Once I dreamt that I was undergoing surgery, and after studying the sketchy-looking surgical staff for awhile, I realized that they were just the doctor’s wife and teenaged children, and that they probably had no medical training at all. I started to protest and tried to leave the operating room, but the doctor quickly hooked me up to a machine and I blacked out.
I “woke up” in a beautiful green meadow with a blazing sun and the brightest blue sky. There was a beautiful brunette woman there who walked next to me. I knew from the scenery that I was in a medically-induced coma. I said to her, “This isn’t real.” And she said, “I know.” I said, “I hope that doctor knows what he is doing.” And she said, “I know.”
So I knew that the dreamscape was not real but it never dawned on me that I was dreaming. When I woke up for real I thought it was hilarious!
Coming down a city street, entering a square, where I discuss fair distribution of food with a group of people. I get aware it is my task to recall this meeting in detail, so I replay the dream time and again, but I always see slight, or even important changes.
I say to myself: Well there are women with different hair colors, they could lend themselves to be dreamers of the group. I try to recognize them, but it means entering the dream, time and again. The clear content it had – about food – vanishes, and I forget the details. Now another topic comes up:
I’m crawling on all fours. There is another small blond person, doing as I do. He or she is the keeper of a goal. White wooden posts. Now my task is to get the goal in, and I’m pushing the soccer ball with my head, passing the goal keeper on the left side, giving the ball another kick towards the right direction, into the goal. The ball is rolling slow; I’m climbing over the other person, and with a last push of my head the ball passes the line. Success!
Now I’m cycling again, all the while asking my supposed dream friends, if I played by the rules, if I was allowed to climb over the keeper. I recall two adult women sitting on the left side of the field, me on the right side, the keeper still on all fours before the goal. They nod, but while they do I’m getting more aware of the absurd situation, remembering our mutual dreaming goal more clearly, but also getting aware of the funny moves I made with the keeper. [Means I have been lucid all the way, but getting aware of larger context, now.]
I start to giggle, and the dream replays one more time. I have a dildo/ vibrator in my hands. I’m laughing, now, and ask if the outcome was satisfying. I get affirming nods. I roll on the floor, laughing, repeating the words, “Satisfying Outcome” over and over. I laugh about my overambitious ways, the fact I can’t know after all, if I really dreamed with my friends, or if it is my imagination, and the fun my dreaming mind makes of me creating the “goal.” I laugh myself awake, physically.
Comment: Posting this dream, because Rebecca suggested the topic ‘funny, ironic‘ lucid dreams. I think this dream really makes fun of me, and my longing for satisfying results, but then it is also providing the energy to keep on going for mutual lucid dreaming. 🙂
After reading the call for funny dreams I took a day time nap with no special intention. I became lucid in a house.
No one was there. I wanted to meet a dream character to ask them questions (for a study by a colleague of mine). I went through the wall. Outside there was also no one to be seen. I called out to the dream to please send me a dream character that I can talk to.
I looked around and saw some buggies with babies in them. I kept on looking and then saw a buggy with the head of Jackson Galaxy looking out. I stepped closer and there was his head in grown-up size on top of a baby’s body!
He looked like himself, except that he did not have his normal beard, but instead a ridiculous looking moustache. He wore a striped costume – like one of those romper suits that look like a little sailor’s costume, even with a sailor’s hat. He ate something in a toddler’s manner and grinned at me like this was a prank of his, created to surprise me.
I found this scene incredibly funny and starting laughing about him and at him and he joined in. Together we just giggled away in fits of laughter until I had a false awakening (which unfortunately I did not recognize as one).
A Good Dream; A Good Laugh
I had just been diagnosed with a serious medical condition that, if left unaddressed, would eventually be terminal. It would require treatments that would be intense, difficult, and painful. In between the first days of diagnostic tests and the start of treatments, I had a lucid dream (the only one I’ve ever had, as it happens).
I dreamt that I was standing in a room, a country kitchen of a country cottage, old, and lacking a modern feel. There was a deep, old-style double sink under a window, made of metal, and another one against another wall. Suddenly, all the sinks started to back up, disgorging smelly, dirty detritus as the water rose and threatened to spill over. I said, “Wait. I’m dreaming. This is a dream,” which made me laugh. Something about it seemed hilariously funny. I awoke with a feeling of lingering laughter and thought, “Well, that was pretty funny.”
It didn’t assuage my fears because, the truth is, I didn’t really have many going in, strange as that may seem. That said, the dream seemed to imply–or maybe confirm–my belief that all would turn out all right. So far, it has, and I believe, will continue to be so. But there’s nothing like a good yuk to lighten the mood. A good dream. A good laugh. My one and only lucid dream.
But here’s the really curious part of this story. I had started making payments toward a series of lucid dreaming, one-on-one sessions with Robert Waggoner when I received the news of my situation. I had to tell him that I wouldn’t be able to take our class or make the final payment. He was gracious and understanding. It was just days later that I had the lucid dream. I told him about the dream, but to this day, the most interesting part of this story (to me, at least) is that I postponed the lucid dreaming classes, days before I had my one and only lucid dream. The irony isn’t lost on me.
I become lucid and want to create poetry. There is my sister and I ask her to say something ‘poetic’ and she says, (in a mixture of English and German!):
‘I‘ll unclean – die Löcher auf dem Gehweg – the wholes in the pavement.’
I think this is a stupid sentence, and ask her to say something else. She says:
“Ich bin ein Wanst’ [I am a paunch].
My sister some nights later tries the same thing the other way round, and I as a dream character say similar rubbish. So much for great poetry. J
The Royal Flusher!
