[Apparpsmose]

They're not sensational but they've occasionally yielded an insight.

Saturday 1st March, 2008

I'm using rhythm napping and I go to H's bed at 3am because he's on a sleep over. I read some OBE matter on the net for an hour. It's a bit hard to get back to sleep but last time, when I dispensed with the reading and lay quietly in bed for an hour, I didn't think to OBE when I gained insight into my situation. I'm really tired so that very few of the beeps register after I do nod off.

At some point I'm dreaming a false awakening and I'm aware it's a false awakening but not lucid enough to do anything with the situation.

I hear a "radio", like last time, I listen carefully to ascertain whether it's real or dreamt. It appears to make sense. It's Triple J and the music is something familiar that I don't know the name of. There is, however, no radio in H's room. I fumble around trying to hit the snooze button.

L, a lovely girl who started with me at this new job, comes into the room playing classical guitar. It doesn't sound bad. I don't question her presence. Now S, a sweet guy who also started when we did, sits near me on the bed and I show him what I'm writing in my dream diary. It's the dream I've just finished having:

]My "mother" is giving me new clothes. They're tops of different designs and I really love them.
Some are long-sleeved and some short-sleeved. They're in patterns and plains and in a range of
colours. I'm amazed that all this is for me and the other "children" are similarly endowed. "Mother"
is a large, brown-skinned woman. "Father's" name is "Gustav". I explain to S that this is a pun for
"Good stuff." I ask father where we got the money for all the new clothes and he says it's because
we traded away the old stuff.
Now I'm writing "Gustav" on my husband's neck or head (he shaves his head)- I think this is because
I saw him write a reminder on his hand earlier in the day. It's now that I attain lucidity. I'm not sure
if the timer beeped or not.

The dream scene disappears and I'm in blackness. I don't want to waste the opportunity like I did last time. I lie still within myself but I feel urgency to act so I will myself out of body and begin to float upwards. There's something wrong with my attitude, though. It's not fear but lack of confidence in my ability to succeed. Sure enough, I slam back.

My later dreams continue the motifs of wealth, luxury, gifts, abundance and groups of people with a party atmosphere.