I'm in an inside area which resembles the central area of Serrano. My awareness begins to raise on it's own and I begin to realize I'm in a dream and become lucid. I float toward the glass doors in front of me and float outside. There's an area outside with a lot of plants/foliage around and a body of water in the middle which a appears to be a pool with another section adjoined to it. I have the thought of raising awareness and consider asking the dream to ramp up clarity. I decide against this and resolve to simply use my own ability to increase awareness. I take in the scene and float around a bit. I make my way back inside after 30 seconds or so and take in the visuals of the inside area. There's what appears to be a kitchen with a larger island in the middle which is lighter in color. There is a another room connected in an open concept. The dream soon fades.
I'm in the front of the house in M street and get a sense that something is a bit off - that it's not quite waking reality. I begin to jump a few times and eventually lift off and become lucid. I fly toward the front of the house and head outside and take in the snowy scene. I fly up a bit higher and notice three younger males walking to the right, toward the neighbor's house. I turn around toward the house and head to the second story. I see a figure of my mom's face peer through a window. I avoid it and fly to the right of the house. I sense that my brother is inside the room in front of me, yet continue to fly around the corner. I make my way to the side of the house and descend. The ground then carves out to reveal the entire side of the house with the basement section revealed. I dip down into this area, yet ascend once again, raiding to the second story. I see a charicature version of my dream self in this area. I see the figure through the large window against revealing the bedroom which takes up the majority of the side wall. The 'dream me' appears to be sleeping yet with eyes mostly open. He/Me then points to an area behind me, then points again emphatically with eyes going wider. I ask if I should head in that direction and it appears to be affirmed by the figure's gesture. I turn and fly in that direction, assuming the dream goal of my dream sanctuary may be found in that direction. I notice that there is foliage, mostly just bushes which are all very light in color - almost white. I head fly in this direction and the dream begins to lose a bit of its stability. As the dream becomes whiter, it appears almost as though I'm flying through clouds. Figuring that the dream may fade, I imagine that I'm flying through clouds to the sanctuary and make close to swimming movements with my arms. Gradually I come back to waking reality.
I am going to meet someone off Facebook Marketplace for a toothbrush. I drive to what looks like behind the dentist and dollar store on N. Hills Blvd and then turn right onto a dirt road. There are a few dirt roads back here (where a neighborhood is in real life). After traveling slightly uphill for a few minutes, I end up in a parking lot. There’s a maroon van waiting; I see multiple faces (a family) and know this must be the person. Pulling up next to it, I roll down my window … do the same. She, a middle aged Hispanic woman, holds out the toothbrush and some money with a smile. I take the toothbrush but not the money. I tell them I can’t take their money for this.
I am staying in some hotel. There is a main bedroom and a smaller one as well as a bathroom or two. The walls are an older style of wood paneling. In the smaller bedroom, there are kids clothes in the closet and other things about, as if someone’s just cleared the visible areas. I now realize that I’m staying in someone’s house. I call Melissa and tell her this. I also end up talking to the owner - she seems like a middle aged, single mom with a kid of 5 or so. She’s said that he’s just going to do one activity and then the room will be all clean. She is nice and genuine, so I feel bad about staying here. I’m now looking at the view of the horizon from here. There are rocky peaks in the distance and beautiful green land in the foreground. A glowing, orange sunset makes for an inspiring scene. I tell her it reminds me of Frenchmans back home. I’m walking through New York City, trying to find a restaurant. I’m in what feels like a really long indoor strip mall. I get glimpses of the city street outside and end up walking through all of it more than once.
Brittney is showing me and Melissa her new apartment/house - I forget which she refers to it as. It looks more like an apartment complex, though maybe only one level. She has a neighbor to the right, the front doors right next to each other. I have a dog bone? and for some reason think it belongs to this neighbor. Trying the door and finding it unlocked, I quickly open it, set the bone inside, and close it. It was dark in there but I also think someone was in there, at a desk facing the wall. We go into Brittney’s now. I think she’s referred to it as a one bedroom, and it is. It is just a white, square room. It has … and two large beds, each in a corner to the left. I don’t notice a kitchen or a bathroom.
I’m on what seems to be a trip with my coworkers. The building we’re in doesn’t seem like a hotel, but more like a hostel or large house. I am going to have to share a bed with Jessica and Brad, not by choice, but by design. Right now, it feels late and like I can’t sleep. I start walking around and notice a faint glow to the lighting, like it might be very early morning. I decide to just take a shower and get ready for the day, thinking about how the shower situation will probably be backed up. (This next part may be part of the same dream, or a different one). I’m looking for a place to take a shower and end up in what looks like a very plain theater (stone walls and steps and no adornments). Some lady tells me there are showers up at the top and I’ll just have to use it in front of everyone and that we’ll become close if we already aren’t. I picture myself naked, showering up there.
