The Oracle

April 16th 2008

Comment Interpretation False Memory
HI=1
ND=5
LD=0
FA=1
Recall=2

Technique: I was trying a mix of The Lucid Bus and the Colour Spectrum that I read about yesterday. I also, quite randomly, ate two squares of plastic burger cheese directly before going to bed.

Ld4all (1)

Visuals of the Ld4all forum. The layout was precise and accurate to my memory, although I couldn’t make out names etc. The only words that I could decipher were, “Are we Lucid yet?” Interspersed with different versions of tents that were the representations of member’s posts. The tents were in a half put away stage, up on their ends all rolled up and trying to get into the bags…on their own!

I did wonder if maybe this was an ND but I came awake with a jerk so I was probably only in the first stage.

Back to work (1)

I'm working part time in a café. I have a job share scenario with Joe, Male and Female at the same time, no idea who it might be. S/He is not very happy with the way the kitchen is run and is having a moan at me about it. I’m looking at Joe taking chips out of the fryer; I’m standing in the dry store. There is a corridor linking them but the store is like one of our pubs and the counter front of house is like the Bakery Café I worked in.

As I watch Joe take the chips to an indeterminate workstation s/he slips on a bit of raw bacon rind. I get the blame for it naturally but it isn’t my fault I didn’t drop the bacon rind! S/he finishes with the task and comes to talk to me. S/he says that s/he doesn’t want to be doing this, especially in a dive like this.

On the large chest freezer is a plain white carrier bag and through the plastic we can see the ornate printing of a posh variety of tea, not available in waking life (IWL). A voice over comes up and I remember that we’re on a documentary. The voice says, “Joe wanders if they are paying extra for having special tea, even though it wasn’t asked for.”

Probably linked with thoughts of having to go back to work. Charlie isn’t old enough to go to nursery yet but I’ve been thinking about what sort of thing I’ll be looking for when he is.

The Camp Wedding, The Spider and the Dual Motors. (2)

I’ve been roped into catering a relatives wedding but due to lack of space my whole family are having to camp on a site nearby. The camp is more than a bit shoddy and the toilets are little more than portaloos. We were up late last night trying to tie up some loose ends for the Bride and sort out where we’re going to prep and lay the banquet. I have to get up to use the toilet; everyone else is still asleep. The portaloo is right outside my parents tent, they haven't been together for years!

The owner is cleaning the toilets and he sweeps down a huge spider web and I see the thing fall into the dustpan. I make some disgusted face that he sees and he says something about there being nothing wrong with them. He picks up the Spider in his bare hands and starts making like he’s going to throw it at me. It’s so big that I can see its legs sticking out from between his fingers and thrashing around in the air. I rush to the toilet and begin retching down the bowl and eventually vomit up some orange squash. I don’t drink orange squash but I was up to Orange Lucid Bus during incubation!

I wake up.. .in a tent; my alarm hasn’t gone off. It’s 12:40, the wedding is at 1 and I haven’t even got dressed yet. I dash into the tent next to mine; it’s a deep blue 4-man dome tent and my Mum and Dad are still sound asleep in their sleeping bags. I shake them awake whilst yelling at them, “It’s twenty to one, It’s twenty to one, c’mon we’ve got to get ready; we have to go.” They stir slightly and I shake them again until they are reasonably awake, although they don’t seem over bothered by my urgent tone.

I need to get some things sorted out for the banquet so I go to my Mother in laws house but when I get there I can’t seen to remember what I was supposed to do. I need to get some food for Charlie but thanks to the wedding there’s nothing left. I look in the fridge and find a tub of stork margarine and a packet of lard. I decide that a piece of bread and butter will tide him over until the dinner. I tell Mum how glad I am that I managed to get so much done yesterday and that I must hurry up and get to the hall to finish the preparations. Rather hurtfully she turns to me in surprise and says, “Oh you needn’t worry about that dear, Joe’s doing it all now so there’s no need for you.”

I make my way back to the campsite, with some extra help from a little dream skip, and on the way I see the gorgeous blue sports car that the Bride and Groom are getting a copy of. It’s like a cross between a Saab 911, an Audi TT and a Keornensig! Don’t ask me I just dreamed it! It’s metallic electric blue with red leather interior and sounds like a lion roaring. The guys that own it and are making the copy are surfer dudes; replete with matted blonde hair, enviable tan and board shorts. They apparently live on the campsite because I keep on seeing them but they don’t seem to be working on the copy car and I don’t think It’ll be ready in time.

I decide that I’m going to check on things anyway and begin walking to catch a bus. It’s going to take ages because I have Charlie with me and he has to walk. We are nearly at the road outside the campsite when I realise that I don’t have anything on my feet. I’m tempted to go barefoot to the wedding but decide against it, I haven’t gone barefoot for ages and I don’t think my feet are up to it. True.

