Originally Posted by
Sageous
Here's another one from this morning that I felt worth sharing:
At first I was in a fairly nebulous place, among a crowd of people (all wearing clothes in pastel hues), and I was in my usual semi-lucid condition (aware this was a dream, but remembering nothing and lacking any substantial self-awareness). I intercepted a rumor being loudly whispered from person to person that someone (who everyone but me knew well) was pregnant by a "waiter."
I quickly found myself seated in the restaurant where the waiter worked. I knew this, even though the place was patently unfamiliar to me, and all its patrons (still in pastels -- I have literally never thought much of those pale shades in waking life, BTW) were total strangers... well almost all of them: I recognized two couples being seated nearby, as DC's from a recent dream. The couples were each having affairs with each other (meaning that husband A was with wife B, and Husband B was with wife A), and they brought their infant children with them -- one set each of boy/girl fraternal twins (I could tell by the blue and pink pastels they wore)... I had no idea who really belonged to whom, but did smile at the puzzle. Also, I noticed then that everybody in the restaurant had brought a child, except for me (which was okay, and sort of made sense, I thought at the time, because it wasn't my dream).
Needless to say, this sort of crowded room made for quite a chaotic din of happy diners. I was beginning to enjoy the moment, more as amused observer than participant. After a moment I started tapping the beat of the Creedence song, "Down on the Corner" on my clean plates. I did this for no particular reason, perhaps because that song was used in a television commercial that I had seen repeatedly the night before, in waking life.
Soon others were tapping as well. Very shortly, everyone in the restaurant was tapping, then pounding, their plates; even the kids. In another moment, everyone in the room was singing "Down on the Corner" in excellent time and harmony. I was even delighted to hear a steel drum being played in the background. It seemed a moment of spontaneous joy, felt by everyone in the room ... very refreshing, even if an alien like me might have started it.
When the singing finally ended, a "wedding singer," who had appeared on a small stage off to one side, promised the owner that, if they could do all that once more, he would be sure to include it in his show. Everyone cheered; I just shook my head.
Suddenly the room was empty, and its scenery had shifted to a the (non-pastel) dining room of a restaurant with which I am very familiar. From their I drifted into more familiar dreams, which I don't really remember.