Voices

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #243: Silent Lucidity I am hanging out with <PERSON> in a carpeted den and we are talking excitedly about how a group of us (<PERSON>, Jenkees, <PERSON>, and I) made audio recordings that make us sound like complete idiots. (This is a true waking life memory! I recorded myself using a special audio trick that <PERSON> found which made me sound like a complete idiot. The others made their recordings overnight and <PERSON> skyped me about this during WBTB.) Nearby there is a statue of a tall, naked, muscular woman striding forward while extending her arm toward the sky. The woman is wearing a basket across her lower back and there are three towel-like bundles in the basket. <PERSON> tells me that these bundles are the "idiot" voice recordings and that they will be ready soon. <PERSON> and I lay on the carpeted floor maybe ten feet apart, facing each other and propped up on an elbow. We talk for a while about various things, mostly related to dreaming. I consider the idea that I am dreaming right now and yes, this is a dream! I tell <PERSON> that all of this is a dream and she smiles, calmly agreeing. We talk a little about the voice recordings, and then I tell her that I cannot remember my goals right now, but I am content to just chat for a while. She asks me why I am not wearing my SleepPhones to bed and I tell her that those are fleece and it still does not feel cold enough. I tell her, "And you only know about the SleepPhones because this is a dream!" (Meaning that she knows I am not wearing them.) She laughs. I remember that I had a goal of facing a fear. <PERSON> and I had recently discussed how we are both very fearful about awkward silences with friends. I allow the conversation to pause. <PERSON> seems to understand what I am doing and her eyes flick once nervously to the left before locking back on to mine for good. I feel a sharp flutter of panic at first and I am tempted to blah-blah-blah the moment away, but I resist it and maintain our eye contact. My hands knead the carpet to help keep the dream stable. After I am past the initial fear, my mantra "Look for the dream" returns to me. <PERSON>'s mouth turns up in a half smile as my fear gives way to calm. After a while, I say, "[Jenkees] must be here, right? I really want to meet him!" <PERSON> grins at this idea and agrees. We both stand up and I gesture toward the adjacent hallway, saying, "Ah look, [Jenkees] is even here right now!" A rather doughy, pasty guy who looks nothing like <PERSON> walks through the door and joins us in the den. I notice that he is way too short. "[Jenkees], you are supposed to be so much taller than this!" The guy smiles sheepishly and starts shrinking even more until he is only waist height. <PERSON> and I laugh at how badly I have botched this summon. "Sorry, [Jenkees]," I say. "I will do better with this next time!" <PERSON> and I try to talk a bit more about dream goals, but it is not long before the dream ends.