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    1. Saturday, June 18

      by , 06-22-2022 at 11:38 PM
      Something about watching Apollo for a night. Iím with Melissa and walking over to Crystalís house (it seems close to where we live). We enter the house and it seems fairly large. It seems dim but moonlit. I think we have Stella with us and weíre going to stay here or bring Apollo over to our place.



      Iím outside in a place that looks similar to Frenchmanís. With Stella, Iím jogging down a gray asphalt path. Itís a pretty steep downhill and continues in a straight line. We pass more and more cars and people the further we go. It levels off now and we turn to go back uphill, which already feels harder.
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    2. Thursday, June 16

      by , 06-16-2022 at 09:37 PM
      Iím with Melissa and taking Stella to a pool. It feels like the pool at our complex but a little different. It seems weíre approaching it the same way as we really would, but there is no fence. Right away I notice two guys (one in the regular at work, Blair) and their black and white border collie in the water. Stella doesnít react to it. Now I feel alone or just separate from them. In the pool, which looks like a long oval with a skinny section in the middle that also seems to be a hot tub, I swim and submerge myself. Someone? asks if Iím doing it to get away from everyone. I think to myself that sheís not entirely wrong.
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    3. Saturday, June 4

      by , 06-16-2022 at 09:30 PM
      Iím walking Stella somewhere outside, a fairly wide dirt path, when I pass an older man with his dog, what looks like a retriever. Stella does well with being able to pass the dog without meeting it. There is a culvert off to the side, maybe 8+ feet long. Itís almost filled completely with running water and Stella decides to get into it. In an instant, sheís completely submerged and I can only feel by the pull of the long leash how far into it she is. I initially remain calm, hoping Iíll be able to remain calm, hoping Iíll be able to hold onto the leash until I can just run and grab her on the other side. This then does not feel possible, so I call for help from Dad who is now here. Stella is somehow still being swept down this stream that only seems a few inches deep. It is rocky as well and feels like itís underground, as I run to catch up with her. With all of my might, I eventually do.



      Iím going into a Dead and Company concert with Melissa. The indoor venue seems like something comparable in size to the Reno Events Center. Thereís a simple white folding table in the foyer and some hassle with the middle aged white man in getting our tickets. I succeed in getting them and we go in. Itís close to empty, so we hurry toward the front. Thereís no GA, only seats. When I ask, Melissa says she doesnít care where we sit, which kind of irritates me. At first we go up too high, so we try lower. There are now some people here and we have to squeeze by them in their seats. The band is on the stage now, all unfamiliar except for Bob Weir, the rest seeming much younger. I notice the drummer playing but donít hear any music. Bob is wearing a black cloth face mask which he removes and gives to one of the younger band members to wear. This makes no sense to me but I try to let it go.
    4. Tuesday, May 17

      by , 06-01-2022 at 10:09 PM
      Iím outside somewhere, maybe an apartment complex. I have Stella with me and notice a couple with a dog approaching. It looks like a black border collie and I recognize it as a dog Stella has seen several times but hasnít been able to meet. Stella notices the dog, but the couple keeps approaching. The man, shirtless and fit, wearing sunglasses and a stoic expression, asks if he can ask me something. I say yes and then ask if our dogs can meet because theyíre so close right now and havenít gotten to meet. He amicably says yes and I explain that she gets frustrated when sheís on leash and canít meet other dogs. Their dog, what now looks like a retriever, sits by me and playfully chews on my fingers. I clearly feel its sharp little teeth. Stella is very close but is largely ignoring the dog. Now one of them jumps to his back and he catches it with his hands behind his back. He never asks me what he was going to.



      Iím walking into a building, a restaurant or something similar. Iím also a woman or dressed as one. I have on a light blonde wig that is not very convincing. I think I also have womenís clothes on. There is attention on me as I walk through to the restroom; Iím aware that I donít fully look like a woman and stand out to judgmental people but donít really care. I walk with confidence. Thereís a small 90 degree hallway into the restroom, the floor of which is very cluttered with what looks like green foam blocks. Theyíre hard to get around and I think of what a hazard/liability they are. In the restroom now, the urinals are taken and 2-3 people are waiting. (I went into the menís, slightly unsure, because I think I still have a penis). I notice two stereotypical straight white men who I know are going to throw a fit about me being in here.
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    5. Monday, May 16

      by , 05-26-2022 at 01:27 AM
      Iím at a beach with what seems like some of the family. It is definitely a beach on the ocean coast. It looks like Hawaii or the California coast. The sand is long and also very deep, sloping down to reach the water. The waves come in large but not violently. It is dim out but the scene seems to be lit with some glow, maybe twilight or moonlight. Iím in the water now, with Dad and Stella. Stella swims after something - a toy?, not an animal. She dives down quite a ways after it. Iím apprehensive at first but then relax when I see how well sheís doing.
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    6. Thursday, April 28

      by , 05-19-2022 at 12:19 AM
      Iím walking outside somewhere with Stella. The area seems unfamiliar. It still looks like Nevada though, with the rolling hills and lack of trees. We ascend a hill that I notice is now a dusty orange slate. It is steep enough to make me question my footing, especially since there are little pebbles all around. Stella runs circles around me in her excitement; I switch the leash between my hands to accommodate it. Iím now at the very top and the whole surrounding area comes into view. It is very pretty-thereís an ethereal-ness to it, so I take some pictures. I think this is the furthest Iíve gone this way and it didnít take too long.



      Iím in what feels like an underground building. It all seems to be under construction, in an early phase. Itís dim and sparse and it feels like I should not be here. There are several construction workers and Iím trying to not be seen by them. There seems to be a few levels and many rooms. I go into a couple and at times see some creepy scenes. One room in particular has an arrangement of stuffed animals that doesnít sit right with me. I get creeped out and leave the room. I think I am supposed to be doing something here (but Iím not sure what). Now I am with mom and sorting a black trash bag of things to either keep or throw away. I set aside the reusable things (pens, etc) to keep and want to throw away the rest, like papers and projects.



      Iím outside somewhere unfamiliar and trying to take a nap where Iím lying on some weird edge. It seems like the edge of a truck bed or something? I then end up in a tent. I have an iPad or tablet and put on the Pandora station Ďguitar for sleepí or something similar. I tried a similar station first but it wasnít very conducive for me trying to sleep. I now close my eyes and itís still very bright, though I think I fall asleep for a while. I emerge with the post-nap grogginess and go to be around everyone else (not sure who).



      (fragment) I am somehow holding onto the back end of a bus, what seems like a tour bus. Someone else is doing the same on the right side of the bus. The bus takes off, driving a little too fast for my uncertain grip. Iím not sure why Iím doing this.
    7. Wednesday, February 16

      by , 05-18-2022 at 07:24 PM
      I am somewhere outside with Stella. The place reminds me of Apple Hill - a pretty outdoor space with some buildings and outdoor stands. Right now we are the only ones at a booth selling homemade dog treats. It seems like Iíve gotten pulled in because Iím being nice and because itís something weíd actually use with Stella. The girl (around my age) has the treats out on a silver tray. I notice prices next to it - $40 and $50 for some quantities, which I think seems expensive. She tells me about them, then waits expectantly. I pick out a kind to buy because it feels kind of awkward not to. Now, I realize Stella has walked away to the other side of the booth. I go look and see her at a short fence, meeting two dogs on the other side. Sheís being very calm and she eventually just walks away from the fence.
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    8. Wednesday, February 2

      by , 05-11-2022 at 11:39 PM
      I am with Melissa and Stella in my Subaru, parked somewhere. A police officer? approaches me on the driverís side. I think heís in uniform, though itís a simple one that, to me, indicates a high rank. It also seems like he may not be on duty but is just approaching in a friendly manner because he sees Stella. Stella crawls over me to approach him as well. He has short ginger hair and a calm energy. He extends his hand to her to let her sniff her. This she does, as well as some protective growling and barking. He remains calm and I can tell that she responds positively - she continues some growling but with a wagging tail.
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    9. Thursday, January 27

      by , 05-11-2022 at 11:34 PM
      I am somewhere outside, on a walk. The place looks familiar (from another dream?). Iím coming up a slight hill to a smaller river. I think I usually go to the right but I veer to the left this time. Thereís a sense of happiness at doing something new. I also have Stella with me. Some or all of this water is frozen solid and she and I walk on it.

      *I was with Dad yesterday and we were talking about how the pond here froze over.
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