• Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views




    View RSS Feed

    rshort1202

    1. Monday, May 2

      by , Today at 12:21 AM
      Thereís something about me driving to a bar or something similar to meet Alex. The place is kind of far and it seems late, but I think itíll mean a lot to him because itís the last time Iíll get to do something with him. Thereís an image of the place in my mind - a bland exterior in what looks like a bland shopping center. Now, Iím with him and his mom in a house. Her hair is completely shaved on the sides and the top portion is pulled back in a tight ponytail. Sheís holding something and Alex says itís more than he brought to Maryland, implying that itís a weapon.
      Tags: bar, driving
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    2. Saturday, April 9

      by , Yesterday at 07:48 PM
      Iím outside somewhere with Zoe and either her son or Jessica from work. Her car is here, with the back full of Blu-rays and DVDs. We are sorting them into fruit trays. I get going and then realize I haven't been checking the condition on the last few. Some are still wrapped and the ones I did check were in good condition, so Iím not really worried about it. Now, we are in the back of the car with the door open as Zoe starts driving. She accelerates far too quickly for this situation. Still speeding, she glances in the rearview with an expression almost of joy to see if weíre still holding on (which we are).
      Tags: car, driving
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    3. Tuesday, November 9

      by , 05-04-2022 at 11:28 PM
      Iím with Jessica and Julia somewhere. A random man is bringing us to his house, I think for a party? Iím not sure how we found this man or vice versa, and I think there is a vague acceptance that this isnít the safest thing to do. I think he is driving us there and we approach the place. The house is massive, on a huge stretch of land. We look at each other in awe. Itís dark out and the house is lit from the front and the ground, making it even more impressive. It looks more like the White House than an average house. Palatial is the best way to describe it; there is even a toroidal water feature in the front with a massive planter in the center. There are marble steps and the landscaping is immaculate. It also feels like we are fairly far away from anything else. Inside now, the place is completely empty. I think the man has also disappeared. I start exploring. Every room is impossibly clean, like a model. The floor plan is open, yet complex. It seems corners serve to divide space more than do walls. There are multiple floors and I keep ascending. There is one room with a tan couch against the wall and a small, old TV awkwardly in the corner. I imagine sitting on the couch and having to turn to see the TV. I notice that all of the TVs in this place are antiquated.
      Tags: driving, house
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    4. Monday, September 27

      by , 04-16-2022 at 07:57 PM
      I am walking outside somewhere with Melissa. The area is a large gully and for some reason I think itís between Reno and Carson. Weíve been on the upper edge of it, but I ask if she wants to walk along the bottom of it. There is a very faint trail down, though it almost looks too steep. I then change my mind, not remembering if itís too overgrown at the end for us to get out. There is something about picking up Alex around 1. I think that should work fine; Melissa then mentions casually that itís 1am, which changes things. Now, Iím driving in what looks like the same area (the highway through Washoe Valley?) and end up turning around. I also end up at Momís (I try not to care about turning around because I think Iíll be making another trip or so) and packing some things from my mostly full room, though I thought I had everything I needed.
      Tags: driving, walking
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    5. Saturday, September 11

      by , 04-16-2022 at 07:32 PM
      I am driving somewhere and can currently see the GSR from the car, maybe a mile or two away. I notice that it is extremely tilted to one side (probably between 45į and 65į). Whoever Iím in the car with also notices and makes a comment. Now, almost impossibly slow, the building begins to fall in the direction itís leaning. I hurry to take my phone out, but itís already fallen before I can get a video. The building doesnít appear to crumble but simply to fall over. Now, I almost think I was in the car with Melissa and her mom, but I am seeing them under the very top edge of the building. Somehow it fell on top of them leaving enough space to do no harm.



