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Dreaming; Night of December 18, 1984 |
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2I became aware that I was dreaming after much forgotten dreaming. I was able to keep it under control with little effort. It quickly shifted, however, into a dream that I was aware in another dream. At first, I was conscious of my body lying, I think, in English classat least my English teacher (Mrs. D) was watching me. I was struggling to keep a dream that I was having. My eyes were wide open but everything would go dark when I was dreaming. I felt much as I did during my post-blood donation reaction, without the nausea. I finally was able to immerse myself again into dreaming, so I dreamt I was dreaming and, in the inside dream, I was aware. The rest of this tells of the inside dream. I was sort of floating around in a void at first, seemingly through a lack of intention. I decided that I wanted to try to call up a certain person to exercise my dreaming control. I thought about who I would most like to call up and decided, after rejecting a couple of previous thoughts for forgotten reasons, upon Olivia Newton-John. I began to try to mentally construct a reality out of the void, one in which ONJ would be there. I succeeded in calling up a musical stage with a woman singing on it, but it faded before I could get to it and the dream scene shifted of its own accord; I lost most of my awareness and entered into a dream plot which continued much as a normal dream. I was at a movie studio where they were filming a movie outdoors. I was attracted to this scene by the lead actress of the film, who was a beautiful brunette. We became involved, but I missed all the good stuff when the dream jumped forward a time (1 month? 2?) to a point where I knew that we had been friendly for some time. When I first got there, however, I went into a control booth and talked to an old man working there who had been an Old West quick draw-type gunman. He was busy and I only spoke very briefly with him. After the jump in time, it seemed that some problem or other had arisen (perhaps as a result of my actions). By this time, I was working there. I went to rectify the situation, but ended up getting lunch instead. I accidentally opened the wrong door in my search for a grocery store, bursting into some sort of meeting in a futuristic meeting room. I apologized to the woman who seemed to be in charge, backed out, and shut the door. Then I continued on and got some food, collecting some party-type snacks on a paper plate. Else before. (G) |
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