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Old 06-29-2009, 04:30 AM   #65 (permalink)
invisiblehouses
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I had a couple lucid dreams when I was young, around ten or eleven years old. I also had one later in my teen years that turned out pretty much exactly as you'd expect. I don't know that I've had any since, though.

However, what do you call this?

Awhile back, I had this dream where I found out that certain musical notes were good and certain others were evil. I'm a musician, so this was important to me. I know that B-flat and E-flat were notes that brought joy and light and goodness, but F-sharp was a bringer of darkness and negative energy. I had to fill my life with "good" notes and work to eliminate the "bad" ones. I would have to watch chords, too...D major was iffy territory, with that big F-sharp in there, defining the chord. B-flat major (and, oddly, its moody cousin G minor) was an especially powerful force for good, and E-flat major seventh was a joyful, playful chord that brought laughter and light.

So far, a standard music nerd dream. Here's where it gets weird: at some point, the situation in the dream turned dark, and I began to sing a B-flat note to myself. I felt myself surrounded by light, and the light began to push away the whatever-it-was that had been closing in. I closed my eyes and kept humming that magical note.

I woke up to find myself actually humming a note, the dream fresh in my mind. I do not have perfect pitch at all, but I had to try it...I leapt out of bed, still humming that note to myself, and ran into the other room, where my guitar was. I was humming a pitch-perfect B-flat note. The guitar was tuned correctly. I checked it out.

I don't often remember dreams, but this one has stuck with me. I've come to think it had to do with positive and negative thoughts and people, and that waking up singing a perfect B-flat to myself was just a little extra confirmation that the dream was aligned with Truth.
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