I am at my uncle Dominic's house in West Palm Beach, Florida. The house has long, dimly-lit corridors in the dream -- corridors which do not look like this in reality. There are rooms off these corridors which are also unfamiliar. Guests are over for dinner. I don't know who these people are. I excuse myself to use the downstairs bathroom (there is no "downstairs" in his actual home). There are scorpions crawling around everywhere in the bathroom: all over the floor, on the shower curtain, in the bath tub. There is also a leak in the plumbing and water is pooling up on the ground. I am afraid that if I use the toilet, the bathroom is going to flood even more after I flush it.
I decide to go back upstairs to use the toilet there. On the way upstairs, however, I get sidetracked and venture outside where I run into his neighbor, an African-American lady sleeping on a hammock on her front porch. I awaken her to ask if she would like to have a new roof put on her house. The back of her house sports a beautiful Spanish-style tile roof; the front, however, is missing shingles and has no decking. It looks as though a tornado had destroyed it years ago and it was never fixed. She tells me she is interested. At that point, I remember I had to use the bathroom, so I tell her I can help her get a new roof, but first there was something I needed to do. As I head back over to uncle Dominic's, I notice I am completely nude (a missed dream sign). I am determined now to do two things: use the bathroom, and find my clothes.
As I enter into the house, I pass an Italian-looking guy who looks like he's in the mob. He is talking to my uncle in the kitchen, using his hands to gesticulate. An attractive older woman is standing next to him. I go upstairs and use the bathroom. While sitting on the toilet, I look around and notice all different kinds of clothes hanging from the walls: jeans, slacks, shirts, etc. All the articles of clothing are of the same color and pattern -- red and black striped -- and all the clothing is in pairs. As I am wondering what this means, a young kid enters and says he needs to get his clothes. His clothes are in very close proximity to me; some of the articles are even touching my legs and arms as I sit on the commode. As he collects his clothes, I try to help him by reaching out to the articles nearest to me. As I do this, other people begin entering the bathroom, including the Italian guy. He pulls up a chair opposite from me and tries to engage in conversation. Other men join in, and suddenly it seems all my uncle's guests are up here in the bathroom with me. I want to get up and flush, but am too embarrassed to do so, given the circumstances. My hands are covering my groin and I feel trapped. Fade out.
In this next fragment, I am seated in a restaurant with a group of friends. We are planning our night out on the town. A nagging thought keeps hitting me: My time would be better spent studying and preparing for my exams so I can fulfill the requirements needed to graduate (another missed dream sign). Two geeky guys are sitting across from me. They lean over and whisper in my ear that I if play some jazz guitar tonight, they'll hook me up with some girls looking for action. Dream recall fades. Dreamt 1/04/2017
Updated Yesterday at 07:49 PM by 92342
I am at the zoo with my wife and son. The zoo is indoors and it is empty. We wander the silent corridors peering into the glass animal cages, but all the animals are either absent or asleep. We reach a glass cage filled with water that has two tigers deflated under the water. They look like twin neglected floatation toys sitting on the bottom of a pool. Upon closer look, it appears the door to the cage is damaged. I carefully open the door, expecting a wave of water to gush out, but nothing happens. As I open the door wider to look inside the cage, I suddenly see a HUGE Bengal tiger walk out of his cage. He turns his massive head and looks at me. He begins walking towards me, and I step away in panic and turn to my wife and son. They are asleep on the floor in front of the cage. I desperately try to awaken them, but they are unresponsive.
The tiger emerges from the door and snarls at me. I turn away to run and he chases me. We are in a rotunda and we go round and round and round. The walls and doors of the rotunda are white. I see an opening in the wall up by the ceiling and leap into it and escape his jaws just in time. I now visualize the tiger returning to my sleeping wife and son to devour them. In a panic I run to the zoo's administration offices and burst in shouting, "A tiger's escaped!"
There is a black lady at the information booth, and she quickly gathers a group of people to go and investigate. As we walk back across the zoo grounds, I am unable to remember where the rotunda was located. She keeps asking me which rotunda the tiger was in, and all I can answer is, "The white one." To my great consternation, she tells me she doesn't know of any white rotunda. She then asks me about my family. I tell her the tiger is "guarding" my family. We continue walking until at last we arrive at a red circular building. She tells me this is the only rotunda the zoo has that she knows of. I say in a fury, "But it is red!" She shrugs and says she doesn't know what else she can do. I tell her that if it were her family, she would be in hysterics. This makes her angry, and I abandon her to go search for my wife and son myself.
