Saturday, October 1, 2011

Because my mystery novel, "Lucid", explores the world of dreams, I am keeping a diary of my own personal dream experiences in this blog.

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Last Night I Dreamt a bird came in through my bedroom window. At first it was fairly small; it looked like some sort of small, black crane. I was holding one of my dogs back, thinking he might scare the bird…but it seemed that my dog was more scared of the bird than the other way round. The only one the bird seemed to be frightened of was me. When I approached the bird he became defensive. He stood very upright and stretched out his neck, and began to grow and grow, until he was taller than I was, with a great long neck that reached up to the ceiling. Then he extended his wings outward, revealing his enormous wingspan. I immediately said, ‘I have to get a photo of this’ and ran off to get my camera. I aimed at the bird and pressed the shutter button…but nothing happened. I tried many times to photograph the bird, but my camera refused to work. I even fetched my other camera, but that wouldn’t work either, so I asked my husband to snap a picture with his cellphone. He was able to take a picture, but when we checked the phone, the photo had vanished. Weirder still, when I was looking at it through my camera, the bird didn’t look like a bird at all. It looked like a man with a strange, eerie face, holding his arms outward just the way the bird had held out its wings.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Last Night I Dreamt I was staying in a very strange house that was apparently haunted. There was a team of young men and women who either had superhuman powers, or were just very knowledgeable and experienced in dealing with ghosts. Their job was to protect the rest of us.
Everything in the house was normal until 7pm each night, when the team would spring into action. I was in a room when 7pm struck. The team came along yelling at me to “Get out, get out!” But I was too late…as I ran to the door it slammed violently shut in my face. I was terrified, trapped in the dark room, but the team managed to get the door open. Light was a very important factor, and we all had to stay in the light and keep away from the shadows.
I remember seeing my first ghost. It began as a bluish, translucent mist, but as it floated toward me, it took the shape of a cardboard mailing box (complete with postage stamps). The whole thing was see-through and blue-gray; it looked almost like an x-ray. As it floated by, I raised my hands and announced, “Ladies and gentleman, it’s official…I’ve just seen my first ghost!” The team was not amused. They told me to stay quiet and not anger the ghosts.
I remember two of the team members clearly; one an African man who spoke a language I didn’t know. I was able to figure out what he was saying, though, as I recognized the word for ‘seven’, and therefore knew he was talking about the all-important hour of 7pm. I also remember a blonde woman with a ponytail, who had blue eyes that were small and close together. She had one leg shorter than the other, and wore a special, raised shoe to even them out.