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    1. Albanian Train Depot Hijacking

      by , 12-31-2016 at 05:27 PM
      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

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    2. City Escapades

      by , 12-24-2016 at 09:29 PM
      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

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. A Roof for Audrey

      by , 12-24-2016 at 06:43 PM
      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

      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. Toyota Tantrum

      by , 12-24-2016 at 06:15 PM
      I am at a Toyota dealership with my wife and our niece. We are looking to see what it would cost to fix the back of the driver's seat where my son had scuffed it up with his shoes. The salesman quoted me an outrageous price. It made me very angry. I was scowling as I sat there listening to him, and I noticed Ashley (my niece) was scowling too. The salesman noticed how upset I was and made mention of it. He said, "You don't need to scowl, sir." This admonishment pissed me off even more. I stood up from the table, furious. I told him I had enough money to buy the entire dealership if I wanted, and that I made more money last month than he probably did for the past five years in total sales commissions. Fade out.

      I am now in another room at the dealership speaking with a lady who handles their HR stuff. She is on the phone with the general manager. She hands me the phone and says the GM would like to speak with me. I take the receiver. The GM says he is willing to give me a "great deal" on the Prius. He then asks me if my vehicle had any hail damage. After we hang up, the HR lady tells me the GM is just like me -- a racist who doesn't like people. Dreamt 12/10/2016

      Updated 01-17-2017 at 01:18 PM by 92342

      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. False Awakening: Dream Journal Search

      by , 12-24-2016 at 04:56 PM
      My bedroom is filled with bright light. I am looking for my dream journal and pen. I am rummaging through the nightstand drawer beside my bed but can't locate them. My wife is asleep beside me and I'm trying not wake her. A clock on the nightstand says "32" in red digits. A classic dream sign, but I don't catch it. I get out of bed and flip a switch on the wall. It turns on the TV. I thought this was odd, but it still wasn't enough to register lucidity. The large window by the French doors leading to the bathroom is wide open, with bright light radiating into the bedroom. White curtains hang tied up and motionless on the inside. I notice the light on the outside goes off when I turn the lights off in the room. I'm still looking for my DJ; I need to jot down a dream within a dream.

      At this point I sense Marissa stirring in bed. I am laying beside her again. All the commotion with me getting up and turning on the TV and rummaging through the drawer has disturbed her. She is waking up now. As she sits up bed, I too awaken. I am in my bed, the room is dark and familiar, and my wife is sleeping soundly beside me. I do several reality checks to confirm I am no longer dreaming. Dreamt 12/7/2016

      Updated 01-06-2017 at 10:44 PM by 92342

      Categories
      false awakening
    6. Don Wilson and the Waterslide Blues

      by , 12-22-2016 at 10:29 PM
      I'm carrying a big piece of wood. I carry it like a plank balanced on my shoulder, and I'm walking along a quiet country road. Up ahead of me is a friend who died in a car wreck earlier this year, Don Wilson. He is carrying what looks like a piece of a waterslide, the plastic chute part. He is about 100 feet ahead of me, walking along the left shoulder of the road. I am following him. We are heading to some amusement park to install the waterslide. There are tall, dense pine trees on either side of the road. Don suddenly makes a sharp right turn, crosses the road, and disappears into the woods. I try to follow him, but he is gone and now I am lost. I don't know how to get to the park, and I am carrying something he needs, another part of the waterslide.

      I see a clearing in the woods up ahead where I saw him disappear. I discover it is an entrance to a hidden subdivision of lakeside homes. There are docks where boats are tied up, but Don is not there. The subdivision is familiar; I've seen this place before in another dream. I enter a house and speak to a black lady who seems very annoyed at my presence. I ask her if she's seen my friend. She has not. I am still carrying the long plank on my shoulder. It feels very awkward. As I turn to leave, I see an imposing white man standing behind me. His arms are crossed and he is frowning at me. He is wearing a blue t-shirt and his arms are very muscular. "Did you get what you needed?" he asks me with angry sarcasm. He looks eastern European. Both he and the black woman are very hostile; they want me to leave.

      I head back outside and see a rescue helicopter taking off from a far dock. Several paramedics in blue shirts remain on the docks as the chopper elevates and quickly departs. It is going on an emergency call. I decide to head over to the paramedics to see if they've seen my friend, but before I do, the muscular man I saw at the house suddenly joins them. I realize they are all brothers. There are about seven of them, all in blue shirts. I am worried they too will be hostile towards me if I approach them.

      As I contemplate what to do, an attractive woman with dark hair suddenly appears. She is the sister of the seven men. I recognize her from somewhere, and she knows me. When she sees me, she comes over and embraces me with happy surprise. We were lovers at one time. After her brothers see us hug, they stop being hostile towards me and I feel safe. I tell the woman I am looking for my friend, Don, who is carrying another part of the waterslide and he needs my part. She says something in Czech to her brothers and they immediately begin searching for Don. I say something to her in Russian, and she is impressed. As we search the docks for Don, I suddenly realize Don is dead in WL (though I fail to gain lucidity). Knowing we'll never find a dead man, I am now embarrassed to tell them we are searching for a person who no longer exists. It would make me look delusional in their eyes. So I say nothing in the dream and pretend to keep searching for him.