I crawl up a steep hill on my belly, though some high grass and snow and stumble through several different buildings in my quest to find my family. One building looks like a deserted concert hall. I tell myself that I will always despise tigers from now on. When I exit the concert hall, it is evening outside and I am completely lost. I see some strange highway I do not recognize in the distance, with lights from the cars and trucks whizzing by. I reach for my cellphone to activate my GPS, but the battery is dead. As absolute dread sweeps over me, I suddenly realize I am dreaming. I look up to the dark sky, raise my arms above my head and shout, "Oh Paul! Wake up from this dream now!"
I awaken in my bed and sit up, breathless and terrified. This nightmare was extremely vivid, as I had taken Huperzine-A and Valerian Root extract together in an effort to get past a dry spell. In retrospect, it wasn't very wise and I won't be combining these two herbal supplements again. Dreamt 1/3/2017
Updated Yesterday at 01:14 PM by 92342
I am staying at an old seaside mansion in the antebellum section of a historic city (New Orleans, perhaps), and I am there with a group of people. A man is fencing in white breeches behind the mansion, down by the seashore. He is by himself, practicing his parries and thrusts. He is not wearing a mask. He has thick black hair and is in excellent physique. He is very graceful and very handsome and moves as smooth as a ballet dancer. I walk up to him when he stops and tell him that Paul Morphy was an expert fencer too, and that he never lost a match -- in fencing or in chess.
Note: Paul Morphy (1837-1884) was an extraordinary chess genius who became the unofficial world chess champion at age 21. After which, he retired from competitive chess and went insane. In this dream it appears I am staying at his mansion, which would account for the odd statement made by my subconscious to the DC fencer.
In the dream, I continue bragging on Morphy, my hero, but the people with me -- including the fencer -- seem uninterested. I cannot determine if the mansion belonged to his family, or if he lived elsewhere. I look at the sea and wonder if this was where he used to walk out on the sand. As I ponder these things, I am translocated from the seashore to a dank industrial building, akin to a warehouse where an attractive foreign woman is sitting at a table and staring at me. In my hand is a WWII German Luger pistol. As I continue to examine the pistol, the woman gets up to leave the room. Without thinking, I raise the pistol and fire at her back as she walks out the door. Nothing happens; it appears the gun wasn't loaded. The reason I tried to shoot her was because I wanted to hear how the gun sounded. Dreamt 12/31/2016
Updated 01-15-2017 at 05:57 PM by 92342
I am at an academy near the water. I am there at the academy with a partner. He resembles a friend of mine, Jeff Rygwelski, from my old college days in Boston some 26 years ago . We practice fighting together. It appears we are at a martial arts academy. At one point we are fighting near the water, on the piers. I recall that during the fighting we actually become very angry with each other and are no longer "practicing" -- we are now fighting for real. I kick my partner very hard and he sails through the air and falls into the water between two slats of wood on the docks. He must have drowned, I assume, when he doesn't resurface. I continue to wait for him to come up out of the water.
I give up waiting and decide to return to the academy. On the way back, he reappears. I see him before he has a chance to see me. I quickly duck behind a wall and try to slip out an exit door...but outside in the courtyard we bump into each other, face-to-face. He blocks the entrance to a building where I need to go. I think to myself, "I can jump on the roof and enter through that big crack in the wall," but do not. I do not want to fight him anymore. The dream recall dissipates at this point. Dreamt 12/30/2016
Updated 01-14-2017 at 04:22 PM by 92342
While drifting off to sleep after doing the FILD technique, I suddenly became aware of being enveloped by a purple-white haze in my bedroom. I tried to move, but sensed the grip of SP and immediately relaxed, bracing myself for lucidity. The purple haze cleared, and I had a crystal-clear view of my darkened bedroom. I immediately sat up in my bed, did an RC (pinched nose), and discovered I could breathe perfectly through it. Play time!
