Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I felt myself moving into a dream. I wanted to sit up, but not until I knew for sure I was dreaming.

Everything was then very dark around me, like it was the dead of night. I saw a window in my room where it wasn't supposed to be. I kept saying in my head
"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming."
I sat up, feeling no resistance, but then, I suddenly snapped back down like a rubber band.
Bummer.

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I was in high school band again. I had my bass clarinet out, and I was playing it, just messing around a little. I was standing, then I was sitting in the band at some point. A girl I used to know, Cathy I think, was playing a tenor sax. She was just beginning to learn how to play it. I looked over at her. The tenor sax looked HUGE. I mean, those things are already pretty damn big, but this one was as wide as a tenor and as long as my bass clarinet.

I looked at my reed. I realized that this was the first time I had gotten my bass clarinet out since high school, and that I should have checked it out before just putting it together and playing it. Who knows what kinda gross shit was in there? I started to take it apart in the band room while talking to someone.

At some point, I talked to my old band teacher as well.

Dream skip.

I was about to see Chris again, for the first time in almost a year. Lots of things had changed; he was dating someone else and we hadn't really talked since January. I was really excited to see him.

Then, Chris was there. We were hanging out in an off-white room, I don't know where we were. I know everything was very clear and bright, like it was in the middle of the day. We were laughing and catching up, having a great time. I wanted so badly to tell him how much I had missed him, how much I wanted to spend more time with him. I wanted him to leave his girlfriend and come back to me, but I never said that. I couldn't bring myself to. Regardless, we did some hugging. It was nice.

Chris and I were then on a train. It was a strange train, as it ran on a single track that was raised up above the land, like a monorail. Below the tracks was green grass; we were in the country. The conductor wasn't there, so Chris had to drive the train. I was in there with him. The car was empty and colored grey steel. The only thing it had was a small steering wheel that looked like the steering wheel to a pirate ship, only smaller. I watched out the window as Chris drove the train. We took a curve and had a really close call; the train almost fell of the tracks, but Chris adjusted enough to fix it.

Then, I looked ahead on the tracks. There was a sharp curve coming up, and the track looked corroded. Chris did the best he could, but the train fell on its side and almost all the way off of the track. The right wall of the train fell out, and so did Chris. I rushed over as he was falling and grabbed his hand, saving him from falling to the ground some distance below. I had a rush of adrenaline as I did this, and felt the need to say something that had been bottling up the whole time we had been hanging out; the whole time we hadn't spoken or seen one another.
"I love you," I said.
He did not respond. What was I expecting?

I pulled him back up into the remnants of the train.

We were then suddenly on the ground below the rail. The ground was no longer grass, but a hard, greyish flooring was below our feet. An official-looking woman approached us. She had her blonde hair pulled back tight, and was wearing a suit.
"So far, 8 people were killed," she said, referring to the accident.
I stepped in and defended Chris, telling her that it wasn't his fault and the track had been corroded.

Then, we were back in that room we were in originally. In a way, it now reminded me of a kitchen. Chris got on the phone, a land line, and was talking to someone about how he would be in San Fransisco in a month. I then remembered that he was moving to Chile in a month (he is in waking life). I started to feel defeated. I couldn't believe I had forgotten that.