      (fragment) Melissa is driving me and her mom somewhere. She is taking an extended turn really fast. This is fine until her turning lapses for a moment and she is unable to correct it. She veers off the road and we come to a fairly violent stop in the dirt and sagebrush. It is a very tense moment.
      Tags: driving
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    6. Monday, March 29

      by , 06-09-2021 at 09:52 PM
      I am walking up to a larger seeming store, apparently to return a bag of dog food. I notice that people entering and exiting through the foyer donít have masks on, so Iím thinking itís not something we have to worry about anymore. Still, I have a mask in my hand and/or pocket that Iím ready to put on. I canít do it before I enter because of my carrying this large bag. Just a few steps into the foyer, a masked employee tells me to put on a mask. Now, I am further into the large, busy store. Iím at what looks like a hardware or even food counter and around the side of it is a place to return the bag. I walk over and set it down in front of the 2-3 indifferent male employees. Again, I donít notice many masks. Now, I am leaving and Melissa is driving. We seem to be at the top of the hill. It is typical Nevada, yet there is something scenic about it. I think it may be that some greenery is starting to show. Melissa starts taking us the wrong way. I can see this on a map on my phone? There is a loop and had she gone the other direction weíd quickly be where we need to be, but sheís taken the long way that includes a few switchbacks. I think I mention this and it upsets her. I think this way ends up being very pretty. When we get back, I look at the map to see exactly where that was.
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    7. Saturday, July 11

      by , 07-27-2020 at 05:43 AM
      Iím in my car with Melissa, driving us somewhere. I think I need gas, so she tells me where to go. She tells me to go left through this roundabout and then to take a right, and I do so. I notice a car coming to the roundabout and think itís not going to yield to me because everyone assumes no one will take the second exit. Indeed it doesnít, speeding in front of me. Iím driving down a hill now. The area is very green, with many leafy trees and a large grass area. Thereís a large pond in the grassy area. We are now swimming in it, and the surrounding area doesnít seem as green anymore. A few people in kayaks pass us, too closely I think, and say not to fish/swim in here, humorously. I jokingly say we wonít. I think he meant not to submerge ourselves, which, looking at the murky water, Iím not going to do anyway. Weíre out now and on the sandy shore. Iím laying face down on either a towel or my shirt so I can dry off.




      Iím on my bed with Melissa and I think weíre each doing something separately. On my record player I am listening to a Brokedown Palace from 1972. Bobby is telling the crowd to shut up and says ďoh, I donít wanna singĒ to the melody of the song. I chuckle at the historical interest of it, and Melissa makes a comment too. Now I go out to see if the air is on. I think itís been running all night, same as the water. We also watch an animated movie with a twist ending or something that suggests a sequel.
      *Last night I meant to turn the water off but kept forgetting.
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    8. Tuesday, July 7

      by , 07-11-2020 at 05:33 AM
      Iím in a car with Mom and Makayla, I think with Mom driving. We are in or near downtown. I am in the backseat and currently looking behind us as what looks like a large flame bursts through a window in the GSR. I canít believe it, and I take my phone out so I can get it on video. I think there is another fiery burst towards the top, and then the building appears to slowly collapse. We are a ways away and driving straight away from it, but the dust cloud slowly engulfs the street and everything else not too far from us. I tell Makayla (maybe she was driving the whole time) she might want to step on it a bit. It almost seems like no one else knows whatís going on. Now, Iím in the GSR and I donít think thereís any damage. I donít get how this could be.
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    9. Wednesday, July 1

      by , 07-04-2020 at 11:42 PM
      Iím at a Target, where I have a new AP job. Iím on the second floor, in a hallway with all of the general offices. The walls are lime green and white, and everything seems clean and orderly. Mairin walks me into one of the rooms and introduces me to the AP manager. He seems rather unaffected by us entering but warmly shakes my hand. Though he definitely says it, I miss his name. He looks like an average, middle aged white man, wearing faded denim jeans, some outdoorsy/sports shirt, and a ball cap. His mostly white beard is trimmed fairly close to his face. He stands by a tall shelf of tools and assembles what I think is going to be a table. He screws pieces into one another to form what must be the leg. They are small, so I think the table will be as well. (The leg is maybe the size of his forearm). I notice two instruction sheets lying at his feet. Mairin doesnít seem to mind that heís doing this as we talk. I imagine how this will correlate to the work environment. To me, he both does and does not look like typical AP.




