8:45 AM
The Initiation: I am walking with another man. We may be in the military. We are walking through the woods on a large circuit hike, it may be in the night. We are participating in an initiation, similar to a gauntlet. It is a very narrow path, there are others hiding in the woods and making our passage difficult and possibly painful. I am trying to think strategically. As we approach the next obstacle I pick up something like a bale of hay to form a shield for the two of us. We engage with the person trying to harm us. I can feel the pressure from the other side of my makeshift shield, but we do not directly encounter the person. It seems to be working.
The Ceremony: I am dressed, possibly in a uniform. They are many people in a series of large rooms. They are well furnished, like in a mansion or private club. A high ranking officer comes to me and asks me to put out my hands. I look at them palms up in detail. There are several scars and open superficial wounds. He takes some kind of device. It has a small blade. He runs it across my left palm and creates another wound. It hurts very briefly, like a shot.
The Fountain: I am again participating in a challenge. I am at the base of a plateau of green lush grass. There is someone walking on the top. I am below it and am confronted with a steep wall of very dark raw earth. It is 6 to 10 feet up. My job is to get up on top by negotiating the slippery steep incline. I reach up and see large grassy stalks. I grab one and it pulls out very easily as I put my weight on it. I have the idea that even if I walk around the plateau it will be the same on all sides. My goal is just out of reach but seemingly impossible to attain. It has been contrived by others. I am at a loss but don't give up.
The Initiation: I am walking with another man. We may be in the military. We are walking through the woods on a large circuit hike, it may be in the night. We are participating in an initiation, similar to a gauntlet. It is a very narrow path, there are others hiding in the woods and making our passage difficult and possibly painful. I am trying to think strategically. As we approach the next obstacle I pick up something like a bale of hay to form a shield for the two of us. We engage with the person trying to harm us. I can feel the pressure from the other side of my makeshift shield, but we do not directly encounter the person. It seems to be working.
The Ceremony: I am dressed, possibly in a uniform. They are many people in a series of large rooms. They are well furnished, like in a mansion or private club. A high ranking officer comes to me and asks me to put out my hands. I look at them palms up in detail. There are several scars and open superficial wounds. He takes some kind of device. It has a small blade. He runs it across my left palm and creates another wound. It hurts very briefly, like a shot.
The Fountain: I am again participating in a challenge. I am at the base of a plateau of green lush grass. There is someone walking on the top. I am below it and am confronted with a steep wall of very dark raw earth. It is 6 to 10 feet up. My job is to get up on top by negotiating the slippery steep incline. I reach up and see large grassy stalks. I grab one and it pulls out very easily as I put my weight on it. I have the idea that even if I walk around the plateau it will be the same on all sides. My goal is just out of reach but seemingly impossible to attain. It has been contrived by others. I am at a loss but don't give up.
I find myself on the top. There is a large shallow pool of water, possibly part of a fountain. I see a mature officer in uniform. I do a marshal arts move where I perform a kind of cartwheel and attach my legs around his neck. I continue my rounding motion and bring him down into he water. It is not intended to him him, just to take him down.
I am now taking part in some kind of formal ceremony. I am being congratulated for my effort and success. Part of the ceremony is recalling in detail my taking down of the officer. The is some combination of singing, music and words engraved on a brass plague. The plaque is commemorating the exact words I said or sang as I took him down, but I don't remember any of that happening during the event in the pool.
Notes: I saw my hands in great detail, this is my primary reality check, yet I failed to become lucid. As I am going back and forth into the dream trying to remember it before fully waking, it occurs to me that I need to be paying more attention to things during the day, not just in my dream. I first think I should be paying attention to guidance that is available to me in general, but now as I am wring this, I think maybe it is focused on reality checks in the day. I have never been good at regularly practicing these. I recall getting advice from an avid lucid dreamer, in person, that practicing reality check really works.
What is my dream telling me? Pay attention. Keep trying, especially when it seems impossible. Be consistent in my efforts. Do reality checks. Make them really detailed. Question reality. Try and devise more robust tests to distinguish waking states from dreaming states. Determining what is "real" is likely impossible.
What am I going to do abut it? Do reality checks regularly. Similar to a string-on-my-finger-reminder I am putting a red dot (fingernail polish) on my watch band.
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