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    1. Sunday, July 24

      by , 08-10-2022 at 07:21 PM
      I think I am at Aly and Adamís place (not at all what it really looks like). This place seems like itís far away from any others. Itís a modest house with a modest but nice yard. It seems like this is a get together with the family. We pass through the house and into the yard (which is maybe the size of the warehouse at work or maybe a little bigger). After a moment, I notice that the yard is completely enclosed with a white tent structure that comes off the roof of the house at the one end and has its own wall at the other. It seems dark out but itís fairly illuminated in here, with a subtle but cool effect. Cousin Jon is here; I give him a handshake and one armed hug. I think he lifts me off the ground a bit. I ask him how life has been. I think some people are kicking a soccer ball in here (it is all grass).



      Iím lying in bed with Melissa in a completely unfamiliar room (it somehow reminds me of my bedroom at Dadís, though I think it looks nothing like it). We cuddle facing each other; I notice a large black and yellow frog slowly making its way up the wall. I know my gaze is fixed on it, but I try to make no intimation that anything is there. I get up to try to catch it.



      Zoe has sent an email that asks something like ĎRyan? Is that lucid enough?í Itís about how hot the store and warehouse get. I am going to research OSHA and other sources and put together a large reply.



      Iím at what feels like work (though it looks nothing like it). There are radial stone steps outside of the front doors and a man sitting on them. I think we are currently closed. I go out and sit by him. I tell him ďthank you for filling in for Bill (Kreutzman).Ē (This guy is not Jay Lane, however). He seems appreciative, and I continue talking with him.
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    2. Wednesday, July 20

      by , 08-01-2022 at 12:38 AM
      Iím in some house - I guess it is mine or mine and Melissaís. Erika and Mason from work are here. It seems dim or dark out and they are on this large couch in what feels like a small living room or den. It also feels like itís upstairs. They are both just on their phones. I notice another, unfamiliar girl on the floor, on her phone as well. She is wearing only a shirt and underwear. I realize that the three of them are going to be staying the night. I think of where Iím going to sleep and then remember I have a bedroom here. I think of offering to sleep on the couch, but it doesnít make much sense. The couch is an L shape, and I go find something to put next to the ottoman to make a square sleeping space. Whatever I find is a good couple inches too short, but I think they can fill it in with blankets or something.
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    3. Sunday, June 5

      by , 06-16-2022 at 09:31 PM
      Iím in a large house on the ocean shore. It is Dadís birthday, but Makayla and I jokingly run away from him when he shows up. He takes it personally and the look on his face says so. Iím going to try to find him a book here to make up for it. This room looks like a large foyer, books lining the top of every wall on a high shelf. They all look like Franklin Library or similar. Some are more ornate than Iíve ever seen. There are a couple of thick Dostoevskys, the binding looking like his portrait in stained glass. I think about getting these for myself. I know that Dad wants [a certain title] that has to do with maritime, so I search for it. I do find the title, but itís combined in one volume with The Red and the Black by Stendhal. I open it to find itís in a weird font that is pre highlighted, I think each character in a different color. I donít like it. I find one more pre highlighted and spiral bound. Again, I donít like it. Al shows up now and offers to help. Looking to the shelves, I tell her Iíve looked through every single title. She hands me a book on the old west as a recommendation. I flip through it and see some familiar figures in the illustrations/photographs, such as Judy Garland as Dorothy. Appreciative, I tell her I will take this one. Now, through a window or open door I see Dad walking along the beach with a beer bottle in hand and talking to himself. It is dark out. Heís sad about us abandoning him and, staggering and slurring, says he is going to see [someone]. I feel really bad about this. Now, Julia is here and it feels late at night. She says something and I say ďthese shrooms are starting to feel goodĒ (I mustíve taken them a bit ago). I go into a room here, hers?, that has a nicely made bed with a fuzzy gray color theme. The rest of the room has the same aesthetic.

      *Melissa asked last night what Iím getting Dad for Fatherís Day and I told her I didnít know. She then brought up Carlosí birthday. I commented on the Franklin Library copy of Ulysses Iím reading and grabbed a Franklin Library copy of Crime and Punishment at work. The things in brackets are specific details present in the dream that Iíve since forgotten.
    4. Thursday, November 18

      by , 05-04-2022 at 11:30 PM
      I have showed up to some house for some appointment. The house is fairly large and very well kept. The natural lighting is soft and I donít initially notice anyone else here. I then see a boy about my age in plain clothes who I assume works here. I tentatively ask if theyíre still taking appointments today. He informally but not unkindly says yes and asks my name. I tell him and notice a few closed doors along this hallway that I assume must be the rooms for the appointments.
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    5. 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.
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    6. Thursday, November 4

      by , 05-04-2022 at 11:25 PM
      I am going to design a house for someone (for Kreg - for a class?) It starts with me not wanting to, but I then take interest in it. I start sketching a pool thatís pre-existing or being added to the yard while I talk to Kreg on the phone. Itís long and narrow, with some angular changes that seem to only be for aesthetic. This lot is also long and narrow - only 30 feet wide. I am now on the phone with Zoe and telling her this. I tell her that the average house is that wide, without including the setbacks. I get the idea that Iíll have to design this house long and tall. It may be in a mountainous setting, as Iím imagining it with a cabin look. I imagine the second floor protruding on the back side to cover a patio, possibly with a hot tub. Now it seems as if Iím actually at this house, pretty much how Iíve been envisioning it. Iím showing it to some unfamiliar guy about my age. It is pretty impressive, long and low, dim and with plenty of dark wood.



