SilverWolf's Sleep Sessions

I thought my hamster dream was odd...this dream is about the craziest one I've ever had (in memory, anyway). Some might argue flying fish and alligator-jawed hamsters are weirder, but the subject matter...it was incredibly vivid and incredibly odd. Note that I was NOT lucid, although my dream was about lucidity. In my dream I was a Jamaican man lucid dreaming I was an old Asian man (I'm neither of these IRL, I am Caucasian). It wasn't revealed I was really a Jamaican man until the end of my dream though. Also, lucidity in my dream was a bit different than it is IRL. In my dream, when people were dreaming, every dream character was another person, and people interacted via dreams just like they do in real life. With that explained, here's the dream:

Asian-Jamaican??!! W T F

Monday, August 12, 8:00 am


In my dream I am dreaming about this man and woman. I am completely lucid in my dream within a dream, however I am not REALLY lucid (confusing I know. Put it this way, my dream character me knows he is dreaming but the real me has no idea I'm in a dream). Anyway, in my dream I'm an old Asian man who analyzes rocks--a geologist?? This woman comes to me, her name is Raine, and she wants me to analyze these really strange rocks she found. The are purplish white, almost looking like a cross between amethyst and diamonds. She has a friend with her, a tall black man with a wispy beard and ponytail. Raine has light brown hair. I vaguely remember Raine somehow communicating with me via telepathy in my dream-within-a-dream, asking where my office is. I tell her where I am, we make our way through the circular building that houses my office. Her friend meets with us, and I grab the odd rocks, telling Raine what they are (I have no idea what they were, I can't remember--I do know they were very special rocks though).

Either the dream fades away, or I just don't remember what happened next, but now I find myself in a hallway leading outside the building. I'm sitting with Raine's friend. We're not really talking, just sitting together, waiting for something I think--what we're waiting for, I don't really know. he sees a man outside, a dark Jamaican man, who looks very thuggish (headband with gang colors, that sort of thing). He walks outside, spends some time talking with the guy, and then comes back in and sits down. He's pale now, and obviously very afraid. I ask him what's wrong, but he refuses to tell me. I study him a minute, then the guy outside, and then say:

"He's a Rasta-man isn't he? How much do you owe him?" Raine's friend looks at me in awe.

"H...How do you know that, man??" he asks me. For some reason his question angers me, even offends me.

"You have no idea who I am in real life, what I used to do!" I snap. Sighing, I stand up. "I'll take care of him," I tell Raine's friend. I walk outside to confront the guy outside.

"Who are you?" he asks me.

"friend of his," I say, jerking my thumb towards Raine's friend. He sizes me up for a second, and I just stare coolly at him. Then, without warning, I punch the guy in the face, busting his lip and sending him to the floor. He starts backwards-crawling on the pavement, and I reach into my coat and pull a pistol on him. He's really scared now, but I just glare at him, and fire the gun, purposefully missing just to the side--a warning shot.

"You'll leave him alone." I tell the man. "His debt is paid." The man nods, peeing himself in fear. He gets up and runs off. I put the gun back in my coat and walk back inside, where Raine's friend is staring at me in shock. I then reveal to him that while I look like an old Asian guy in this dream, I am really a jamaican myself, I used to be a Rasta just like that guy. I appear as an Asian in my lucid dreams because I don't want people to judge me and to know what I used to be. He thanks me for my help, and Raine approaches.

Raine tells me she's glad I helped her--she doesn't know about what I did for her friend, she's thanking me for the help with the rocks. She says she has to go now. I get really, really sad at this because the dream me has formed an attachment to her.

"I don't want you to leave," I tell her. She tells me she has to. "I'm a very lonely man outside this dreamworld. All I do is analyze rocks all day. Will we ever see eachother again?" Raine just shrugs, tells me "maybe" and then my alarm wakes me up.

The super odd thing about this dream, aside from being a dream within a dream, which in and of itself is really confusing and strange, is how emotional I was. I am almost never so hyper emotional in my dreams, but I was literally crying when Raine said she had to go. I don't know why either. Also, It is unusual for me to dream that I am a different person--in the case of this one, two different people; the Jamaican dreaming the lucid dream and the old Asian man that I appeared to be in the dream-within-a-dream. Strange, is it not?

~SilverWolf~