      I seem to have just finished up with something and am getting into my car thatís parked on the street. It is towards the end of sunset and growing dark out. I donít think that itís all that late and think about how the days are getting shorter. I think Iím fine with it, that this is a reasonable time for sunset. I begin driving now and am going to go to Kelli's house. I miss the street I shouldíve taken and think Iíll just keep going and figure it out as I go. I then take my phone out for the map and text her, asking for the address. I continue driving straight on this fairly small city street and then slow to let some people cross the street. They are coming out of a door to my left that is only a few feet from the street. The first one glares at me as he crosses as if I wasnít going to stop in time for him. There are around five people total crossing, and I notice that theyíre all Black and all look disgruntled. Thereís then a gap, which I take. One more starts to come out to cross, but Iím already going. He stops and waves at me, unbothered. Iím texting Kelli about something else now and see that she hasnít responded yet.




      Iím in a fairly large, brown shower stall. There are a few of these, in a line. A few others are occupied, all with guys. Everyone seems genuinely friendly with each other. Iím drying off and getting dressed. I think this room of shower stalls is at my work (the Target from the first dream?) and I leave some things in the stall because I know Iíll be back. I leave now, but Iím not sure if itís to go home or not. There is a sense of us living here? I think I initially walk out unclothed and then come back.
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    10. Friday, May 15

      by , 05-16-2020 at 05:16 AM
      Iím coming home to Momís after having left Melissaís. Ryanís car is backed into the driveway and I see him out front. I think I get mad and yell at him, causing an altercation. Iím still in my car and he is on foot, so I start driving after him. He sprints away, which I find funny, but I am genuinely trying to hit him. I think he is now gone and I am on foot and picking up some things he has left by a mailbox. Now, Iím in the house and at the table with Mom and some unknown dirty blond girl probably a few years older than me. I can tell that her personality is not all that attractive and somewhat prude and priggish. I think theyíre discussing legal matters regarding the situation and I canít tell if theyíre on my side or his.




      I am going to a Flowing Tide with the family. It seems to be in a room off of the main area of a casino or something. When we get in, the place is empty. I notice a sign saying that they open at 7 and at 8. I guess weíve just missed the 7 oíclock cutoff, but a female server lets us hang out while she cleans. This room has all of the tables and chairs pushed against the walls. I notice all the crumbs on them and on the dark carpet. One of the staff hesitates for a moment, looking it over, looking exhausted. Weíre now sitting, and Sage is here. Weíve both ordered beer. Mine is a pint of something autumnal? that is really not all that great. Sageís is a bomber of a dark/strong beer. I try it, needing two hands to lift the dark bottle, and it is good. It is bitter, but that seems to be the point, and I end up wishing I got this instead. The family is going on a hike after this, but Makayla and I have gone to the wrong spot. The correct spot was right above the Flowing Tide, but we went a little ways away (I think I drove). There is something about Makayla still wanting to do this hike and me just picking her up later. Iím trying to stick to the plan/just go with the flow, and this just seems like an inconvenience.




      I am in a bathtub with two men and two women around my age, all unfamiliar, all nude. I donít think there is any water in the tub, and itís also just big enough for us all. There seems to be some kind of glass partition around the tub, and the tub seems to be in a bar?room where there are other people. I think we can see out but they canít see in. I am touching one of the men now; his penis is thick but very short, not sticking up very far past his patch of pubic hair. I seem to be mostly pulling on the skin, and I donít think it feels that good for him. I touch the other now; his penis is a bit larger and I think I do a better job. Now, a new blond and slightly pudgy girl is here (and I think the others are gone). Iím still naked as she coats my flaccid penis in some black liquid and then sucks it off. I donít think I like her or this.




      Iím in bed with Melissa and weíre talking. She asks what kind of science? I like, and I tell her dreams, music, and space.
    11. Monday, May 11