I got out of bed and flew up like a rocket through my ceiling and out the roof and into the night. I didn't have a plan (something I need to work on), and wound up inside an old, dilapidated warehouse with a DC who was in the image of my brother. He didn't seem to know we were lucid. I told my brother to look at his hands: We're dreaming! I looked at mine and saw I had an ectrodactyly-like disfigurement in both hands, and my nails were black. I rubbed them together to increase the vividness of the scene. I instructed my DC brother to go through the walls and columns in the warehouse with me. He followed me around as we diffused like two ghosts through the concrete walls, back and forth, round and round, in and out. We then flew up together, through the roof of the warehouse and into the night, he by my side. He never spoke to me. We saw another building down below and flew inside through its walls and into a chamber where there was a blue, translucent pool of water. I told my brother to follow me into the pool and I'd show him how we could breathe underwater. We both flew into the pool and went all the way to the bottom, where we sat down, breathing perfectly, and examined the floor of the pool.
When we were done with the pool, I temporarily lost control of the LD and we translocated to another warehouse that was being invaded by insectoid-like zombie figures. They wore gray pants, had black, rectangular heads with white glowing eyes and they slowly advanced toward us with outstretched arms. I imaged myself in a FPS, like Resident Evil, and yelled to my brother, "Let's start taking these fuckers out!" Crossbows manifested in our hands and we began shooting them down. But instead of bolts, the crossbows fired beams of light. I was on a staircase, halfway up, shooting down at them. My brother was beneath me, on the first floor near the base of the stairs, firing at them from his point. I got up close to examine one of the dead zombies that had fallen on the stairs, and saw he was trying to reanimate. I shot him again, at point blank range. He stopped moving. When I looked up, my brother was gone.
In this LD I saw myself as a disembodied ghost (as in basically all my LDs), looking in and "spying" on people who seem to be in WL. After the warehouse zombie shoot'em fest, I decided to lurk among the living and haunt them. I flew out into the night, amidst the downtown suburban city skyscrapers. People were out on the street with their Christmas shopping bags, and there was snow on the ground, with parents holding hands with their children, bundled up and wearing scarfs. It was a cold night. I flew over them and observed the people. Eventually I came to a tall penthouse building with huge glass windows that went up maybe twenty or thirty floors. I flew up midway and saw a young woman sitting with her back to the glass talking to some people inside her apartment. She was attractive and had a long, braided chestnut-colored ponytail and a slender frame. I decided to enter her apartment and observe her and her family more closely. But when I tried this I bounced off the glass. I tried again and failed. After several failed attempts, I became frustrated and kicked her window, making the snow on the outer ledge puff up in a burst. At that moment, she looked over her shoulder, as though she had heard a strange noise or disturbance behind her. After looking out the window with puzzlement and seeing nothing, she turned back around and resumed her conversation. I noticed my fingerprints with pieces of snow and slush were left on the glass.
I flew back into the night, somewhat dismayed that I was not as "omnipotent" in an LD as I thought. I wondered with trepidation if this was going to be the norm: not being able to pass through things anymore. I left the metropolis area and flew into a suburb. There I descended into a neighborhood I recognized from my childhood in Hollywood, Florida. It was late at night and all was quiet. The streetlights shone in the darkness and all the houses were dark. I approached the homes from the back, descending over the backyards, flying lower and lower. I targeted a house and wondered if I'd be able to penetrate the wall. To my relief, I entered through the back wall and stood in the dark kitchen. The occupants were presumably sleeping in their bedrooms. I thought to myself, "They have just been invaded by an astral ghost!" I looked around the silent house, exploring the kitchen and saw there were boxes everywhere and miscellaneous stuff stacked up on tables, as though they were moving or had just moved. I decided to make my way to the bedroom to see who lived here. But before I could, all the boxes on the tables began to blur and shake and move up and down, as though in an earthquake. I heard, "Daddy" and now noticed the bed my physical body was on was moving. Still in the dream house, I realized my seven year-old son had just jumped on the bed to wake me up so I can make him breakfast. Damn, I thought. I returned to my physical body and my conscious mind resumed full control of the wheel. I sat up and hugged and kissed my boy.