      I am at what seems like the GSR or something similar with Brittney. It is somewhat crowded, and masks are not a concept in this dream. I think weíre going to get a beer at one of the places here. The tap handles at the first place Iím not impressed with, so I suggest going to the other one across the way. There were three taps of domestic beer and then a bottle of what looked like a German beer but that I wasnít sure about. At the place across the hallway space I notice at least two good taps - Revision and something else. I think we get drinks there, and now weíre taking them into a restaurant. The guy here questions our age, I guess because weíre bringing in alcohol?
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    7. Wednesday, November 3

      by , 05-04-2022 at 11:23 PM
      I am in a house. It sort of feels like the 695 house and like there have been some renovations. Someone is showing us the new rooms/spaces. They are still empty. There are also some unfamiliar people here. One is a man who when I pass by once is briefly naked. I just see it out of the corner of my eye, not sure if heís changing or what the scenario is
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    8. Saturday, July 3

      by , 08-12-2021 at 06:21 AM
      Iím in some house with Melissa. The house seems of fairly good size, dim, sparsely but maturely decorated, and like its an old construction. We have a baby, maybe just under a year old?, who grabs a book from a row of them along the ground. I notice that she immediately grabs her foot, just like the baby on the cover. I say that sheís so smart already and think about how intelligent sheís going to be. Then I say something like Ďcome here, let me hold my family.í The baby crawls into Melissa's lap and then Melissa sits on mine. I wrap my arms around them and itís a very blissful moment.




      Iím outside in some parking lot with some people from work. They are all laying on the asphalt. I think weíre going to go out, but after seeing how late it is (~12) I decide to go home. I was thinking and/or they were talking about where to get a Black Russian. I walk to my car, which is parked alone at the end of a row against a building.
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    9. Thursday, July 1

      by , 08-12-2021 at 06:19 AM
      I am in some house. I think the family is here too, and I think weíre staying here. The house is large and older and kind of reminds me of Opaís house. In a bedroom I start looking at a picture at about eye level. I get close to it and realize the eyes of the female in the picture are staring straight at me. I quickly glance away and so do they. I wonder if that was just my reflection or notÖ when her lips slowly pull into a grin. Later, Iím telling someone this and trying to find the face, unsuccessfully, in a very thick paperback book.
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    10. Friday, June 4

      by , 08-12-2021 at 05:26 AM
      I am somewhere, by a park maybe, with my parked car. I step outside the driver's side to drink some water. In either a mirror or my peripherals I notice that the back door is open, so I shut it. Now, when I step out again? I see that it is open again. Finding this kind of weird, I close it again. This happens one more time and at this point it is pretty disturbing as there is nobody around and no way it could have happened by itself. I think I assume it must be a ghost.




      I am in an unfamiliar house. It seems dim and sparse in here. I notice a small family approaching and get weird vibes. What looks like a teenage girl starts trying to open the door. Iíve locked the door knob and the deadbolt but she is somehow able to open them, so I have to keep pressing the door closed and relooking these. It is somewhat a struggle to keep the two balanced. At times she makes startling progress, but I think I manage to keep her out.




      I am in what I think of as a Vans store but what looks like a grocery store. Iím probably thinking this due to all of the Vans merchandise on display. Specifically I notice some high up (like above the meats or dairy section of a storeís display). I notice some teenage? boys that seem to be wearing Vans head to toe. I think about what it would be like to completely wear only one brand. At some point I am in an aisle with Mom and some others. I think there is largely an absence of masks, and it doesnít feel like a bad thing.




      Iím with Makayla and we are parking at the front of some store. It is average to large for a retail building, with a curved exterior. The area seems rather desolate. As we get out of the car a happy looking black man approaches and compliments us for getting out of a semi truckís way/letting it do something. He just seems very content and sincere. I envision this semi truck in the center Ďlaneí of what looks like pyramid highway, and Iím assuming this happened earlier in the dream.