      by , 05-16-2020 at 05:09 AM
      I am driving with Sage to see Tool in Arizona. I know I am going with her, but it looks like Iím in the car alone right now. The scenery is nothing immediately familiar to me, but it is the typical arid landscape I would expect. This two lane desert highway meanders through some scrub and brown hills. It is dim, but at one point dark. I drive past a silent scene of carnage. Strewn across the road is a creature (maybe a human?) that has suffered an attack on its head. There is a chunk missing and a trail of blood and remnants. Since there is a hill right nearby, I assume that whatever did this must be up there. It is light again, and I am looking at some dark rock outcroppings atop a hill. There are small farmhouses at the base of the hill and openings in the rock pile that look clearly inhabited by something. The openings are almost as large as the structures, and it freaks me out slightly that they exist so close together. I then realize that they are actually barns or sheds, but still donít like the thought. Only a little ways to the left, surrounded by some trees, is a house, still too close I think. I think we left at 4 pm, which Iím thinking will give us plenty of time (Iím thinking it takes 2-2 Ĺ hours to get there). We have arrived, a typical large indoor arena, and I think our seats are apart. I conclude that it shouldnít be too hard to find someone willing to switch. The place seems pretty full and all of the lights are still on. Iím telling Sage Iím sure theyíll open with ĎAenimaí (thinking of the Fear Inoculum tour) but itíd be cool if they surprised us with something like ĎFloodí (I think we were listening to that in the car - I remember seeing the dash display with the track time and hearing the intro).




      Iím in some house with some others, one of which is Krissy from work. There is also a child on the brown couch that might be mine.




      Iím looking at the full moon and watch as it looks like something is shot through it. The Ďsomethingí is small compared to the moon, but it leaves a trail of particles. I tell someone and think they donít believe me until it is publicly announced that the moon has been shot.
      Tags: driving, kid, moon, music
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    12. Friday, May 8

      by , 05-11-2020 at 11:56 PM
      I am at Melissaís house (though this house looks nothing like it). Iím in a larger, open living room that I think is mostly barren except for a short, wooden shelf with a larger TV on it. I think itís off right now. The place seems somewhat dirty and doesnít have the feeling of a home. In here is her mom, someone unfamiliar, and a guy that looks like Ryan. He has those same drug-addled features, and I instantly dislike him. I think the other is the same, and, sadly, there is something a little off about her mom too. They all seem to be arguing about something dumb, and I sense that itís going to lead to a fight. Her mom starts talking to me for a while, but Iím eventually able to sneak away. I end up in a small kitchen with two counters, one at a diagonal to the other. Each has a sink, and I recognize the one facing the TV as the one her mom likes to use. Iím washing my hands in the other, notice Iíve left a small pool on the tan tile, and leave it there. I figure I can go this way to sneak off to Melissaís room, and head that way. Suddenly, an old lady in a thin, pink bathrobe bursts out of a bathroom and rushes past me without a word. It startles me. Now Iíve made it to Melissaís room (different) and notice that itís kind of messy. Sheís sitting at a desk in the corner, wearing what is either pajamas or lingerie, a matching blue set. They look like satin and lace. We start talking and I think Iím sitting or something, as she comes over, puts a leg up and pulls the bottom to the side, and I start licking her. Iíve barely started when a noise just outside the door causes her to jump back and straighten herself up at the desk again. I sit up normally, but am laughing as Brooke comes in. I donít worry about it, as I couldíve been laughing at a joke for all she knows. There is a mirror across from me, and looking in it I move a portion of my hair along the part.




      Michelle is driving me and Melissa somewhere, and she is driving terribly. She starts driving the wrong way and only us telling her causes her to realize it. The cars that were coming slow and stop for her as she reverses. Having not reversed far enough, she hits the landscaped divider and then decides to drive right over it. She makes it to the other side, but we are still going the wrong way. We eventually end up going the right way, as I notice an old fashioned sheriff car turn right in front of us. I think Ďoh godí or something similar and hope for the best.




      I am sitting in my car that is backed into the driveway. I know it is 6 am; it is light out but the sun is not up yet. The mountains glow yellow, pink, and blue. I had woken up, started listening to an early Pink Floyd show, and then came out here. I notice a larger family on the street in front of me. There are about three or four kids of different ages. All are wearing shorts and tee shirts and look happy and ready to go. They also look like theyíre deciding which way to go, pointing and looking back and forth. The next thing I know, theyíre walking up the lawn towards our house. I am on edge for a second, but then think theyíre probably just going into the communal area. Iím now back inside and see my things on the bed where I left them. I think itís my laptop and a dream journal. This room seems square and somewhat empty. I think about finishing the show, but Melissa is awake. Surprised, I ask if she feels awake, and she enthusiastically says yes.