I am in a school or workshop-like place that I have been before when I remember that I am to meet a girl at the library. I am skating on a skateboard to get there faster, when I realize, “I’m lucid – I don’t have to travel – I can just create the scene of the library and she will be there.” After a little focusing, there is the library!
I am very lucid at this point, now that I have seen my powers. I see a woman to approach to ask where is the girl I am to meet. I can’t remember the girl’s name. I remember Robert telling me not to speak with the characters, so I walk away from her. I didn’t like the looks of her anyway. I could tell she would have given me a hard time. I trust I am lucid enough to be patient and find the girl I am to meet. Sophia was her name?
As I see Sophia, this young girl with glasses and curly hair, I remember I want to ask a health question. (I did not consciously intend this dream prior to sleeping). I think to myself, “How am I going to get this information if I don’t ask someone?” I decided to do what I do in waking life – Google it on my phone! Confident in this choice, I Google, “What can I do to cure my health problem in my stomach area?” I made sure to say “area” so that I wouldn’t receive an answer just about stomach – to make sure I included the whole region of my digestive system.
Here’s what I got:
On my phone, I see a piano keyboard in a wheel shape spinning counter-clockwise – like a toilet flushing! It stops and I see the following answer (in a book?): Here ye, here ye, lies an olive golden brown, Do nothing special, do what you’ve found.” – It was like I got an answer from “The Royal Flusher!” I believe the golden brown means what was in the toilet!
This was the fourth lucid dream I have had regarding my healing of my digestive tract. What is amazing about this answer is that it told me everything I am doing with my diet and everything I’ve already found to work is the answer.
That’s incredible reassurance!!
Bear Be Gone
I had a lucid dream that started with revisiting a recurring dream theme I haven’t had in years: simply that a “wild animal” is loose in an outdoor environment where I’m able to find an enclosure for safety but then discover one access point or opening into my safe place that the animal soon finds.
In this dream, the animal was a grizzly bear, the enclosure was a tree house, and the bear found an open window. I ended up running, but the environment started looking more like someone made a park out of Macy’s – there are trees & grass but also aisles and pleasantly arranged sets of rocks (racks?).
I’m soon running for the exit (a wall of windows) thinking, “I’m gonna make it!” When suddenly I see there’s yet another bear in my way. Almost as soon as I think, “Ok I’m NOT gonna make it,” I say, “No! I’m so sick and tired of running from bears in my dreams.” (It really doesn’t happen often.) I’m aware of my thoughts that I am in control and I want the bear chasing me to disappear, but I kind of doubt my ability to make it go poof! and be gone.
I turn around, drawing an “X” with my arms in front of me for added emphasis, because I really don’t want to be wrong about this “it’s a dream” thing. Now, the bear is wearing a football jersey that’s too small (of course), giving it a silly Baby Huey look, and it’s standing up like a person, biting its fingernails/claws like, “Oh-oh, what’s she gonna say…”
I think of mentally lifting myself above it all, begin to levitate, and I fly for a short time over some people’s heads (Macy’s shoppers perhaps?). I started to think about where I should go, and as I did, I got distracted and found myself opening my eyes, thus ending the dream.
Missing The Signs
I took 8 mg of Galantamine mixed with a bit of Choline after sleeping for 4 hours and waking up at 3 AM. I had pretty good success with these supplements in January, but more recently I‘ve had difficulty falling back asleep if I wake up after a few hours of sleep. I was awake until about 6 AM alternating between tossing, turning, and reading before I fell back asleep and had the following dream:
I‘m at Stephen LeBerge‘s Lucidity Institute, which reminds me of the big Highway 400 rest stop near Port Perry, Ontario. It’s packed with people, mostly young people. I see my friend J. in a crowd and he gets really excited telling me about all the DMT the Institute has given him. Now, instead of going out and partying until the early hours of the morning, he‘s been going to sleep around 9:30 PM every night.
I go to the bathroom and there are several guys in there including a young Asian monk in Saffron robes. As I’m washing my hands, I look in the mirror and see the monk behind me drying his hands with an air dryer. His extends his hand behind him and it brushes lightly against my back. He apologizes and says it was an accident. I tell him it‘s no problem, I figured he was just doing a reality check. We both laugh.
At no point does any of this trigger lucidity.
Humorous Instructor’s Name
I dream I am in a classroom with a friend of mine, Jerry Tweet, who is teaching. He is teaching the class how to fly in dreams. He is in front of the class while I am in the audience and he is explaining to the class the right side of the body – meaning the dream body has tremendous flying ability.
I am listening, thinking this is interesting, and then Jerry asks me to be prepared to come up to the front of the class since I and one other person in the class are experienced dream flyers. I am surprised to be selected for this reason but happy to help. Jerry then asks if I can come up to the front of the class to hold a blue cloth and I ask if Jerry would like me to fly in class now since we are in a dream.
I am surprised I say this as I then realize I actually am dreaming and that since this is a dream I actually can fly. Jerry realizes we are in a dream now, also, and says yes, I can fly in the classroom for his demonstration.
I then feel challenged to float up because even though I realize I am dreaming now, I do not feel light enough or powerful enough to fly. I then remember what Jerry had said earlier about the right side of the dream body having tremendous flying ability, so I then easily feet the flying ability on the right side of my body and float right up. I do not do anything else with the lucidity and I am surprised at myself that I told Jerry we are dreaming now.
I then wake up, probably from being too excited. I do not remember any trigger. I just realized I was dreaming suddenly. What makes this dream humorous is Jerry’s last name. I asked myself why was Jerry the dream flying instructor in the class, until I remembered Jerry’s last name is Tweet – like a bird. I realized my dreams had told me a joke if I was to look for it. Getting this joke helped me to emotionally connect with my dreams.