Updated 01-11-2017 at 05:03 PM by 92342
I am at my mother's beach condo in Boca Raton, Florida. I just bought a new classical guitar and I'm very excited about playing it. It is in a plush, hardwood case and it gives off a wonderful smell. But for some reason, I am playing my old, crappy guitar. I can't stop playing it. I want to play the new one, but all I can do is look at it, smell it. I am playing The Animals' "House of the Rising Sun" on my old guitar, over and over again. I say the chords out loud as I finger them: "A minor", "F major", "C major" etc. Someone is in the room with me as I play the song, and me saying the chords aloud lends itself to me giving this person a lesson. I suddenly will myself to remember I have a NEW GUITAR; why the hell am I still playing my old guitar? I am finally able to put it down and open the case for the new guitar. I look at it, smell it and reminisce all the old, wonderful memories of me playing it. I see all the dings and blemishes and scratches in the wood and remember how I got them.
It suddenly dawns on me I am looking again at my old guitar; I do not have a new guitar. It is my old guitar and I realize I love it. It smells great and even looks great with its dark walnut stock and craftsmanship -- even with all the dings and scratches. Dreamt 12/20/2016
I am with a friend in a place where there are lots of people coming and going, like at a mall. The person I am with is a young and heavy-set guy with glasses who works with me. He looks like Mark David Chapman, the guy who shot John Lennon. We see two young blonde girls walk by us, and I challenge him to go pick them up. As he does this, I go and look for some clothes to wear on the date. I can't decide on anything appropriate; I decide to wear a pair of overalls (wtf?). Then I have trouble styling my hair. Meanwhile, the girls are still waiting and I am getting anxious. When I finally get myself ready, I discover the girls are gone. I go outside and see the road the girls supposedly walked down. This road is foggy in my dream recall. My father then appears, with Suzie, his new wife. They pull up beside me in an SUV. The two of them offer to drive me to the girls. I get in their vehicle. As we travel down the road in the direction the girls went, we discover a British police investigator has died mysteriously in an outside stairwell of building. My father and Suzie stop the car by the crime scene and offer to help the other detectives solve the mystery. I am frustrated, as I know the girls are still waiting for me.
At this point, I look over to see two British girls being interviewed. They are saying to the camera that they were with the investigator when he met his doom in the stairwell. According to them, his death was accidental. I realize these were probably the girls we picked up in the mall, who got tired of waiting for me and left. It is not clear to me how or when they became involved in the investigator's death. In the dream I am not trying to pick up these girls, and I have seemingly forgotten of my pursuit of the original two blondes at the mall. A homicide detective suddenly approaches me, my father and Suzie and asks us to follow him. The detective's face is discolored (a missed dream sign).
We follow him through several rooms and across several stages and stairwells. We end up inside an empty theatre. The detective is moving quickly and I am trying to keep up. I lose sight of him as he disappears through a door on the other side of a stage. As I begin to run across the stage I suddenly hear, "No running, Paul" from the seats in front of me. It is the detective's voice, and he is now standing there with my parents. His admonishment of "stop running" really pissed me off in the dream: it debased me and made me feel like a child being disciplined. Dreamt 12/19/2016
Updated 01-14-2017 at 06:58 PM by 92342
It is a very cold day in Texas. I am at a park, hiking with a group of people. We run into my old pastor who is diving into a crystal-clear lake to retrieve a ball. When he comes out of the lake with the ball he tells us what we already know: the water is freezing. I then translocate to my office, where I'm being accused of doing cocaine by some woman who is interviewing me. I admit to doing other things in the office during the interrogation, but never coke. The woman keeps asking me different questions, but I am still waiting for the specific question about the coke. When it doesn't come, I storm out of the office. As I walk outside, I see two buildings separated by a walkway. A man bumps into me on the walkway and asks where a certain office is located in the plaza. He is late for an appointment, but I cannot help him for I myself am lost and confused (the outside of my office building looks nothing like this in WL). And all I can tell him is, "I don't know, sir. It's a crap shoot." I know I need to record this occurrence, but I can't seem to find my DJ (a missed dream sign). Fade out
