteristic shift of successful WILD even though that was not my direct intent and do a reality check.  I am dreaming.

I rise from the couch.  It is very dark.  I think about the tasks I have set for me in order of priority; finding Moonbeam, finding Hodges, and asking a question of a DC for an ongoing research project outside of MM.  I push myself through the front door.  Passing through is oddly difficult - I feel almost stuck in it until popping out the other side.  It is like deep twilight outside - misty clouds and a sky so deep blue it is almost black - stunning in its beauty.  I push into the sky, roll onto my back, kick back and just enjoy the sensation of floating and watching the gorgeous sky above me.

After a time I roll back over and look for DCs below me.  I spot a park, fly over to it and alight.  I walk around, calling loudly for Moonbeam and Hodges, over and over again.  A small middle aged woman approaches me cautiously, pointing to a group of DCs and telling Hodges is right over there.

I walk over to the group of DCs and ask which is Hodges.  An androgynous DC with thick shoulder-length brown hair parted on the side and bizarre honey-colored eyes fixes its gaze on me.  I look it in the eye and say, "You have a message for me from moonbeam.  What is it?"  The DC reaches out quickly and grabs my wrist painfully.  I shake loose, taking a step back, and find myself being grabbed by several DCs who are right behind me.  I yell out that I would let him touch me if he gives me the message... and find myself back on the couch in my living room.

I do an RC and find I am still asleep.  I rise and push through the front door again, thinking as I go that I will find myself in daylight in a place with a lot of DCs to talk to.  When I pop through, it is indeed daylight - but the neighborhood looks like a very solidly drawn cartoon and is completely devoid of DCs.  This usually means I am on the verge of waking, so I wander around a bit calling out for Mattie, Hodges and Moonbeam.  The dream does not fade or change - nothing is happening.  I decide to wake up and record what I've dreamed so far.

I am back on the couch.  I do an RC and am still dreaming.  I get up... and the rest of this FA is lost.

I am again on the couch.  I'm pretty certain I am awake, as I can feel my sore throat and hear household noises.  I do an RC just in case and am in fact still dreaming.  I rise and decide to try leaving the house in a manner I suggested in a threat at MM - just willing the house away and ending up where I want to be.  I concentrate, and as I do the whole world seems to turn inside out - and me along with it.  I have lost my body and everything else and seem to be focused on some inner point of consciousness from a million places outside of myself.  This was not the goal... it's all wrong, and seems pretty useless.

I am again on the couch.  I do an RC and am truly awake.

Great recall - so many interesting details. So in the "H." part (the second dream) you were talking about LDs, but did you become lucid? It sounds like you didn't... There seems to be quite a bit of symbolism in this dream (the second one in particular), have you tried analyzing it at all?

No, I didn't become lucid.  Not only did I spend much of the dream thinking about lucid dreaming, but also trying to explain it to others.  And then there were the ubiquitous dreamsigns like H. herself, my parents' house, a shopping mall...

You... I enjoy interpreting dreams, but rarely (if ever) try interpreting my own.  Believe it or not, it never occurred to me.  I'll post that one in the interpretation forum and see what others come up with.  Thank you!
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(2008 May 2 - a night of fragments.)

-Studying an automobile tire that is designed to partly lose contact with the pavement when going straight at high speeds to reduce friction

-Walking a narrow mountain road and encountering a privately own park area with a sign from the owner threatening to make it off-limits to anybody over the age of 12 if people don't start cleaning up after themselves.

-Using my polarized sunglasses to somehow analyze a scene by rotating them about 45 degrees at a time.

(I'm struggling with recall.  No - that's not entirely true... I am waking with a lot, but it is fading REALLY fast for some reason.  I'm losing much even in waiting for the computer to boot.  I woke with one very complete dream and many fragments of another - all that is left now are some fragments.

I guess that's why we refer to this as a discipline.  It takes... um... discipline.  Never been one of my strong suits in life.)

I am a teen, living in my parents' house.  A girl who is hanging around for some reason has taken an interest in me.  I find her intriguing but mysterious - she will not say much about herself or her circumstances.  Later in the evening she asks for a ride home, and I find she is living with somebody I know in a home that has offered shelter to many kids over the years for a variety of reasons.

(Yesterday, after my dad was taken to the hospital, I recovered a tiny fragment of a lucid dream I had the night before.  I spent last night in my childhood home, taking care of my mother, and have almost zero recall other than one tiny fragment - again the moment of gaining lucidity.  All I remember about this was recognizing something wrong with the people I was with and that the colors were super-vivid.  I did a reality check and became lucid, but I remember nothing else about the dream.)

(I had a very well remembered dream, wrote down a reminder for it and returned to sleep.  No recall from the sleep, and the reminder no longer means very much to me...)

Reminder: Used Clothing Store.

Perhaps more will come back to me as the day wears on.

(Fragments now - thought there would have been at least one full dream had I not dozed back off briefly.)

- Something about being in prison and figuring out a way to make something and sell it to inmates.

- Something about a new system for approving members here at Mortal Mist.

(A fragment and a sense of something I've experienced before.)

I am passing through very tall barn with block end walls.  The interior of this barn is painted white and quite clean.  There are doorways in both of the end walls.

I have a memory of some kind of social event or sale that takes place in this barn.  It is very familiar and brings a feeling of nostalgia.

(Not a good night of recall, but a night full of dreams.  These dreams that I don't seem to easily remember all involve dealing with complicated situations.  I have the impression of trying to make good choices when faced with many many options, and having the results of those decisions being very important for one reason or another.  One dream I remember from the night was related to a very old person who was not my relative who I was somehow responsible for.)

(My dream memories from the night are there, but are a frustrating tangle of events that it just doesn't seem worthwhile to try to reassemble.  I'll lay the big pieces out in some sense of order and see if the flow doesn't return at some point.)

Visiting old friends in the old neighborhood
Finding out that one of my domains/websites is going to be used in a huge promotion of an international badminton tournament
Realizing that I forgot to give the tournament promoters an email address or phone number after talking to them
Playing a half-hearted game of badminton with somebody in an old city garage as the oversize birdie slowly falls apart

(I tried WBTB - decided not to record the full dream I had remembered at that point because there was no way I would forget anything so clear and complete.  It is gone, of course, and I wake with only one partial dream.)

I am in an odd movie theater.  Instead of traditional chairs, there are a variety of couches and blanketed places to sit on the ground.  Different women I don't know keep sitting down very close to me and snuggling up.  I am not uncomfortable with this, but think it odd and wonder why it is happening.

**EDIT**

Another fragment returned to me, involving a couple members of the family who used to live across the street from me at some kind of wedding or something - I remember seeing two of them dancing and thinking that I really should go say "hi".

Took a short dozing nap yesterday.  Slept well and deep.  One dream involved an old, abandoned house of some kind that a friend and I were sleeping in.  We kept hearing odd noises.  There were no furnishings in the home – we were in sleeping bags.  At one point, I pounded on the floor to try to stop the noises.

I woke and returned to sleep, but never got beyond the hypnogogic stage that I was aware.

4:30 pm – napped 1.5 hours.  I'm in school of some sort – younger.  Grade school?  I'm in a classroom with others.  There are scissors.  We were learning about a woman who did something important for the school, and who had copy written the song “If”.  (Did a woman write it?)  I had to go to the bathroom, and followed an attractive teacher in a turquoise sweater and skirt down the hall.  She went into a room at the very end of the hall; the bathroom was right next to it.  The school I was in was my grade school.

(Woke and went to the bathroom.  Tried WILDing afterward, counting slowly.  Didn't think it worked – but “lost” about 25 minutes.)