Xanous' Dream Journal

#253 - DILD - 4:28AM

I get really annoyed with the quality of DEILDs so I hope for DILD

I am watching Nick and Hank from Grimm talking in front of a building with a covered pick up/drop off area. Nick walks away and I feel that I am supposed to follow him. I feel like this all a video game and watch as he turns right toward another really close building. I wonder what will happen if I turn the other way. I say, "Screw it." and turn left instead. I follow a narrow alley like a hallway between buildings for a few feet and it suddenly stop at a dead end. I am little shocked and hear loud dun dun DUNN music. I figure this part of the game was not supposed to be seen and I broke the rules. The idea of limited environment makes me think of the dreams pace and I suddenly become lucid.

I hurry back to were Nick went but he is nowhere to be seen. I try to think of my goal but all I can remember is my back up plan, ask a DC for a gift. Damn. I really had something in mind but I just can't recall it. I become afraid that I will destabilise by thinking too long on this so I move on. I look around and see that on the side of a building there is a stairway leading up and an elevator. A Hispanic man in a hair net and white uniform walks up to the elevator, pushes the button and waits. I approach him asking, "Do you have a gift for me?" He looks scared and puts both hands in front of him as he starts speaking fast Spanish. The elevator door opens and I walk in giving up on the man.

Inside, there are three or four men. They look like business men in suits but one gets my eye. He's a large ginger who looks a lot like Arthur Weasley. I ask everyone in the elevator but look at the ginger, "Do you have a gift for me?" Suddenly, they all become very nervous and start clearing throats and muttering uncertain words. I wait patiently with both hands held behind my back thinking they surely have something to give me. The ginger starts patting his pant pockets and dives a hand in one. He quickly produces a coin and tosses it in the air toward me. I think that my dreaming eyes will be unable to follow but I deftly snatch it out of the air. When I look at the coin I see it is copper colored. "Oh. A penny." At that, the elevator door opens on the other side and I exit not ready to give up on this.

I am now in what looks like a waiting room lobby full of people. As I stroll through, I spot an extremely beautiful blonde woman lounging in an arm chair. The room darkens save for a beam of light on the woman. She appears to be from the 40's era but looks strangely like an older version of a Disney star who's name escapes me at the moment. I stop dead in my tracks with my jaw on the floor. I timidly approach the woman having real anxiety and shyness. When I get close she looks up at me. I am barely able to speak at first but my words suddenly rush out at the end, "Um hey. Um so...do you have a gift for me?" I give a nervous smile.
She smiles and nods, "Mmmm Hmmm."
I suddenly lose my nervousness at the prospect of sex, "Oh do you?"
She just rolls her eyes and gets up moving to the other side of the room. There is very large purse or cloth bag on a chair. She reaches in then pauses, "Wait. Do you have a gift for me?"
Shit! I am at a loss and begin to act like the guys in the elevator. I pat my pockets finding nothing but suddenly remember that I can just summon something. For some reason I don't want to be a show-off so I use expectation to find a gift sitting in the room. I turn around and there is a couch with people on it. I walk to the end and expect to find the present sitting on the other side. I push past a woman in a chair and reach down hoping it will appear. My hands grasp on a small box and it materializes before my eyes. It's neatly wrapped in white paper with green and red ornaments on it. Yes!

As I walk the package back to the woman I think that I had better decide what the gift is. I don't want it to be something lame. Judging by the size, I decide it should be jewellery. She's now holding a medium sized box wrapped in red paper with green stripes. We quickly exchange gifts and I tear into mine right away. It's a white box with some writing on it that looks a lot like a board game. I squint to read the yellow writing: NATIONAL LAMPOONS AND BREAKFAST CLUB TRIVIA. I ask if this is a board game and she nods smiling. "Thanks!", I say.
She now unwraps her gift revealing a black felt box. (The type you would expect to have jewellery in) Then, she asks an odd question, "Where does it go?"
I am confused and not sure I understand, "What?"
She repeats herself more clearly now, "Where... does... it go?"
Still thinking she is being very odd, I think "necklace" and trace a line on her chest near her neck. I answer, "Right there."
She smiles and begins to open the box as I take the seat next to her. She pauses, "Is it Lavender Ruby?"
I picture a white gold necklace with purple gems. Wondering what the hell is wrong with this woman I answer, "Well, It's um purple. Amethyst, I think."
She lifts the lid only slightly and quickly closes it looking a little disappointed.
Guessing her thoughts, I ask, "You're going to return it aren't you?"
Without looking at me, she gives a slight nod.
I become annoyed and a little hurt at this, "Why are you being a bitch in my dream?"
Her only response is a playful pouty-lipped-look. I feel bad about calling her a bitch and hug her. I close my eyes as we kiss. The kiss feels odd and I suddenly break away.

