Lucidity level: 3.5
Dream sign: remembering a challenge and that i'm a dream body.
Reality checks: no.
CHASING CARS
i fly from a previous dream i struggle to remember now and
find myself floating about at night time on a street in Ivanhoe, a suburb i grew up in which has become a rather wealthy area over the years. Cars drive by with their headlights on and i get an invincible urge to jump in front of one of the cars. I recall some sort of challenge on MM which resembles being hit by a car and saying what it feels like. So i float over the road where i see some cars coming, i'm certain that the cars will just pass through me because i can make myself insubstantial. I'm not quick enough to position myself in front of the first 2 cars so i look in the opposite direction and see a few cars coming. I try again on the other side, i see a bus zoom past and think, darn, that would have been pretty kool but i missed it. I position myself again on the road and the next set of cars with their shining headlights seemingly pass underneath me. I realize that i had still been floating in the air and misjudged the distance i was floating from the ground.. I had to concentrate on lowering my buoyant body to the ground, by concentrating on the feeling of asphalt under my feet. I finally land. There seemed to be no cars coming.. Then 2 cars approach, i get ready and concentrate on my impact, when someone decides to copy what i am doing a few meters in front of me. Before the cars could get there, i try to overtake that person. The only thought on my mind is that i dont want to see the mess it could cause if they got hit. As i approach i see that person is standing in the middle of the road on crutches. The cars seem to pass around us. I try to get in front but he keeps copying what i'm doing, positioning himself ready to be hit my a car. He's tallish, my age, wearing all white and has light-brown hair. I begin to wonder if he's a dreamer or a DC, So i ask him why he's trying to get hit by cars, he starts reciting some kind of poetry.. i ask another question, and he continues with the poetry.. He leaves the scene and somehow i end up there too. We are now on a narrow alleyway among houses and shops during the daytime. He opens the door to a truck and just before he does my last bit of curiosity gets to me and i ask him his name. he says "my name is, i am the ___"... difficult to recall what, only "i am the light" comes to my mind now, but its similar to what he said. I reply to him "ok, i am the ___, could you please show me where the cars around here are?" I was still thinking about completing my challenge. He drops what he's doing and walks down the street as i follow. I'm sitting in my parents car in the passenger seat. We are on a camping site. and all i see is trees and land out this window, i'm really bored. I get out and go to where my dad is, he is talking with his friend in the cabin, they have their fishing gear.. boring.. I ask dad where mum is and he shows me around the corner telling me she is "inside".
I climb over a small hill and dont see anything there except another small hill. I dont know why but i think it would be fun to create an underground burrow as a camping home. In my mind i turn the hill into the entrance of a substantially well built underground burrow. I open the door and see a wooden and earthy staircase leading down. I step down but it suddenly becomes too steep and my vision is obstructed by the staircase ceiling seemingly in my face. I dont let the claustrophobia take hold. I stop for a moment to concentrate on making it bigger and easier to see ahead. Once this was done it was only a few more steps before i could see the light inside and walk down the stairs. The burrow has earthy walls but the ceilings are well supported by beams. Some furniture is built from wood and straw, other furniture resembles caravan furniture and i see a small tv. Satisfied with the coziness of what i see i decide to lay on the bed/sofa and relax. I feel drowsy and pleasantly warm.. i stay that way for a little while until i hear my mother coming. She is being very noisy ranting on about something, then she turns her ranting towards me and tells me to get up. I become very irritated as there is no reason for her to push me around like this on vacation. It turns into an argument, which then turns violent. Mum has a lot of fight in her too. We are really violently struggling against each other. Soon enough a feeling of deep guilt at what i'm doing to my mother rises up above the primitive rage. I stop what i'm doing and run down the stairs to where i imagine i manifested a separate room for myself in this large burrow. I approach the door and dad tells me that its not my room. I argue with him with a few tears in my eyes. The feeling of having no place to rest, no room, no place in the family is making me feel dizzy with anger and rejection, its so unfair, i think i run out of the burrow crying.
I'm looking at a living room of a city apartment. Its one of those really new ones with wall-sized tinted windows all around, modern lighting and modern furniture draped in objects that make the place look lived in.
I'm watching a comical hong kong guy creating a laughing riot with his friends (i might have been sitting among observing). He cracks non-stop jokes and tells a singing story about 2 stuffed dog toys wanting to have sex only they realize they are stuffed toys and have difficulty. They try various things with little success. At one point i think i see an erect pink fluffy thing sticking out of the male stuffed dog toys groin while they are being puppetted around. Everyone is laughing hysterically at his stupid song. He ends his song with something to do with putting a finger up someones butt, and i see him holding his wiggling finger up to a web cam. He then continues to say how much he loves a particular western pop singer, and holds up girls underwear as though it were hers. I think they may have been his sisters clean laundry or something. This guy didnt hold back with his jokes. At one point he's got the underwear stretched over his face.. I hear a song playing in the background kind of pop/house style,
the chorus was "if she needs you" sang by an electronically altered male voice.. Towards the end of the hong kong guy's performance it looked like he was acting out the credits, he used white balloons to write on with red marker and at one point held
a sign i could clearly read saying "know thyself". Comments: i really wish i could recall what people actually say in dreams, the stuffed dog song was very funny.
The cave story, anyone can probably guess.. is my journey into a more primitive part of the mind to experience deep feelings regarding my family unit. IRL I have moved back to my parents house after living alone and it is common to experience clashes and confusion about ones role in the family.. Dream action in the burrow felt lucid but very impulsive and raw.
Finally, i looked on MM and the closest thing i can find to the challenge i attempted is probably just going through solid objects.
How i can improve: I must remember to RC and stabilize.. A modification in strategy may be:
whenever i feel compelled to complete a challenge/task/mission, i will pause to RC and stabilize. Also, next time i lucidly hear an interesting conversation or song, i will make it my task to remember everything that is being said as best as i can. I believe it is simply a matter of focus and attention.