Having made the decision I now have to go all the way back to the tent but instead of turning round and going back the way I came I walk across the chipped bark of the entrance way in order to go in a circle. I don’t want anyone to think that I’m indecisive.

On the way back to the tent I see the guys finishing up the sports car. The original is pulled up behind the copy at an angle. The guys are putting the final touches to the paintwork but I notice that the roof is quite patchy and the red primer undercoat can still be seen but it’s too late because they’re already putting on the last coat of wax lacquer on. I don’t think the Bride and Groom will really care.

Final visual is a DO of myself sat on a plush padded chair in amidst the other, non-familial guests…bored to tears.

Suggestions of being kept out of the loop but I’m not sure what they might pertain to. It might be because of our style of wedding but then that was a couple of years ago and I don’t know anyone getting hitched atm. Only other thing I can think of is the forums where sometimes it can feel as if you’re talking to your self but I don’t feel that very much anymore so..?

I'm afraid I don't have time these days to go into so much detail as before but any dreams which I consider poignant will be recorded here.

18th September 2008

Heartburn

I don't remember overly much about it but during the course of the dream a friend of mine Phoned me and in the middle of the conversation she said, "You should wake up Hon; you're gonna be sick otherwise!" So I woke up! When I did I found that I was gagging on stomach acid. Sorry not very nice I know!

Later on, after taking some gaviscon I managed to go back to sleep and again during a completely unrelated dream, which I can't remember, a friend from another forum sent me a text: > Your acid is bad again you need to wake up. XXX I did wake up and lo and behold...

I think it's so cool that my subconcious is able to communicate with my conscious mind during sleep like that and I really am intrigued to see if I can get it to work for Lucid purposes.

Bathtime

Another fairly odd one but interestingly I've been looking into Power Animals and contacting mine again.

We're living in a big house with the bathroom next to the Kitchen. I go in there to have a bath. The bath is large and has rocks and crevaces in the bottom and it's already full of water. In the left hand corner there is a big brown, mottled crablike creature with a shiny shell. It looks kinda like a conch shell. The crab is sitting looking at me and I notice that it's features are feline. Not like it has a cats head or something, it is definately a crab but the face has feline like features.

I catch movement in the right corner and see a large lizard come frog type creature in a vibrant green colour. It stops moving away from me and turns to look at me over it's shoulder. It too has feline features but is definately froggy looking. At the head of the bath it's five babies; miniture versions of it, are climbing over one another.

I have a brief conscious thought that I should get Nigel to come and get tehm out for me and then almost immediately dismissed the notion on the grounds that they were meant to be there and that they were there for me!

I turned my attention back to the crab in time to see it scuttle under a ledge between the rocks and the bottom of the bath.

I woke up thinking how odd it was but the feline faces really struck a chord. Whether it was trying to say that I am a Frog and a Crab, whatever that might mean; or that I need to look to the Water for some reason, I'm not too sure butI'm sure the Universe will portion it out as it's needed so...Watch this space I guess.

Bearing in mind that I am pregnant and this does whacky things to the brain, this is the most disturbing dream.

I dreamt this two nights ago.

No Tittle

My family and I are on retreat somewhere, for families trying to bond, specifically with a new baby on the way.

Things are as they are; I'm pregnant, Nigel is with me as are Charlie and Stefan. The retreat was packed full of the usual kinds of things; obstacle courses that you must overcome as a family. Games that rely on trust etc. We had completed the course and returned to our chalet to discover the celebratory meal hanging from the rafters in order to defrost. All packaged up like a supermarket chicken was a frozen baby! It's skin was blue, it was definately frozen curled up in the feotal position but it was alive!!!

I decided that I wanted to save it and spoke to the organizers about it. i explained that I'm vegetarian and couldn't possibley eat the baby but I would like to defrost it and look after it as one of my own. They said that it was possible but that I would have to replenish his blood supply via transfusion. Ofcourse the only way to do this was by transfusing Charlie with the new baby. We took him down from the rafters, unwrapped him and hooked them both up to the necessary machines. As the blood from Charlie nurished the new baby Charlie began to puff up as if he'd had an allergic reaction to something but by now there was enough for them both. We disengaged them from the machine and I wrapped the new baby up in my coat. I gave him to Nigel and took Charlie in my arms, he was all puffy and swollen but I knew they'd be OK. Later after we'd gone home and I'd had my own baby Stefafns friend was at our house. He was trying to seduce me!

So yes, very odd very upsetting in places and there was something about names that I couldn't quite catch. It was to do with not giving the frozen baby the name we've agreed on for our baby. I think we called it Rory!

I'm not sure it means anything really but it was extremely vivid and totally upsetting in places. I just wanted to record it I think.