I am now with my childhood neighbor, Meghan and her deceased brother, Rob. Rob is sitting on a sofa and petting a little dog who keeps pestering him. Rob's face is grotesquely disfigured with advanced stages of decomposition. I miss this obvious dream sign and translocate to another scenario where I am suddenly in an old truck -- a 1983 Ford or Chevy model. The truck belongs to Eric, my business partner. I am in an underground parking lot trying to back out of a space. I am blocked in and stuck (another missed dream sign). Up ahead, a black man is also trying to back out of a space but he is partially blocked in by a large motionless bus. He reaches out the window and pushes the bus. The bus topples over and a big fight ensues. People start climbing out of the bus and angry motorists start getting out of their cars. Some of them have knives, others have huge fork-like weapons. People yell and scream as they stab each other in the head and neck. I see massive amounts of blood spurting into the air and flowing on the ground as I sit and watch from inside my truck. Fade out
Now I am at Eric's house, and he is offended with me because I stormed out of the office earlier (see first fragment). He feels I've betrayed him. His mother is there, and she is grabbing me and trying to pull me close to her. I am trying to write something while she does this. She is not wearing panties and I can see and smell her hairy, unclean genitalia. I look at Eric and notice his hair is different; it is short and neat, as though he just walked out of a barbershop. His mother is still clutching me. I am wearing only a tee shirt and boxers (yet another missed dream sign) and I am embarrassed that his mother and I are acting like this. I turn to Eric and give him a sheepish look, as if to say, "I am sorry she is grabbing me like this. It's not my fault." He turns to his mother and barks, "Dee! Stop it!" (Dee is not her name in WL), and she immediately stops. He gives her a stern look and then turns back to me. He asks me what I'm doing, and I tell him I'm very busy writing something. I show him the notepad, but notice with alarm that it's just a blank page. Again, I sense embarrassment. Eric gets distracted, and suddenly his mother is back on me again, this time with her genitalia cleanly shaven and freshly-scented. Eric's dad appears (her ex-husband) and he saves me from her by calling, "Dee!" He is wearing a neatly-pressed suit and tie. She goes to him, and I notice she is wearing jeans now. He puts her over his lap and begins spanking her. As he spanks her, I can't help but notice how well her jeans fit. I decide she is not as overweight as I once thought she was. Dreamt 12/19/2016
Updated 01-11-2017 at 05:16 PM by 92342
I am on a military base observing three fighter jets (ala Blue Angels) sail through the skies in perfect formation. The jets are white. One of the jets lands and the pilot comes out and introduces himself to me. His name is Paco, and he resembles an old US Army friend of mine, Ramon Ramos. Paco tells me he is a master pilot who has been flying a long time. I tell him that I loved watching him fly in formation. I ask him many other questions. One of them is, "How much do the jets cost?" He tells me he doesn't know. I tell him that I have ten million dollars and would like to buy one. I say that although I wouldn't know how to fly it, I think they are so beautiful and would love to have one. But Paco honestly doesn't know how much they cost. Paco is not originally from this area; I don't know where he is from. But he is of Hispanic origin. The other two pilots are just as masterful, but Paco is the only one I get to meet.
I am suddenly transported from standing on an airstrip at a military base to sitting on a couch next to a Jewish-looking woman. The woman resembles my stepsister, Aimee. She also reminds me of an old substitute teacher I have not seen in thirty-plus years, Ms. Taub. We have had an affair in the past, and her husband is in the room with us. He is a weak man -- short and balding. He seems to know he's been cuckolded, but doesn't care. He reminds me of an uncle I have in Florida. The Jewish-looking woman is writing something down in a notepad. Suddenly, I am in bed with her and I am taking her bra off. She has tiny breasts. Next to us is a man on a telephone. He knows both of us.
I decide not to have sex with her, but instead we start talking. As we talk, her face changes into that of my pastor's daughter from my old church in San Marcos. We start discussing dreams. It turns out she knows who Paco the Pilot is. Only she doesn't know him as a pilot; she knows him as an unemployed guitar teacher. She claims she was in my dream when I met him. I ask her how she was able to intercept my dream, and she says cryptically, "It is because we are two peas in a pod." Dreamt 12/18/2016
Updated 01-06-2017 at 05:14 PM by 92342
I am being driven around in a pink car by a woman I do not recognize from WL. She is an attractive MILF. There are hills around us, resembling the hills you see around Moreno Valley in southern California. There are distant houses nestled in the hills. I am cognizant of being married to my wife in the dream, but I work with this lady and this is the final time we will be together. We are headed to a party.