I am outside somewhere - outdoor seating at a restaurant? - with some unfamiliar adults and C.J. Box (he doesn’t look like he does in real life). There is going to be an author event at work with him. He has a calm demeanor and is very laid-back and down to earth. Melissa is here too. He asks how much I read, to which I reply with a chuckle and a “a lot.” Melissa adds that I come home and “[something as a term for burning through books]”, miming me opening a book for humorous effect. He chuckles. Now, him and I are in the backyard of a house. It seems very … we’re sitting on a picnic style table, for … my dogs are here (they don’t look the same?). I ask him if he reads or writes more.
I am in some bathroom, sweeping its floor. There are a ton of yellow pollen. There is a mat on the floor and some are getting swept under it, causing a bigger problem. I don’t know how I’m going to get rid of all of this.
I’m at Dad’s house. There was also a scene (in this dream, before this?) of it being very snowy and me trying to find my way here by walking. I was with Alex and Sierra. In this house, I check out the rooms, amazed by how different they are from what they were. There is hardwood floor (as if there wasn’t already), painted walls - a light blue in one bedroom - and shutters on the windows. I open the door to what was Makayla’s room. There are two younger boys, brothers?, on the small bed. Another bedroom, not even the master, has a bathroom complete with a closet and laundry area where there are three new looking, silver units. In this room is a teenage boy.
I am in a house with Melissa. (I think it is ‘our’ house in the dream, though it doesn’t look at all like our real house). This house is smaller and simple, size-wise it seems like a two bed, one bath. I’m in the front yard/entryway right now and it too is simply landscaped and clean. There is a tiny, empty stone river bed between this property and the neighbor’s. I think I am in the yard now, and I have removed the sun from the sky. It is as simple as it sounds, and I simply hold it in the house, a sphere of no temperature, exactly the shape and color that it appears from Earth. Now, I’m back outside and with Stella and floating up into the sky. I’m high enough to … roof of the house when I will myself to go higher. I think this is the highest I’ve ever managed to go. I see Maggie down on the lawn. Back on the ground now, I return the sun to the overcast sky. I hold it … I retrieved it from and a soft magnetic pull takes it the rest of the way. I’m in what feels like a night club that is kind of out in the middle of nowhere. There’s a group of people waiting to go in. When we do go in, I notice how dingy the place is. The floors are sticky and all of the handwritten drinks on the walls sound unappealing. All I can think is that I have no desire to drink here and that this is not my idea of a fun time. There are also some booths here, where I sit with some unfamiliar people. One of the ladies humorously uses my middle name - Ryan James? We are going to order BBQ.
I’m with Melissa, in our house. I think we are about to go on a trip. I know it has been raining lately, and I’ve noticed a tiny crack in the ceiling that wasn’t always there. Now when I look again it is even longer and deeper. I show Melissa, and by the time she comes over it is bigger yet and the outlined portion looks unsteady. We watch as it slowly cracks more and the now giant chunk falls out of our ceiling and onto the couch. (The layout of the house feels similar but maybe arranged in the opposite direction - like the couch, and with even higher ceilings. It seems dim). Dumbstruck, I go over to it and look unbelievingly into the exposed attic. I touch the portion on the couch, as if I’m just going to put it back. It has a texture exactly like wet paint. I don’t know why it would be wet. I don’t know what to do or how much this is going to cost. I’m in what feels like a different state, at what looks like a BBQ food truck. I’m with some others who order first. I’ve barely had time to look when I’m up. I tell the man I’ll just have a combo plate and ask what his favorites are. He enthusiastically tells me, and I agree to them. Now, I’m reparking my car here. I go down a very small hill, which the spots surround. I back my car up, aiming between two parked cars. I do a really bad job and back into one of them because I haven’t straightened out enough. I don’t think there’s any damage, so I just fix it. I also end up making art for this guy (over a period of time) in exchange for food
I am in some neighborhood. The houses are similar looking, though each with their own personality, set a ways from each other, maybe a couple lots worth between each, though not rigidly so. They are mobile home size or smaller, all a little dilapidated. The roads seem to be dirt and the terrain is a slight hill. I don’t notice any trees. There is something about this whole scene that gives me an uneasy feeling. Now I am in one of these houses. I’m in its tiny living room, and I think there are only two other rooms off of this one. I think that I am or will be moving here? I’m getting deja vu from this space - something about it looks a lot like my childhood home and it recalls bad things that happened there.
Melissa has driven us into what looks like a very small parking garage. Carlos is in the backseat; I’m leaving them here and then driving her car back. They get out now and I go to take the front seat, but something makes me feel like I should be following them right now, so I start to do so. Her dad now shows up and darts walking with them, much faster than he actually does. He asks me if I was just dropping them off and I take the hint, going back to the car. This car looks like a more mid size car and it doesn’t look like there’s a lot of room to get out either.
I am in some room with Kestlie, Melissa, and Makayla? Kestlie has bought me (for my birthday?) a plastic tray of what looks like brownies but what is actually magic mushrooms spores in foil. I begin eating out of it, and end up finishing the entire thing. I guess the taste was either good or unremarkable. We start talking about what it actually was, and I realize I’ve made a mistake. I worry that I’ve wasted this entire thing and wonder if Kestlie will be mad. I also wonder about any effects these might have in my stomach.
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