I think about how this woman is so lifelike but isn't real at all. In fact, she is just... me. I become curious about what part of my subconscious she is so I ask, "Who are you?"
She smiles and responds, "How are you?"
I don't find the humour in this and sarcastic reply, "Haha how funny." I try again, "What's your name?"
This time get a an actual answer but it seems she is lying because she stumbles on the name like she is just making it up, "Amar...rosa."
"Your name is Amarosa?" (Not Omarosa. There was a distinct 'A' sound.)
She smiles at me and snuggles into my chest. I put an arm around her and want to enjoy this but decide this is wrong. I go ahead and let her down gently, "Well, Maybe in the next life but not this one." I push her away and see looks at me questioningly. "I'm already married. Sorry but I have to go." As if on cue I wake up.

#180 - 7:07AM - DEILD/DILD - 3 of 3

The alarm clock went off at 7am. I let my wife be the one to hit the snooze because I wanted to go for a DEILD. I was a little disappointed that I missed so many opportunities to become lucid after the first two LDs. I didn't move a muscle or open my eyes and focused on the back of my neck. I got weak vibrations right away. I continued a little longer hoping that they would get more intense like usual. Another bad idea.

I found myself non lucid in a public restroom that looked a lot like a home bathroom. I take a leak in a normal toilet (not a urinal). A miniature version of Ms. Page (I'll leave the first name off to protect the innocent. ), an ex girl friend of mine that later became a good friend, is sitting on the back of the toilet with her boyfriend chatting away. I say something about privacy and go to a row of sinks to wash my hands. There is a soft soap pump bottle and when I squirt some out I knock over the bottle. The top was loose and liquid soap spills all over the counter. I notice several men on either side of me washing their hands. Embarrassed, I say out loud, "Ooops. Sorry, I'm still half asleep." I pause. Still... asleep. DING! The light comes on.

I realize I am dreaming and for fun, look into the mirror. I smile real big at my self and make funny faces. I'm really excited that I am lucid and it shows on my blurry face in the mirror. I leave the bathroom with no real task in mind and go exploring.

There's a slight memory gap but I was basically running around what looked like a shopping mall laughing manically and being overly hyper. I end up busting in some door that went into some office space in the back part of the mall. There are several women sitting at a conference desk. For some reason the song Hey Ladies by the Beastie Boys pops in my head. I confuse the lyrics a little and loudly sing, "HEY LADIES! WHERE'S ALL THE SINGLE LADIES IN THE HOUSE!?" My intentions were never sexual and judging by all the bored and disinterested stares that I got in reply, I think my subconscious knew it.
I say, "What? Really? Nobody?"

Then I remember that I saw Ms. Page in the bathroom and began to regret that we haven't talked in a long time in waking life. I see a corded phone on the conference desk and pick up the receiver to page her. At that moment I realize I have no idea how to page so I fake it. I dial 'star' 'eight', thought about it moment then, 'nine'. I hear a tone on the loud speaker and I speak, "Umm..." I hear my voice over the intercom and to my surprise it sounds very realistic. "(first name) Page please call.." Oh shit what extension? I look on the phone and see some random letters and numbers printed in white on black. I see '*16' and decide thats it. "... extension one six". I thought 'one six' was a little short so I add, "six six." Sure I'll add a few 6's. Why not?As soon as I hang the phone up it rings.
I answer. "Hello?"
I hear a very lively and smooth female voice reply, "Hey! What are you doing?
"Oh", I said. I'm surprised at how much it really sounds like her. "I just wanted to see you. You know... nothing weird. Just wanted to chat and see how things were going. Can you come here?"
She sounded happy about the idea. "Sure I'll see you in a minute." I hang up the phone and decide to walk out of the office into a more public area to keep things from getting awkward.

I find myself in a busy food court and take a seat on a bench looking around for her face in a sea of strangers. I feel the dream getting distorted and hazy so I get up and pace around. I still feel really amped up and decided the pacing was a good idea. My legs feel tense and energetic and what I really want to do now is go for a run but I force myself to calm down and wait. I'm curious if she will actually show up.

I come up behind one woman that I think might be her and quickly give her a friendly hug from behind but when she turns around it doesn't really look like her. I just go with it hoping she will change. I say, "Hi! It's good to see you again." The woman just glares at me. I notice now that she is a blond and my friend was never blond and now her face is all wrong. I say to her, "Oh sorry. I thought you were someone else."
She hatefully and sarcastically replies, "Uh yeah.. You think?" and storms off.
I shout after her, "WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?"

I search around some more and spot Ms. Page sitting on the bench that I was just at. I walk over and sit next to her. She is holding a toddler and I remember that she was pregnant the last time I talked to her in walking life. I study her face for a moment to make sure. It looks just like her but her face is a little shifty. I shrug that off as normal.
"Oh hi!" I said. "I forgot that you had another kid! What's her name?"
She starts talking excitedly but now the dream is fading. I take her left and and hold it in both of mine. I don't care anymore what she is saying and I begin to softly stroke the back of her hand for stability. It's not working and I shush her so I can concentrate.
Showing real concern she asks me, "What wrong?"
I say, "Oh nothing really. It's just that I'm waking up now and I don't want to." The scene fades to black.

I see another scene forming but force myself awake as I know my time must but almost up. The dream felt like it went on for a long time and I was afraid to forget.

The alarm goes of for the second time once I start to DJ in my phone.