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    1. 06/23/2015 - guardian of the soccer court

      by , 06-23-2015 at 11:43 AM
      Yesterday, NO freaking recall. Today, I had a bunch. I think I have a better recall if I wake up in the middle of the night and then go back to bed. Anyone here has that?

      06/23/2015 - GUARDIAN OF THE SOCCER COURT

      I’m in the gated community I grew up in. I walk out of my house. I’m barefoot. I walk towards the indoor football court we had in the community area. There’s a bunch of kids hanging out. Apparently I’m younger there. I see VICKY, a girl who lives across the hall from me now (she didn’t live in the gated community), she’s hanging out with the other youngsters.
      I want to play soccer, but there are a bunch of little kids currently playing on the court. I can see that one of them is currently one of my students and I recognize him as a student, which doesn’t make sense since in the dream I was still a teenager, but whatever weird brain.

      I talk to the kids and I try to convince them to leave the court, but they’re not really feeling like it. I tell them they could play outside the court, but they don’t want to leave, specially because the court is the most well lit part of the communuty area and they’re all afraid of the dark. One of them cries.

      Then, the community area is empty. I don’t know if it was a transition or if I just don’t remember what happened. I’m inside the court and CHRIS PRATT is sitting on the benches in front of the court. Apparently I know him in my dream. “Who would have thought you’d be the biggest fucking star in the world?” I say to him. He kinds of shrugs. He’s even humble in my dream, I love that guy.

      We talk a bit about his career and favorite roles. He mentions a movie he did called “Hard” (which doesn’t exist) and I’ve seen it and I say: “Yeah, with the huge samoan dude, what’s his name?!” (apparently my SC mind is slightly racist. THE HECK, SC MIND?!) Then I remember The Rock’s name.

      We also talk about the best sequels ever. I remember that I had the same discussion with a couple of friends, and then I sort of flashback for a second, me leaving school with ALEX (who I didn’t know when I was in High School) and a GIRL and we’re talking about movies. And then I imply that “Boogies Nights” and “Magnolia” count as sequels because they’re in the same shared universe (they’re not).

      PARTIN’ WITH THE ACTOR

      This one I just remember a little bit about. There was more to it. So there’s this WOMAN, she’s at home. (Her home being my appartment, or at least her kitchen looked A LOT like mine). So she’s at home, with this actor dude.

      I think she’s doing the dishes. The actor is trying to convince her to do drugs. I think they just wrapped a film or something like that, and he always gets high when he wraps a film. She ends up agreeing. They’re SUPER high. Her MOM is there too, so she’s trying to pretend she’s not. It’s her adoptive mother, apparently.

      So the younger woman chats with the ACTOR. She tells him about her brother and how he was a wreck after the death of their bio-mother. So, the actor tells her about his psycho of a brother, that used to torture him when they were kids.

      The older brother loved to steal their mother’s panties and hide it in the actor’s room. Kinky.


      COPS ‘N EXES

      I’m in my apartment. One of my exes, JULIANA, is here and she’s looking beautiful. I don’t remember exactly what happened. Something missing maybe? But I call the cops. She’s annoyed by that.

      We talk about her love life. She’s living in Paris and her current boyfriend lives in Germany.They can only see each other on weekends. She’s not that into him, and I can see that she still has feelings for me.

      At first I try to not think about it, but I can feel that I also have feelings for her. We flirt. A lot. I sit next to her on the couch. Then I decide to call the cops and tell them it was a mistake. (And now I kind of want to call Juliana Stupid dream)