Colleen and Lale

Lucid dream!  the most lucid I've had in a while.

Last night around 1 in the morning, November 11th of 2012, I had a lucid dream. I know I've been tagging other dreams as lucid, but I think I've been tagging them wrong. LUCID up until this point meant I could control some semblance of what was happening in the dream - this dream, however, was the full definition. I controlled things and I was very aware I was asleep.

There were many dreams in the sequence when I was lucid, for about maybe an hour or so. It's very hard to recall but I remember one of the scenes in the sequence with ridiculous clarity. I was lying in bed and very aware when I fell asleep behind my eyelids. I saw the dream come to light, like a dark blurry image becoming progressively clearer and brighter, and I felt triumphant because I knew I had fallen asleep while retaining my consciousness.

In one of the scenes I was in a beautiful modern restaurant. I knew exactly who I was to find and I knew what I needed to tell him. Once I entered the dream I was very aware of dreaming, but I played along with the plot. I made sure I was to see him - I haven't seen the two of them in my dreams for so long that I missed them. So I went looking for them.

The restaurant, if you'd like finer details, is very much like the rotational restaurant at Niagara Falls - expensive, prestigious. Except much bigger, less crowded, and it was on the ground, not elevated.

I heard the sound of a somber piano song. It was very moody and precise, and from my dream I don't recall having ever heard it before, so my musical mind must've gotten creative. Once I rounded the corner I saw the baby grand piano raised on a stage, the lid open. Behind the piano was Lale.

I knew Colleen was running outside. She was being chased - they both were. There were people eyeing Lale in the restaurant and I knew they were trying to corner him while Colleen was trying to escape others outside of the restaurant. I recall spinning this reasoning together to explain why she wasn't anywhere. I was also very aware that in the dream, I was myself, and not in her shoes. So I knew that I would see Lale first, and I wanted to glimpse Colleen, too, so I imagined they were only temporarily separated. The two needed to be together - so I was here for that purpose.

When I saw Lale he looked surprised to see me, as if asking me why I was in the dream and why I was so totally in control. Every time I dream of Lale I feel helpless and I'm in need of saving - this time, I was to help him. He understood that I was the one who set it up so that the two of them were being chased. For a moment he looked rather annoyed, that scathing disapproving glare on his face. He understood, however, that if he wanted to find Colleen in the dream, then he needed to obey me.

I gave him a nod and shielded my eyes. His song increased in volume and tempo until he raised his hands and slammed down on the keys in the final chord. It felt like I watched his white-gloved hands lift up and slam down in slow motion, but when he did, I could actually feel the force of it in my dream.

All the lights and windows shattered; I heard shocked cries and shouts around me. I don't know how I did it but I told him to shatter the glass, and even the lid of the piano slammed shut. Some of the glass clattered onto me but I saw Lale slip deftly into the shadows, his long hair trailing behind him for only a second before he became a black moving smidge in the shadows. While the ruckus happened around us I trained my eyes on him, being the only person in the whole room who understood what was happening, and he gave me a suspicious look as he went. It was as if he was wondering my true motives, whether or not he should trust me. I now know the extent of how much this character of mine suspects and distrusts me, haha!

I turned to the window where I knew Lale would go. He leapt out of the frame and out into the street, deftly sliding out of shadow and back into being a physical self, and I saw Colleen running across the street in the distance. I could see people chasing them, but Colleen had literally nothing on her but her white dress. Soon her frantic speed was matched by him, and Lale almost collided with her, grabbing her by the shoulders. I watched as he pulled her into the safe darkness, into the ground where no one could touch them. I heard shouts of anger and disappointment from the ones who chased them.

The most vivid part of this scene was that I heard Lale and Colleen's distinct voices. It came after they disappeared, both laughing. I cannot articulate their voices. In any case, what surprised me was not Lale's voice - which was exactly how I imagined it, deep, a velvety baritone with precise consonants and smooth vowels. Colleen's was the shocker. I always have trouble imagining female voices that I haven't heard before but in this dream hers was definitely one I've never heard, but it suited her so well. It was soft but powerful, a forceful but elegant laugh. I woke up very content from this dream, knowing I made them happy.

There was a bit more to the lucid dream, like me seeing Peter take snapshots of the surrounding restaurant (while it was whole) and a few other things... I've forgotten most of them because I had to wake up immediately and get out of the house. But I'm glad I recalled this important segment.

The dressed assassins

The dressed assassins


Age 18

Oct 29 2012

Last night I had a dream after Veina's party. I just woke up from it so it's rather vivid and now I'm madly typing it on my ipod.

Me and my family were at a hotel called Marriott downtown. I'm not sure if this hotel exists in real life. In any case, it was my entire family: mom, dad, stepdad, grandparents, and various siblings were all there; I remember several scenes with my mother, brother, stepfather and father. One with Alston was that we were joking around dinner and the adults watched on fondly. One with mom was we were in the bathroom chatting through the stalls. There were several scenes with Peter, one with him fixing the Internet cable at the back of the desk in our room, another with him later.

Notes:
We didn't pay

We left through my birth dad's ingenuity - he dug some kind of hold in one of the room walls an we crawled through it outside, where we drove back home.

Went back to markham via snowy mountains, I went to Trudeau on Halloween. I was still a high school student and I was enjoying myself.

Saw these awesome costumes, namely a girl in a long gothic gown with a lacy umbrella, a few more dressy ppl, me in my little red hood, etc

Father and Stepfather both decide to bring us back downtown with Ethan and Alston. On the subway i saw a suspicious group of people with dagger eyes glaring at us.

I talked with an older lady sitting across me in the subway, Madame Stella I think her name was. A pleasant older woman. The ppl in the corner kept staring at us too and I realised in panic that they were totally watching us. I thought they were the police chasing after me and my family and we were in danger, having cheated the prestigious Marriott.

I started crying, worried there were assassins after us. the subway was filled with people from earlier in the dream; classmates, friends, that Halloween group. I bid the Madame farewell and my family group left the subway, both dads asking me what was wrong.

We left the subway, climbing stairs and going straight into the Marriott, and I felt elated. We could go into a random room and no one would notice! But no, as soon as I tried to randomly run a bellboy came up to me in a pubic voice and asked for my social number. Of course I knew giving it would be retarded so I didn't, running out if the Marriott's entrance down stairs for the street.

I pulled my family along and I wanted to race down the street, but when I took a look, the same group of Halloween people who were dressed up - that girl the the gothic gown and umbrella, another girl in a similar gothic fashion, a few boys dressed like monsters - closed in on the doors. It was them! They were the assassins!

Then I woke up. THIS IS A REALLY BAD RECOLLECTION OKAY, I know. Just... it was vivid and now I'm filling in gaps of the dream in November, which totally means I won't remember anything. Well, darn.