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    You came back

    by , 08-27-2016 at 11:46 AM (286 Views)
    Night of 8/26

    Fragments. I am at a gymnasium. A large area. We are in groups. There is a man there that gave me his coat but then he tells me I stole his watch. That he wants to be on another team.

    I leave for awhile and come back and they're dropping a plastic sheet over us. the entire gym. I'm walking in and I am crawling through it. But then as I try to get back there is an opening and a helicopter and I'm having to jump to get there. Grab on to a strap and hang until we get close and drop. The pilot says it's gonna be a wet drop and for the ladies to watch their hats.

    We land and it's like a mall. I am at a big hotel conference. It's Yosemite? Because the Awahnee is there. But it's been rebuilt. From a fire. And I am arguing with someone over it being a rebuild. I go to get back to my room-- and then I see Gus. I think it's him. Talking. But I know he should be dead. And i am standing there and sad but he's showing a couple how to fry bacon and how he's perfected the skill. And there is a man there--he is someone special to me? We are friends. And he is in uniform. And he takes off his over shirt to cover me because I'm cold. And I thank him. And then as we go he tells me he needs to put it back on.

    And then a while has passed and we are at another event and the manager or assistant or whoever he is to Gus tells us that he isn't set up for the show, that something happened. So I grab my friends hand and we run.

    And we are running trying to find Gus. We've moved through time. I've been here before. The day he died. And we are running down these big halls and buildings and I keep saying "not here-- it's up ahead". And then I say "I hope he's there. Last time they weren't there." Like I'd been able to be at the death site before but the body was gone.

    And then we get nearby and I see him. Or maybe his ghost. Our front. And he is sitting in an open tomb and he is muttering to himself. That he doesn't know what's going on. He's incoherent. And I just start to sob and i don't understand. And then my friend-- the uniform friend-- and then he says "look--- 'you will know it's me by the cracks in march'" and he's pointing to the sidewalk or to a structure I can't remember and there are cracks of age and I start to cry harder and I say "he's still here---- he's still here" and I reach out to his ghost and stroke it and say "you came back."

    -- woke up crying
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