I feel uneasy, knowing my wife would not approve of me being alone in a car with this lady. In the dream, I imagine my wife pulling up beside us at a light in her minivan and looking over to see me with her (note: this didn't actually happen in the dream, it was visualized within the dream). I figure this would be extremely awkward, and I'd have some serious explaining to do! Or would I be able to slip down to hide on the floorboard before she saw me? These were the options I pondered within the visualization. After I snap back into the reality of the dream, I notice there is a child in the backseat of the car. And at that point I realize this woman does not respect me. Nor do I respect her. Most of all, I do not respect myself in this dream.
I begin to feel sad. There is lots of room to stretch my legs out in her car; it is very spacious for a convertible. As she drives me around, I grow more and more pensive. I experience a great withdrawal, and a sense of failure and doom. A betrayal of my marriage vows, even though the woman and I never touch. The most predominant emotion, however, is abject loneliness. I feel so utterly lonely in the dream. I think about my kids and how much I miss them. Dreamt 12/16/2016
Updated 01-06-2017 at 08:57 PM by 92342
I am in a room with my sister-in-law, perhaps in a hotel room or apartment. There is a new ceiling fan installed over the bed. She bought the fan and had it installed. She is laying on the bed looking at the fan. As I walk over to the bed, she says to someone behind me, "Look at his neck." I turn around and see that my wife is also in the room with us. Surprised, I wonder what she meant by "looking at my neck". I suddenly look up to see the fan spinning exactly at my head level, threatening to decapitate me. A moment ago it seemed much higher. As I instinctively jump back, I see my sister-in-law is holding a remote control which moves the fan up and down. There is a pile of boxes at the foot of the bed stacked on top of each other. She lowers the fan blades into the pile of boxes. A chopping noise fills the room. Fade out.
I am now in bed with an unknown woman with blonde hair. She is giving me oral sex and I am smiling at how good it feels. There are people in the room watching us. The bed linens are glowing with a white phosphorescence. I do not orgasm and she disappears and I am left alone with the onlookers in the room who are commenting: "I'll bet he feels good now!" Shortly afterwards, I am joined in bed by my wife and daughter and mother. My daughter has short hair in the dream (she has long hair in WL) and her skin resembles a sickly paste color (she has a natural tan in WL). My wife and mother both say, "Isn't she pretty?" But I remark with horror, "Her hair is short; she looks like a cow."
My daughter's face then begins to elongate into a freak show. As I reach out to manipulate her disfigured lips I say, "Moooo-mooooo," to mimic cow sounds. Her face morphs into something hideous before my eyes (It wasn't until several days later in WL that I realized her face had morphed into the image of her speech instructor's -- an abstraction of the features of an ugly 65 year old woman on the body of a 5 year old girl). I think with horror, "She really does look like a sick cow!" I sit staring at her face, marveling at what happened to all her beautiful, innocent features. I say to myself, "She used to have all my best features, but now she is so ugly and disfigured." I feel ashamed to be her father.
When I look at her again, her hair is suddenly much longer in certain areas. In the dream, this seemed odd to me. As I continue to look at her hair length, I hear footsteps approaching. Embarrassed by her appearance, and not wanting anyone to see her like this, I take comfort in that her hair is growing quickly. I reckon that longer hair is generally more attractive on girls than short hair. As the footsteps grow louder, I frantically reach out and toss her bangs to and fro, trying to make her prettier. Dreamt 12/16/2016
Updated 01-06-2017 at 09:01 PM by 92342
I am seated in a chair with a group of unknowns at a social gathering. It is a class for aspiring actors and actresses. In the dream, I am already a successful actor. I do not talk or teach in the dream. I am simply there as an example of how a professional actor should be in his appearance. Sitting in front of the class I feel confident, smart and handsome. My body and face are symmetrically proportionate according to the ideals of conventional beauty and therefore perfectly suitable for the thespian craft. I am famous. I can sense the admiration and respect of the students for me in the room.
