AstronomyDomine

I am driving with my son along a city street. Out on the horizon, looming majestically beyond the skyline are Jupiter and Saturn, side by side. Their spheres are massive and the whole sky is filled with their radiance. They exude a golden sparkle. Pink Floyd's "Astronomy Domine" begins playing. We stop the car to look at them through a telescope. I adjust the telescope's focus to get them as clear as I can and then I stand aside to let my son take a look. These displays of cosmic luminaries in our stratosphere are a common dream sign, especially when they occur over water. Fade out.

I am in another city now (Dallas), but my son is no longer with me. I am wandering the streets and attempting to have various homosexual encounters with strangers. Before the encounters can begin, however, a biker always appears. He is off his motorcycle and just following me around. He has a big beard and looks homeless. I yell at him to go away. As he reluctantly departs he gives me a sad look. When I try to have another homosexual encounter, the same thing happens: the biker appears before anything can be initiated. The second time he leaves, I decide to follow him.

I follow him to his bike, which has a ladder fastened to it. I discover that he and his wife are roofers from Austin and they travelled up to Dallas with their ladder to work a hailstorm. I follow him back to a house where I see a boy with no shirt. I try to sew him a shirt, but he won't stand still long enough for me to complete it. And so I chase him. He has a toy gun and a bow without an arrow. He aims his arrowless bow at me and laughs. At that moment, a woman comes out of the house and tells me to "just grab the little sonofabitch, 'cause that's what he is".

Back inside the house they are putting hundreds of Lincoln Logs together. The house has a peculiar smell, like new plastic toys and fresh cedar. We sit at a table and discuss what we're going to make the kids for dinner. I feel good being with this family. I suddenly remember my attempts to have a homosexual encounter, and how I spoke rudely to the biker, and I feel shameful. I now consider them my friends, and want to be accepted by them. Dreamt 12/13/2016

I am in a building that resembles a doctor's office. I recognize a woman in it; she reminds me of an an old neighbor I once had. In the dream my construction company replaced her roof, or was preparing to replace it. While looking at her, my cell phone butt-dials a lady named Audrey. Audrey does not know me. I tell her that we had discussed my company possibly replacing her roof from all the recent storm damage. I go through my sales presentation with her (this is an actual sales presentation I had been working on in real life), and eventually gain her confidence and close the deal over the phone.

Now that the deal was closed, we begin discussing personal information. We exchange ages (in the dream I am 52 and she is 67). It suddenly dawns on me that I know this woman personally...and intimately. She then materializes before me and I recognize her face from another dream where we had had sex. I pick her up in my arms and carry her over to a table. When I put her down she is naked and stiff, like a corpse. Dreamt 12/11/2016

I am at a Toyota dealership with my wife and our niece. We are looking to see what it would cost to fix the back of the driver's seat where my son had scuffed it up with his shoes. The salesman quoted me an outrageous price. It made me very angry. I was scowling as I sat there listening to him, and I noticed Ashley (my niece) was scowling too. The salesman noticed how upset I was and made mention of it. He said, "You don't need to scowl, sir." This admonishment pissed me off even more. I stood up from the table, furious. I told him I had enough money to buy the entire dealership if I wanted, and that I made more money last month than he probably did for the past five years in total sales commissions. Fade out.

I am now in another room at the dealership speaking with a lady who handles their HR stuff. She is on the phone with the general manager. She hands me the phone and says the GM would like to speak with me. I take the receiver. The GM says he is willing to give me a "great deal" on the Prius. He then asks me if my vehicle had any hail damage. After we hang up, the HR lady tells me the GM is just like me -- a racist who doesn't like people. Dreamt 12/10/2016

My bedroom is filled with bright light. I am looking for my dream journal and pen. I am rummaging through the nightstand drawer beside my bed but can't locate them. My wife is asleep beside me and I'm trying not wake her. A clock on the nightstand says "32" in red digits. A classic dream sign, but I don't catch it. I get out of bed and flip a switch on the wall. It turns on the TV. I thought this was odd, but it still wasn't enough to register lucidity. The large window by the French doors leading to the bathroom is wide open, with bright light radiating into the bedroom. White curtains hang tied up and motionless on the inside. I notice the light on the outside goes off when I turn the lights off in the room. I'm still looking for my DJ; I need to jot down a dream within a dream.

At this point I sense Marissa stirring in bed. I am laying beside her again. All the commotion with me getting up and turning on the TV and rummaging through the drawer has disturbed her. She is waking up now. As she sits up bed, I too awaken. I am in my bed, the room is dark and familiar, and my wife is sleeping soundly beside me. I do several reality checks to confirm I am no longer dreaming. Dreamt 12/7/2016