      I am following, through a forested area, a river that is not too wide yet gives the impression of depth. It appears fairly peaceful but has a very strong current. The water seems so clear and pure.
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    11. Thursday, April 22

      by , 06-16-2021 at 09:26 PM
      I am with Makayla in what looks like Dadís neighborhood. It looks very similar except that itís on a fairly steep hill. Weíre walking around an exposed bend and through a red truckís window I see the silhouette of a female figure. She appears to be putting on clothes, or at least thatís what it looks like from my brief glimpse. We get closer and I see that itís a young girl and boy (~10?) in the truck, and after a moment I wonder how that could be. Now, we are past the neighborhood. This area looks like open Nevada desert with slight ravines here and there. Down in one of the larger ones I notice a house. It looks like the pastís idea of something futuristic - sleek and vertical pipes/tubes, slightly sprawling and complex. I think this one is all a dull red. There is really nothing on or around it that would designate it a house. The whole feeling of and around it is lifeless. I think we pass a few more odd structures that I label Ďhouseí. I think or say something like Ďoh Nevada, youíre so weird.í There is now a large rock pile visible at the top of a slight incline. It looks like red rock and/or granite and is maybe 30 feet tall. Theyíre arranged so there is an open space beneath them. I briefly see someone passing through this space, overriding the thought of being completely alone out here. We approach it and see that there are a few ornamentations on it, one being a series of steel rungs to form a ladder. I climb up a few, turn around and hang from one arm, lifting my shirt to just above the nipple, telling Makayla to take a picture. I think Iím making fun of Ziah? A few people, a type I definitely wouldnít associate with, arrive, and Makayla is instantly preoccupied with them. This kind of annoys me. Iím in the open space beneath the rocks now, and it is filled with different stickers, posters, pictures, writing, etc. It is strange and I really like it. I am alternately wearing a mask, wearing it below my chin, and holding it at my side. I notice a man without a mask walks in with a baby stroller. Heís now with a woman in the corner of the Ďroom.í There is a window above them and a man tapping at the outside of it, apparently to get their attention. I look at the man and point to the couple (*though this makes no sense, as heís already seen them).
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    12. Thursday, March 25

      by , 06-09-2021 at 09:50 PM
      I am in Brittneyís new place (it doesnít really look like her new place), with Melissa. It seems dim either outside or in here. Right now, itís just Melissa and me in the living room, and I donít see Brittney. The living room is long and narrow, including a couch, tv, fireplace, and sliding door at its end. Each is staggered to give an illusion of multiple areas within the one. I tell Melissa that I like this, but she doesnít seem to be listening too closely. I get up and, thinking that was all of the apartment, discover a new space. It is seen only from the kitchen and is another small living room with a bedroom at each end. It doesnít have much dťcor but does have some random things on the floor. Now, we are about to go somewhere. I am outside, down by the pool. There is a deep washing machine inset in the ground, through which I am looking for shorts to put on because itís going to be warm out. The clothes seem damp, and I toss them into the empty pool as I go. Once Iím almost all the way through, it occurs to me that it made no sense to throw them all in there. I consider spreading them out a bit so theyíll dry? Now I am by a larger, black truck. It seems to only have two front seats, one of which is just a space and not a seat. I donít think I see a steering wheel. I think this truck is either Russian or belongs to a Russian, but I refer to it as Ivan something in my head. I am now driving the truck. It is dark out and the truck seems more normal inside. On the display screen I see a text pop up, someone asking if Iím on my way. There is an option on the bottom to change the language.
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    13. Saturday, March 20

      by , 04-02-2021 at 06:25 AM
      I am in some building. It seems to mold around the surrounding terrain and/or go below it. The architecture is minimalistic but sleek, dark wood and darker walls. Everything seems angular as well. I am looking for a restroom and find one, an opening, at an angle, in a wall. I enter and follow it, a longer hallway. It seems both open and private, and I love this effect and its subtle opulence. I think before I fully get into the restroom I arrive at a corner that opens into a larger space. Off to the left the building is open to the terrain, a rock grade with a small trickle of water. In front of me is the main opening, a vault type space, the far side of which is a wall coming out of the terrain, with a large, high window. Through the window I see some tables and two old men sitting at them. I take a picture of the scene and when I look back at it, the men look ominous and familiar. (They look like Ken Rose and the old customer at work with a ponytail and pebble mask). I think I take a turn and end up making it to the actual restroom.




      I am in a car with Vladimir Nabokov, him in the driverís seat and me in the passengerís. He has a piece of paper, on which there is a line of symbols that I think repeat. Iím not sure the objective here, if there is any, but heís found a clever way to pencil in a few to perfectly look like the outline of a house (he gets two or three on the larger sheet). I think this somehow correlates to his last name.
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    14. Sunday, March 14

      by , 04-02-2021 at 06:22 AM
      Iím at work when Reillyís mom Cully comes in. She recognizes me and seems happy to see me. We talk for a little bit.




      Something about a seemingly endless house.
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    15. Wednesday, February 24

      by , 03-07-2021 at 07:38 AM
      I am in a large house that seems to be up on a hillside. I think the house is Jim and Rhianna’s. (It reminds me of Harry’s house, including where it’s located). I’m in the large pool room, and it seems that the walls are almost entirely glass. Looking out, the landscape cascades down almost immediately after the house in a series of small but steep hills. They are the typical desert sand, sage, and stone. It is rather beautiful with them in the foreground and a view of the entire city in the background. It seems to be evening, and I imagine hiking/exploring through these hills.

      Updated 03-17-2021 at 11:05 PM by 95084

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