Across from me sits a woman who continues to stare at me. She has short hair, and I take notice of her voluptuous curves and the outline of her hips and the way her tight jeans hug her frame. I scan her body with sexual approval as she sits and looks at me. While I am scanning her lower body, the color -- or lighting -- of the room suddenly changes and everything goes chromatically negative, like in a photograph. It happens in an instant. At that moment, I awaken in bed and try to fixate my recall of the dream. I soon fall back asleep, without journalizing it. This is all I can recall when I DJ it in the morning. Dreamt 12/15/2016
Updated 01-06-2017 at 08:55 PM by 92342
I am with my wife, son and daughter. We are trying to decide where to go on vacation. My wife says, "We'll just turn right at Alvarado" (Alvarado is a small town in Texas where the junction of I35W and 67 is located). The weather outside is bright and sunny. The dream suddenly fades and transitions to us all being at a train depot. We are now deciding which train to take. A train pulls up and opens it doors. As we are still deciding, my son enters into the train. Before I can get him out, the doors close and the train departs. In the dream I do not feel a sense of panic (I would totally freak out were this to happen in WL). As I am pondering my son no longer being with us, my wife pushes a button on the wall which causes all the trains in the system to stop and reverse.
As the train comes back to our station, and although I am still on the platform, my dream eyes are suddenly teleported into the cabin to look at all the passengers' surprise. I can also see all the monitors in the operating office at the depot showing the trains reversing. I see the operation technicians getting up from their chairs, alarmed that someone has interfered with the system. They are wearing sunglasses and uniforms. As I continue to watch them, it begins to dawn on me that they are actually terrorists -- and they are not inside depot offices but inside the actual train my son is in! As they start to hijack the train, I hear shouts and gunfire. The shouts are in a foreign language. I hear a word resembling the sound of "skinjib" and, for some reason, come to the determination they speaking Albanian. Dreamt 12/14/2016
Updated 01-06-2017 at 08:56 PM by 92342
I am driving with my son along a city street. Out on the horizon, looming majestically beyond the skyline are Jupiter and Saturn, side by side. Their spheres are massive and the whole sky is filled with their radiance. They exude a golden sparkle. Pink Floyd's "Astronomy Domine" begins playing. We stop the car to look at them through a telescope. I adjust the telescope's focus to get them as clear as I can and then I stand aside to let my son take a look. These displays of cosmic luminaries in our stratosphere are a common dream sign, especially when they occur over water. Fade out.
I am in another city now (Dallas), but my son is no longer with me. I am wandering the streets and attempting to have various homosexual encounters with strangers. Before the encounters can begin, however, a biker always appears. He is off his motorcycle and just following me around. He has a big beard and looks homeless. I yell at him to go away. As he reluctantly departs he gives me a sad look. When I try to have another homosexual encounter, the same thing happens: the biker appears before anything can be initiated. The second time he leaves, I decide to follow him.
I follow him to his bike, which has a ladder fastened to it. I discover that he and his wife are roofers from Austin and they travelled up to Dallas with their ladder to work a hailstorm. I follow him back to a house where I see a boy with no shirt. I try to sew him a shirt, but he won't stand still long enough for me to complete it. And so I chase him. He has a toy gun and a bow without an arrow. He aims his arrowless bow at me and laughs. At that moment, a woman comes out of the house and tells me to "just grab the little sonofabitch, 'cause that's what he is".
Back inside the house they are putting hundreds of Lincoln Logs together. The house has a peculiar smell, like new plastic toys and fresh cedar. We sit at a table and discuss what we're going to make the kids for dinner. I feel good being with this family. I suddenly remember my attempts to have a homosexual encounter, and how I spoke rudely to the biker, and I feel shameful. I now consider them my friends, and want to be accepted by them. Dreamt 12/13/2016
Updated 12-31-2016 at 03:18 AM by 92342
I am in a building that resembles a doctor's office. I recognize a woman in it; she reminds me of an an old neighbor I once had. In the dream my construction company replaced her roof, or was preparing to replace it. While looking at her, my cell phone butt-dials a lady named Audrey. Audrey does not know me. I tell her that we had discussed my company possibly replacing her roof from all the recent storm damage. I go through my sales presentation with her (this is an actual sales presentation I had been working on in real life), and eventually gain her confidence and close the deal over the phone.
Now that the deal was closed, we begin discussing personal information. We exchange ages (in the dream I am 52 and she is 67). It suddenly dawns on me that I know this woman personally...and intimately. She then materializes before me and I recognize her face from another dream where we had had sex. I pick her up in my arms and carry her over to a table. When I put her down she is naked and stiff, like a corpse. Dreamt 12/11/2016
Updated 12-24-2016 at 06:50 PM by 92342