      Iím in a parking lot with some others. It seems dim to dark out. We are secretly going to put a sticker or two on Feliciaís car (a white car or truck?). The sticker is three words, I think, including Ďfuckí or Ďfuckingí.
    13. Friday, February 21

      by , 02-24-2020 at 10:32 PM
      I am coming back from a trip with Dad. I am driving and it looks like weíre on or by Geiger Grade, though the area looks less developed and like weíre a little farther away? I comment on how it feels like it took no time getting back. He agrees. I think he drove there. It had just been dusk, but now it seems closer to twilight or darker. We are out of the car and by a small lake or pond nestled between some trees and hills. There is another family enjoying this place too. There is a sense of vacation or seemingly endless summer nights.
      Tags: driving, trip, water
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    14. Wednesday, February 19

      by , 02-24-2020 at 10:30 PM
      I am driving up to what looks like some event outside of a school or something similar when I notice Makayla and Mom walking this way on the sidewalk. My window is down and it seems like a very pleasant day. Makayla is holding an imperial pint glass that looks like it is full of very light Guinness or nitro cold brew. I roll up to her and the first thing I say is ďmy goodnessÖ my Guinness.Ē She says itís actually some flavored iced coffee (hazelnut?). I try a sip and itís really frothy and not all that bad. I think I already have an iced coffee as well. I realize that Iím in the middle of the road and start moving again. There is one intersecting road to the right where I am going to try to turn around, but I think someone has already gone around me.




      I am at work when I notice a sketchy person heading towards the menís shoes. I think he already has some merchandise and a small, empty looking, black plastic bag. When we see him turn the corner again, the merchandise is gone and the bag looks full. We agree that this makes him good to stop, so I try to get downstairs before he does. I do this pretty easily and get by the door that it looks like he is going for. I try to look inconspicuous, and when I look back I see that Bobby is right by him, talking to him, still in the store. I wonder what he could possibly be doing, until I see him start walking him back. This really irritates me. Back in the office, the guy is hesitant but compliant. He seems homeless. He says his name is Kenneth Cox and that he is 46? I get all the paperwork done before calling PD. I ask his birth date, realizing Iíll need it, and he says something like Ď5 oíclockí. He keeps giving me bullshit answers, and I canít tell if itís on purpose or if heís just not all there. I realize he doesnít have an ID, so PDís going to have to come anyway. I think of how they may need video and how Bobby stopped him while he was still in the building, which irritates me more.
    15. Monday, August 26

      by , 09-23-2019 at 09:16 PM
      I am on a road trip with Dad and Makayla, with Dad driving. We are going to Texas, and I see that weíre currently driving through a corner of Utah. It is like I am seeing a satellite map of a moment, and I notice that there is snowfall on the ground right above where we are and will be travelling. It zooms and pans to the right a bit. We pass by many lakes in a short amount of time. They are all fairly small, but they are beautiful. The water is clear enough to see the bottom of an entire lake as well as all the light colored and large rocks within.




      I am in a store with Sage when I grab off of a shelf at about eye level a bottle of Lagunitas beer. I think I had been looking for it and am excited to have found it. I tell Sage how good it is as I open it up. I grab a glass from the shelf and pour the beer fairly vigorously into it, producing only a small, snow white head. The beer has the appearance of carbonated white grape juice and smells of the same. I take a sip and it is good. I pronounce Lagunitas funny and kind of laugh about it. Now, I am parking on the side of a residential street behind another car. Dad is on the lawn of this front/side yard, faced away from me; I have come to meet up with him. I think I have brought the full glass and the remainder in the bottle, each in a cup holder. I get out and start talking with him. I ask if heíd be offended if I just stayed at Momís while Iím going to school. He hesitates, almost as if taken aback, and then replies, ďno, of course not.Ē He says I can do whatever I need to focus on school. I notice weíre under a large oak? tree that splits near the bottom. Iím now in the house here (Dadís?), I think with Mom and Makayla. There is indication of past activity, though no one is currently here. There are two boxes of Panda Express open on the counter, each with a glass of white wine sitting too near the edge. I notice about five of the Lagunitas beers, all opened and partially finished. It makes me a little mad because he all of them without asking
    Page 1 of 3 1 2 3 LastLast