Thread: Tales From the Butler's Pantry

That was a really creepy dream. I'm trying to remember if I've ever had something like that happen. I don't think so.

Just one time when I got creeped out when my reflection was not moving the same way that I was.

Originally Posted by Robot_Butler

It sounds silly, but I'm terrified and distrustful of bathroom mirrors. When I was a kid, I would always be afraid when I was alone in the bathroom. I would be afraid there was someone hiding behind me who didn't cast a reflection. Something about the whirring exhaust fan and the hum of fluorescent lights would make me feel a presence. I would constantly check behind me to make sure no one was there. I still catch myself doing it when I am up in the middle of the night for a WBTB.

Ah. No, it's not silly. What I have done is meditate in the darkness in front of my bedroom mirror. It was a very intense experience. I got over my fear of mirrors. I highly suggest it.

Don't feel silly RB, I used to have the same fear as a kid. And when I had a few of my first OBEs, I would get spooked by mirrors. A friend of mine who is big on feng shui told me that mirrors should never face your bed because it can frighten your spirit when it leaves your body.

Originally Posted by Naiya

A friend of mine who is big on feng shui told me that mirrors should never face your bed because it can frighten your spirit when it leaves your body.

Does that mean ceiling mirrors are out of the question?

Robot butler, post some more. Please, i've read most and they're great. BTW you need to pitch some of these to movie producers.

Too bad I lost the flashlight I normally keep next to my bed, and use to write down dreams. I had an incredible dream last night about a Dream Views meetup. We all met together in a room that reminded me of a high school gym. Someone was asking me whether Stephen Laberge was black, testing to see if I knew who he was. One girl in the group seemed very familiar. She was someone I knew on the forums. Thinking back on it, I believe she was from my old high school, although we were never friends. She was very interested in me, so we made out even though I was not attracted to her at all. At some point, I became lucid and started floating around the room in the lotus position. I can't remember, but I know I did quite a bit more, once lucid.

Cool, man. Good to see you posting again. I got the idea to meditate in dreams from you!

I'm in film class, waiting my turn to give my presentation on a quirky indie movie. The film was about a crazy young woman losing her mind. At one point, she cuts the gas line to the water heater, climbs in the bathtub, and lights a match. The entire house blows up, but she is kept safe in the tub. I'm confident I won't have to present until tomorrow. There are too many people before me. This is good, because I'm not at all prepared.

The girl presenting before me does an interpretive dance. She is wearing a one piece outfit, like a bathing suit. It is cut narrow across the chest, exposing her arms, shoulder, and entire breasts on each side. Her dance turns into a stripper's routine towards the end, and she gives me a lap dance. I look at my girlfriend sitting next to me, and can tell she is jealous. It is not even a good lap dance. Her nipples are huge, and really rubbery. She keeps rubbing them in my face in an uncomfortable way.

When she is finished, the teacher calls me to present. I'm not prepared, at all. In fact, I've forgotten the entire plot of the movie. I can't even fake it. In a moment of semi-lucidity, I realize this is a typical dream situation. I run out of the classroom, and jump into the air to fly away. Once outside, I find myself in my old childhood neighborhood. I fly over the redwood suburban fences toward a vacant house on the corner. It is an amazing house. The previous owners must have remodeled it. It looks like an old Greene and Greene house was disassembled and combined with something super modern. I let myself in.

Apparently, the house is not abandoned. The owners are just moving out. They are a nice young couple I recognize from my current neighborhood. I play with their dogs, and learn that one is a pug mix, like my own. I didn't know they grew so big. This one is the size of a large German Shepherd. I help them finish packing. The woman whispers for me to come back later that night for some super secret sex. I retire to the guest suite, waiting for our midnight rendezvous.

As I explore the suite, I see a strange relief carving on the wall. It looks like an animalistic creature with protruding eyes. I press the eye buttons, and hear a mechanical click. The wall slowly slides open to reveal a secret room. The room is the nefarious lair of the woman's husband. He is a werewolf. Just like me! The woman must have noticed that I, too am a werewolf. She must want my help. Deciding to confront the woman, I leave the guest suite. As I make my way down the dark hallway, I feel one of the dogs brush up against me. I reach down in the darkness to pet it, and grab a handful of long, matted fur with thick muscles beneath. My hand comes away, wet with sticky, warm blood. Something is wrong. This is not a dog. It's a wolf.

Nice dream! Lol at the lap dance. Good job recognizing the situation and going for a bit of flying. That is always a good feeling when you can just take off like that. I like the secret room and the werewolves. Cool stuff.