Xanous' Dream Journal

#339 - DILD - 6:53AM

This was another one of those LDs where I somehow believe a false reality. I guess lucidity was low here.

I am playing a side scrolling video game where I am playing as The Roadrunner in a sonic game. Then, it morphs into Mario. Grey stone blocks fall down and I have to hit them to get a bunch of strange power ups. I get several 1UPs and "health" until one turns him into a fish and another turns him into a majestic Owl on a floating throne surrounded my magical light.

I have a false awakening and find out that my younger daughter had the same dream with just a few variations. This my not be a shared dream but this is something I want to document. I begin writing her dream and mine on some xeroxed flyer with a black sharpie. The writing looks rough but at least I got it down. I take the paper to put it up someplace leaving the kids behind.

I come to hallway in the apartment. I think of this as my parents place. I haven't seen this part of the apartment before. I thought I saw my dad in go in here and now I wish to speak to him. I wonder down to the end and enter a small room with a dining table in it. The walls are painted a dark brown and the small light bulb in the center of the ceiling isn't doing much for it. I call out for my dad but he's not here. It seem really quite and secluded in this room save for the window unit. I think that I should try doing the podcast in here rather than the basement. It's becoming increasing difficult to see and I decide we should repaint.

I step into the hallway again thinking how dream like that room was. This triggers lucidity. I have a moment of slight instability but it clears up.Curious, I step back in there and find the walls are now white. The room is bright and I can see well. My dad is there. Thinking that this place really exists, I say, "See dad. This is what a couple coats of paint could do for the place, especially if you plan to sell it. Wait can that happen? Yeah sure. Why not?
My mom appears, "Why stop there?"
I reply, "Yeah. Why not. I could repaint the hallway too. It's just that dark brown is so bad that is just suck your soul." I wonder if there is irony here say this in a dream as I walk out.

I make my way into a living room with an open kitchen. Everything looks super nice and new. See this place could be awesome if we just fix it up. I see a patio door that leads to a back deck. There is a stone tile path beyond. Yeah I like that. We'll buy some stone title later. Suddenly, I see many different types of stone all over the yard on palettes. My parents are staining there engaged in conversation. I ignore this as dream glitch and walk around some.

I am holding a board. I drop it in confusion. I tiredly ask my mom, "Mom am I awake or am I dreaming?"
She smiles, "Of course you're awake."
I am laying in the grass now feeling really tired. I can't move like sleep paralysis. I lazily say, "Oh. Can you just touch my face?" I hope that a touch will break this spell I'm under but she never does it or says anything. I realize what the feeling of SP really means."No. I'm not awake am I. No I'm not." I wake up.