      The woman gets close to me and I am chewing gum. The wind blows some of her hair in my mouth and my gum sticks to it. As I pull the clumps of gum from her hair, I apologize but she doesn't seem to mind. Suddenly the paramedics' radio gets a message that thirteen kids had been killed in a waterslide accident at the local park. The authorities are now looking for me. I realize that was the reason for the rescue helicopter's departure. Dreamt 12/6/2016

      Updated 01-06-2017 at 11:08 PM by 92342

      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. Bass & Busted on the Beach

      by , 12-22-2016 at 08:14 PM
      I am a bass guitarist in a rock band. I am practicing with my bandmates for an upcoming concert. The concert is at a church. The piece I am rehearsing is a Jimi Hendrix-style riff. It starts by sliding high up on the 12th fret and then it comes down to the 3rd fret hitting the low E. The scene fades. I am now with my friend, Eric and we are on a beach, sitting on the sand and smoking cigars and looking out at the waves. The waves are growing more and more powerful. I back up and sit on a wall further back from the shore. I am now perched high up on the wall (maybe 50 feet), looking down at the tumultuous ocean. Being above an ocean with strong waves is a recurring dream sign. A huge wave suddenly crashes on the shore and reaches the bottom of the wall. I realize the wall I am sitting on is made of sand and the wave will cause it to collapse, so I decide to jump off on the other side to get further away.

      On the other side of the wall I meet a guy I've worked with for a year but have never seen face-to-face. His name is Brian, and he is standing next to a new black BMW he just purchased. He shakes my hand and asks me about my new Mercedes SK500 (in the dream I haven't purchased it yet). As we are talking, a female police officer shows up. She confronts us because we are smoking. She is wearing a motorcycle helmet and sunglasses. There is now a group of people with us and she makes us all sit down in rows of chairs before her like in a classroom. She then has us come up to her and be searched, one by one. As I await my turn I hide the small cigar I had been smoking in the sand. I am confident that she is looking only for cigarette smokers, not cigar smokers. But in the dream I hide my cigar just in case. As I do so, a crumpled up half-pack of Camel cigarettes suddenly appears in my hand and I begin to panic. The cop at that moment looks over at where I am sitting. I discreetly try to hide the pack of cigarettes in my sock. I awaken right before she calls me to come forward. Dreamt 12/6/2016

      Updated 12-23-2016 at 07:19 AM by 92342

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. Boston Halloween Party

      by , 12-22-2016 at 07:16 PM
      I emerge from the underground transit system into a night world. I am with my wife. We are in Boston. I know this because I can see the familiar skyline in the distance, but it is not in the direction I am used to seeing it. We walk along a sidewalk and see an empty sports stadium. Although the stadium is closed and dark, I can see people inside, on the playing field, posing and taking pictures. Some of the people are standing atop each other and forming a human pyramid for the picture. They look like moving shadows from where I am standing. The scene fades to a bubbling countryside brook flowing over rocks near a cottage. In the dream, I find myself wondering if the water is fresh or salty, since the brook seems to be flowing away from the ocean rather than towards it. The scene fades.

      I am now in a country store, crowded with people trying to get near to the counter. A young girl works there, and her job is to separate the people by putting a wooden door between them and the different sections. She puts one behind me, but it breaks when I turn around. I seem to recall peanuts being sold in the store. The scene fades.

      I am now at another location. I've awoken on a leather sofa to see my brother-in-law wearing an odd "Irish" hat in the shape of a green lizard. I don't know why I identify "Irish" with the hat in the dream. My in-laws are there celebrating a birthday party outside on the front porch. I open the front door and see all the party supplies and table set up in a Halloween theme; all the colors are black and orange. Ashley (one of my nieces), is in the kitchen. She is doing the dishes. Yvonne (one of my wife's sisters) comes in from the outside and goes upstairs with a small kid following her. I don't know who the child is. I return to the sofa, by myself. I do not want to join any of them. Dreamt 12/5/2016

      Updated 12-23-2016 at 07:16 AM by 92342

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    9. Purple Flirt

      by , 12-22-2016 at 06:19 PM
      I am in a social gathering, a bar or something, celebrating. Saw Joe Quintanilla (a friend of mine from church years ago), but his face was purple and splotchy, as though he were decomposed. He was sitting in a corner scratching his arm. It looked like had a skin disease. His arm had the same black and purple splotches as his face. The purple, splotchy face is a dream sign. In the same gathering was an attractive blonde woman -- she was the sister of someone there. She was the center of attention in the room and she flirted with me. It seemed like we were at a convention of some sort.

      The scene fades out and now I find myself in an old, familiar neighborhood, among the homes I grew up near Longfellow Circle in Hollywood, Florida. This childhood neighborhood is a recurring location in my dreams. I am inside one of the houses, and the blonde from the convention is with me. We exit the house together and step through the rain puddles between the homes and back alleyways. We are holding hands. The only thing I can recall after this is being alone in a school which is closed and empty. I am wandering the looming hallways, with a sense of unrest. Feeling uneasy in a school is also a recurring dream sign. Dreamt 12/5/2016

      Updated 12-22-2016 at 07:19 PM by 92342

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment