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    1. 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.
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    2. Saturday, July 4

      by , 07-11-2020 at 05:25 AM
      I am in Germany with Mom and Makayla. The first place we go to is a small, unassuming office building. Inside, it looks more like a home that has been converted to an office space. It is a perfect blend of the two. For a short period of time, Makayla and I canít find Mom. At one point, I see her with a glass of non-alcoholic beer with a few sips missing. Part of me thinks ĎAlready?í There are two German ladies here. They are short and squat, older and very friendly. They speak English with a faint German accent. They work here but do not come off as an Ďemployeeí, eradicating any Ďus vs. themí and promoting a genuine sense of helpfulness. The music that is playing here is odd and definitely nothing Iíve ever heard in any office building. Itís fairly loud, a slow and melancholy beat with droning female vocals. Through a window, I see that it is overcast out. One of the ladies says they should do something when it lightens up, gesturing as if sheís parting clouds. Now, I am outside with a different lady. We are sitting on a rocky shore against what must be the ocean. As I sit and observe the scenery and feel the perfect temperature, I am overcome with both grief and something close to euphoria, knowing that this is where I belong and that Iíll have to leave. I think I almost start tearing up. The scenery is rocky, but of soft soil and greenery where it is not. The ocean is calm and dampens the temperature to what I would call perfect. I talk to this lady as a small, wooden pallet drifts this way. There are a few seagulls on it that seem to be steering it. It becomes overcast. I think part of me is aware that Germany is not an island. The lady is showing me a map, pointing us out (a clear island), and showing how close we are to the very southern end of the ĎHawaiian archipelago.í There is a succession of maybe ten or so tiny islands to the North until I see the familiar cluster of Hawaiian islands. The rest of the map looks like a bunch of green islands close together on the deep blue of the ocean. She is now showing me where Iíll be staying. The house is two stories, wooden, and facing the ocean. It looks like the entire second story has a deck; weíre walking on it now. We see into one of the rooms, and she is nonchalant, but Iím not sure I like what I see. Looking down into the plain room, I see what looks like a dog bed. On it is a dog collar and some rod-like object. The unsettling part is that I think this is for a human )a captive?). Along the wall to the left there is an open cabinet. Attached to its door are about three black sheathes with different knives. I am disturbed because I thought Germany would be completely pleasant and not at all like this.




      Iím outside somewhere that looks similar to Midtown, but I think more residential. From a third person perspective I am watching Donald Trump and his advisor jogging. It seems his Ďadvisorí is trying to keep up with him. Now, I am jogging with them. His pace is fast, and I think of his old age. We turn a corner and head down a straight away. For some reason I imagine someone attempting assassination and how itíd be easy right here; I donít think he currently has any protection. Now, I am home (the house seems unfamiliar) and I hear some activity in the doorway. Thereís a member of the press just inside the door, interacting with someone just out of sight outside the door. He steps into view - itís Donald Trump. I think Iím naked and/or donít want him to see me yet, so I hop into the Ďshowerí, which is actually the refrigerator. I shut the door and just barely fit in here - I think doorís actually still open just a bit. Pressed up against the sides of this Ďfridgeí with nothing but me in it, I donít recall my Ďshowerí being this small. I turn the water on and it comes out cold.




      I must be performing auto fellatio. I am alone in an almost pitch black
      space, feeling the sensations of both giving and receiving oral. It is slow and passionate.




      Iím in a store with Mom. she points out a case of beer - itís all of the World Beer Cup gold winners. The white case is probably almost as long as me and I think $15. Though I know it would be a good choice, I just donít really want to get it.

      Updated 07-11-2020 at 05:28 AM by 95084

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    3. Thursday, July 2

      by , 07-04-2020 at 11:44 PM
      I am working outside at Grassroots. The space doesnít actually look like what we have; itís more of an open dirt space with some tables, tents, and boxes, and I donít see the store in the background. Iím sitting under a smaller shade tent, making a card. I mustíve put glue on the front, because Iíve poured quite a bit of sprinkles (pinks, whites, and purples) on and am shaking it slightly so theyíll settle and coat the front. Before I can finish, Ben comes over and asks if I want to learn Ďthe fireí. I say yes, setting the card down and getting up to follow him. Heís not wearing a mask, so I am able to see his face. Thereís a fairly large fire pit with a stainless steel ring around it that they use to do some kind of work. Iím not sure weíve done anything yet, when everyone sits around the pit for lunch. I think that someone here makes lunch for those what want it but that about half of everyone has brought food. I have a grocery bag full of smaller bags of food items that is resting on my feet dangling over the edge of the pit. The pit is maybe ten feet across and thereís probably ten to twelve of us. I notice the different extents of mask wearing. Most donít wear one, allowing me to see some faces for the first time. I wonder, but am not worried, about us all being this close. No one else seems to mind either. At some point, I am by Zoe. She is pretty close to me, and I notice how sheís wearing a thin, light blue bandanna over just her nose. Iím not sure how this is even done; there seems to be a twist in it - itís coming from the side - that allows it to barely hang on. Iím thinking that it makes no sense and is bold for her. She happily tells me not to worry, that I Ďwonít be getting her air.í Iím not sure.




      Iím approaching what seems to be a very hipster restaurant. It looks like Midtown, and I think Iím with two others (not sure who). Thereís a section of outdoor seating that is a small triangle, the side of which is a thick, split rail fence. The picnic style seating is overcrowded with lots of black band shirts and long, greasy hair - that kind of crowd. We go in and are seated now. Our waiter is friendly. Looking through the menu of two to three pages, I decide that the place is overpriced. Thereís a Ďdogí (hot dog?) something for $20. At the top of the menu, it says something to the effect of: If something doesnít come with a side, weíll try to come up with something else. I notice a menu item that I think is some kind of pasta that I like for a reasonable ($12-13) price. The waiter sees me looking and says yes, it means what I think it does. Iím not sure I even asked him. He says part of it means salad or something about a salad. I think he brings out beer now. I am putting a bottle cap into an orange, plastic ring where it snaps into place. It looks like the plastic rings for a six pack of cans, but small enough to fit bottle caps instead. I think about possibly getting some beer on draft too because I see two guys at a counter with a pint of lighter beer each. They look younger and, for whatever reason, like theyíre from California (they look extremely average, though). Thereís a blond guy sitting alone further down this long bench. He is small but buff. Heís wearing jeans or overalls and a tight shirt. I think heís talking on the phone and he sounds absolutely vapid. For some reason, I think heís Ďtypical Reno.í




      Iím in a large, opulent house on a hill where I know Jim, Rhianna, and Ella are staying (I donít think I ever think of John - itís almost like before he was born?). Thereís something about a storm heading this way, over the nearby ocean. Iím looking for everyone, but they all seem to be taking a shower. I think Ella and Rhianna are in the same one or at least the same bathroom. I go into a dark bedroom and open the bathroom to see a dim light on and hear the shower with low water pressure running over a person. I know Jim is in there, so I wonder why all these lights are out.




      Iím with Melissa, and weíve ended up at Dadís house. This house is actually very large and opulent. I think weíre on the second floor, in the spacious kitchen with marble counters and nice wood cabinets. I smell something good and then notice a plate of barbecue chicken. We now decide that, on second thought, the smell is not that good. Dad now shows up; I didnít know he was here.
    4. Monday, June 29

      by , 06-30-2020 at 06:25 AM
      I am walking in Momís neighborhood when I notice an old lady staring at me from behind the wooden fence around her yard. Sheís wearing sunglasses, some kind of hat, and I think a mask. Despite all this obscuration, I can tell that sheís older (maybe also because I think sheís wearing a sweat suit). As I walk, I look back, turn, and flip her off with both middle fingers. I donít think I expected a reaction, but I can tell itís really set her off. I think she wants to come out and fight me. I can see her starting to go through the house to come out here. I think about taking a right at this street, but think Iíll be highly visible. I hear her shouting in the house for someone to come get me and/or call the cops. Instead, I turn around and head through some marshy area with a walking path through it. I run across a white bridge that is a contrast to the dim water and marshy greenery. This seems to happen in slow motion, and I have time to notice how beautiful this scene is. I think that I should remember it so it might have an effect on my dreams or something similar. I think thereís one more bridge but also that Iíll have to walk through the water at some point. I think Iím wearing slippers? Earlier I also noticed how I was wearing fairly bright colored clothes. I think the police may be close.




      Iím with Melissa on what seems to be a small porch? Itís really more of a small, flat protrusion from the side of a house, with mesh sidings and top. Itís just big enough for us two and I think the bottom of it is some kind of padding. All of it is black. We seem to be fairly high up and overlooking a long beach. I think weíre both naked. My head is close to between her legs, and I start going down on her. She crawls on top of me and I continue.
    5. Saturday, June 27

      by , 06-30-2020 at 05:59 AM
      I am walking outside somewhere, I think with Dad and one other around my age. The landscape is of a desert, but not really the Nevada desert (maybe more like Arizona). We come upon the start of a small creek, literally the spot where it is coming up through the ground. It then increases in size until within only a few yards itís become turgid. In the places where the water is still, I notice how it is a bright, opaque turquoise. It is very striking on the brown and sparse green. We follow this river until it leads to an opening in a slight hillside. The opening then becomes a natural tunnel, maybe 20 feet across and 20 feet high. The river has carved its spot along the bottom and we walk a few feet higher than it, along a path set into the left hand side. As I walk, I push some of the soil down on the right side of the path, as it feels unsturdy. We now begin to think that thisíll lead to Mexico, which makes us think this is a drug smuggling tunnel, which causes us to turn around and leave with some vigor and fear, lest we get caught here.




      I am in the bathroom of some public place (or maybe a private place, but where others would be using this bathroom). The room is plain and white. Lifting the toilet lid, I see someone hasnít flushed. I do so and am revolted when the feces refuses to move, let alone flush. The single piece is impossibly large, probably almost a foot long and a few inches high. I am again revolted when I remember that itís mine. I prod it with an object but it will not break apart.




      I am outside with some unfamiliar boy about my age or younger. I think that he looks Asian, but he tells me heís an exchange student from Ethiopia. The landscape is desert and weíre outside of an empty looking storefront that seems to be the only thing around. He makes a comment about the heat, either that itís a lot more or less than Ethiopia.
      *I think this mightíve been before the first dream/he was the other person in it.
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    6. Tuesday, June 23

      by , 06-26-2020 at 06:15 AM
      I am outside and in some body of water, maybe a small lake. There is a stone wall that I and some others are jumping into the water from. I think it or part of it is mostly submerged though? Now, Iím looking at a stone arch - like a doorway - with a tree behind it. There is an older man who climbs the arch and then starts climbing the tree too. I guess heís going to be jumping from up there. Now I think thereís something about him getting stuck and falling. I see him lying on the ground.




      I am about to play a game with a guy about my age who is unfamiliar to me. I know that this is a 200 year rivalry? and so I become somewhat anxious. The guy is darker skinned and much heavier than me, which worries me. The game begins now, and itís like air hockey, except on the ground and with a stone? puck a foot or two across. We can only use our feet to move it, and I grasp the siding of the small arena for more force. I easily score goal after goal until I think thereís no way heíll be able to come back.
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    7. Sunday, June 21

      by , 06-24-2020 at 04:56 AM
      Iím on a walk. I get to the edge of a driveway, where a Black man has met and is talking to a white, male police officer. I get the impression he has come down here so the officer wonít go on his property. Now, another Black man comes out and does the same thing. The officer leaves amicably and then the first man turns to me and starts handing me some cash, a few crisp bills. He has short hair and seems very genuine. I think itís a few 20s and I donít even know what itís for, so I say no, I canít take it. The second man, with shoulder length dreads and baggier clothes, tries doing the same, and I think I give in. I think at the beginning of this, I put on headphones to listen to a Tedeschi Trucks Band show (the song was ĎLaugh About Ití into a drum segment). The weather was cooler - I had pants and a long sleeve. I was walking on the right side of the roads [sic] as two girls were coming towards me. I noticed a car coming from behind them and from behind me as I had to go around them to the left, thinking it would leave very little room for the cars.




      Iím walking into a store with Sage. I think itís a reptile or animal store. On the left, I notice three tanks on stands thatíve been covered with a black film or cover. Two older ladies working here say hi and then I think profile or customer service me. This irritates me as we walk into a larger back room, Sage way ahead of me.




      Iím on a walk and have ended up on what looks like a sandy hillside that overlooks a beach and the ocean? It is sunset and the thick and vivid layers of deep reds and oranges are absolutely beautiful. There is some kind of electronic trance music playing and it makes for a very ethereal moment. Iím now down on the beach and there are a bunch of people dancing to the music. The sunset is the background, but there are also strobe lights. I think I start dancing.





      Granny has died, but I feel comforted knowing that she had the opportunity to say bye to everyone and also that she came to me in a dream (*this seemed very real, and I was recalling pretty much exactly our visit with her yesterday).
    8. Sunday, June 14

      by , 06-16-2020 at 11:41 PM
      I am outside with some people from work. From where we are, we can see downtown. It is fairly far away, but close enough to make out one building from another. There is a sense of something happening or about to happen. I say ĎI want some actioní and then start to regret my words as what looks and sounds like fireworks starts going off among all the buildings. I realize they are not fireworks, but explosions, their thick grey clouds lingering. I think weíll be safe out here, until I hear and see mini explosions approaching rapidly in a straight line. I see they are actually shots fired from a helicopter. They pass close enough that were the line of them a few feet closer they easily wouldíve taken us out. Kyle from work casually says not to go downtown for a while. She says that the people there have guns and will be fighting back. I think Mom is downtown and I am flooded with worry, imagining all the carnage.




      I am at what I think is Disneyland with Melissa and her mom. There is a tiny parking lot, an ĎLí shape with maybe 12 spaces, where at least one person has parked between two spaces. I think I comment on this. Now I am parking a small motorized something that I stand upon. I reverse and nose back in a few times, trying to get it perfectly straight. Her mom tells me Ďthatís probably good.í There is some dense green foliage around the lot and I think around a small body of water.
    9. Friday, June 12

      by , 06-16-2020 at 11:39 PM
      Iím going with Makayla to get her hair cut. We are at what looks like an apartment complexís outdoor pool. There may be some others here. Makayla sits in a chair near the water, and it is Tess what shows up to cut her hair. Iím aware that my hairís getting a little long, and I wonder if she'll trim it really quick. It doesnít seem like sheís going to. I think my hair is quite longer than I ever keep it, maybe a few inches all around. It feels coarse.
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    10. Monday, June 8

      by , 06-14-2020 at 04:31 AM
      I am in a bookstore (that looks pretty similar to Grassroots). I notice Susan Tedeschi in an area by a large window. She has a small group of people around her and is singing to them. Everyone is moving along to the music and having a good time, but I notice that a lot of the, Susan included, are frequently yawning (I also notice Seth from work). I know this isnít because theyíre bored, but because itís late. Now, I think I am looking around and notice about six DVDs on an end cap. I grab one of the bottom ones; it is a House of Leaves movie that Iím not sure I knew existed. I think the front has a picture of a house, small and simple. The back has a picture of the house, I think from the other side, further away. In the foreground is a Ďwomaní., I think back against a fence. Her head is definitely that of a human, but her body looks to be the body of a spider. It is proportionate, which is unsettling, I guess because it is something that should not be that exists so doubtlessly. I get the sense that the one half of her body is mirrored from the other. She is blond and though her face currently seems to be screaming or twisted in anguish, it is attractive. The whole image is tinted red and is subtly but acutely disturbing. There is a small group around me and one asks me to describe the plot of House of Leaves. I hesitate, not really wanting to, then give in. I say it is about a family that moves into a house, where everything goes fine until one day they discover a door that didnít exist before. I seem to not remember much of the plot and leave it at this. My speech is slow and descriptive and more confident than I thought itíd be.




      Iím outside somewhere (a beach?) with some people from work. Someone has asked me and Seth?to move some TV screens off of a table. This plastic folding table is very close to the water. We procrastinate until I see Rosy walking some people over here. I think theyíre why they needed to be moved, so we do it really quick. Iím now sitting across from Lauren at a picnic style table. Iím cognizant of how weíre not Ď6 feetí away. The background is of tall pine trees and a twilight? sky. An owl flies around; I lay down, extend my leg straight up, and try to get it to land on the bottom of my foot.
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    11. Wednesday, June 3

      by , 06-11-2020 at 05:12 AM
      I am outside of some house, I think with Makayla. This house seems somewhat large and removed from everything else. Weíre on the bank of a small, slow flowing river that reflects the sky and surrounding foliage. We notice what looks like the top of the head of a crocodile slowly drifting from one side to the other. I think Makayla wants to call someone about it. Now, we see that it is just the head, like itís a fossil or something. I look at the reflections and think about coming out here to swim during sunrise. I go inside now - I think Iím staying here for some period of time. I go into a bathroom that seems to be one of the first rooms in here. I sit on the toilet - the only thing in here - and notice that the room is bigger than most bedrooms. The floor seems to be a light blue linoleum, and it stretches horizontally in relation to the toilet. There are three doors, to my left and right and behind me; all are open. I notice Melissa through the left one. She is sitting and slowly drops her bra strap to show me her boob. She then crawls over, naked, and I think tells me sexual things. I am naked too.
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    12. Thursday, May 14

      by , 05-16-2020 at 05:14 AM
      Brittney is looking to rent a house with me since I think I have expressed that Iím looking. Sheís wasted no time, and we are pulling up at the house. This house looks more like a school building it is so large. There are two separate buildings, the smaller of which we are parking directly in front of. The main building is off to the left a bit. I think this one in front of the ~4 parking spaces must be a guest house. Both are of a darker brown wood, angular and modern but not gaudy. From this parking spot I can see up into a space in the main building. It looks like a giant pool room. The walls are an antique looking white stone and vast; the ceiling is thirty or so feet high. The far wall has a large mirror that reflects a chandelier. I am taken with it and take a quick picture. We now go inside to tour the place. There is a middle aged black lady wearing some kind of headwrap who has 1-2 boys and is still currently living here. This house has an absurd amount of rooms, but they are all decorated modestly. It is almost an odd juxtaposition to the opulence of the house itself. I begin looking at rooms more thoroughly. I notice a few bathtubs. One room has a circular nook and tub with currently drawn curtains, which I like. It seems this entire room is just for the bathtub. There is an area that looks like a hallway, except it dead ends at a wall with a small, square window.it is inclined at 10 degrees or so, yet there is a long, dark wood dining table. Intrigued at this, I pull a chair out to envision how this would or wouldnít work. I notice the lady watching me down at the other end and become self conscious, but sheís probably thinking itís good that Iím involved/invested. I know that she is going to bed soon (even though I think itís only around 9pm) so I quickly look at one more room (a bedroom with a walk-in closet and tub - almost like Dadís) and we leave. I think the plan is for it to be me, Melissa, Brittney, Carlos, and Kestlie, so the rent will be manageable.




      Iím on what looks like an apartment balcony with Laynie and I think Melissa and Laynieís mom. Laynieís baby is here too, only about six inches tall and playing around on Laynieís shoulder. Laynie is completely topless, which strikes no one as odd, if we even really notice. The kid goes to give me a high five and I raise my hand to where she canít possibly reach, then bring it to rest on Laynieís shoulder because it is the closest thing. I think for a second we both thought I almost set it on her breast and both make a jokingly relieved face.




      Iím up on a rocky outcropping on a hill, right at the crest of where a small river/stream becomes a sort of flume. It seems natural, but I think there are three different channels of stone. There are two other men here, somewhat older than me and Asian, I think. We are finding certain stones to send down the flume. These stones are tan and somewhat translucent (kind of a tan quartz) and they float. Iím breaking them off a larger section of stone, I think having more trouble finding the right ones than they are. I think they float down to a town and then do something. It seems dark out.
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    13. Sunday, May 10

      by , 05-13-2020 at 10:01 PM
      Iím going to go to Melissaís after work, I think for Valentineís day. After Iím done (not sure where) I walk to the house, which seems close. The house is very upscale, large, and with lots of stone. When I get inside I discover that all of the lights are out, so I figure everyone is sleeping. It was light outside but it is near pitch black inside. I start down a foyer or hallway, which is the only place with even a hint of natural light filtering in. I go through a living room and stumble into a couch, then use it to guide myself. Despite my slight miscalculation on the couch, I seem to know exactly where to go. Now, Iím in the backseat of a car in the garage here. Melissa is in the driverís seat, Alex in the passengerís. Iím thinking that theyíre just getting back from somewhere, but theyíre actually going out to see the sunset. The garage door is open and behind me I can see the sunset through some trees and houses. The sun looks halfway sunken on the horizon, shrouded in oranges, yellows, and thin clouds. I end up telling Melissa that I didnít bring an extra pair of clothes but that I might not worry about going to get some tonight since Iíll be going home in the morning. I tell her Iíve barely worn this shirt and that the shorts are fine too (*I think I am envisioning the same clothes I was wearing at her house yesterday). She makes a comment about the underwear still being the same. We are walking around this neighborhood and pass what looks like Scott with a much younger Shannon and I think a small dog. I end up at a swimming pool with an infant (about six months old and mine). Iím swimming at the shallow edge and the boy is up on the tile. Iím not being negligent though; I am watching him. There are about two women here, and heís playing with one of their iced drink Starbucks cups. I have him bring it to her and he does. Heís cute and weíre all laughing and smiling. He looks very similar to me as a child that age.
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    14. Friday, April 17

      by , 04-22-2020 at 09:13 PM
      I am sitting around a table with Kreg, opposite me, and about eight or so other students. One guy goes first and hardly says anything about his project (I see a fairly simple but not bad looking rectangular model). The group reaction seems very neutral, as there wasnít much to comment on. I am then volunteered to go next. I tell then Iím doing a beach or riverside area. I say I guess itís not actually much of a beach, but just a riverside area. Iím imagining a decent sized river slowly flowing through a fairly forested area. I show the group an early model for a chair that is completely geometric, with a large back and a triangular seat. I then show a revised version that is simpler and closer to a traditional chair form. Johnny humorously asks if I actually like the first chair. I say yes and that I like cubism. He chuckles and it looks like heís going to pull something up on his phone to show me. I now notice a pint sized stein half full of light colored beer on a coaster amidst my stuff. I think others notice it too, and I become embarrassed yet still start drinking out of it after Iím done presenting.
    15. Thursday, April 9

      by , 04-13-2020 at 12:36 AM
      I am in some small store with Melissa (it looks like a convenience store or something). I notice a shoplifter and become annoyed with her. I eventually go up to her and start cussing at her. A customer here sees whatís going on and actually joins me. There was also something about Melissa being underwater in a small pool of clear water. I noticed her pale skin glimmering, and I think I was picking up pebbles from the bottom and placing them on her supine body.
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