non-lucid

1. I am wandering around a dark, indoor mall. I feel very confident as I walk around. I enter a men's restroom and pass a long line of urinals against the wall. It occurs to me I've entered into a military-style latrine. A line of naked men stand against a far wall waiting to use the urinals. Everyone is naked, and I notice I am naked too. All the men are black, and when I pull my out my dick and start pissing I notice I am black too. I piss in my urinal and I piss in my neighbor's urinal as well. My dick is huge and the urine flow coming from it is very strong and forceful, like a pressurized fire hose. I step back and spray the urinals from a distance. I have vitiligo on my big black dick, the same as the guy across from me. He is very muscular and also has vitiligo on his hands and knees.

2. I am in a swamp with a buddy of mine. It soon becomes clear we have trespassed onto a protected government wetland preserve. We continue to trudge through the swamp together. I see a crocodile up ahead; green, slender with lots of long teeth. It heads toward us -- we scamper away and try to get to dry land, running very fast. I have a jacket and a shirt, shotgun and pistol. There is a sign on the barbed-wire fence that says we are in a "nuclear holding ground for trespassers". I frantically toss my jacket up over the razor wire to get away. Recall fades. Dreamt 3/25/17

1. Mr. F___ (a man I worked with at the funeral home) is showing me one of his checks on payday. The actual amount is legible in the dream: $1,502.38. As in IRL he is telling me stories non-stop. He is former military and I can see his discharge DD214 paperwork clearly, and in particular the exact date his service ended: 1 NOV 57 and in the dream I calculate the math to twelve years before I was born (IRL it's thirteen years to the day). As I calculate the math, he tells me a story about how he got in trouble when he was in the Air Force by overstuffing toilet paper in the barracks latrine. When someone tried to flush it the thing backfired and everyone had to evacuate. He laughed jollily as he told me this. While he is laughing I'm thinking about how old he looks. His face is bright red.

2. I am in a pawn shop trying out a red Charvel guitar. The pawn shop employees are all impressed and watching me as I jam out. As it turns out, this pawn shop is on an airplane and we are flying over a gargantuan swimming pool. When we land on the on the other side of the pool I am still holding the guitar and notice the headstock is huge. I consider purchasing it. The pawnshop owner tells me a story of a girl who was thinking of buying a guitar, but in the end decided not to make the purchase. As result she ended up paying even more for the guitar when she later decided to buy it. I listened intently as he tried to persuade me to buy it. In the dream, money was no issue. But, still, I was not 100% sold on getting it.

3. I was listening to the beginning of the Sgt. Pepper Reprise song, where the drum beat comes in after the 1-2-3-4 count off. I remarked to someone in the dream, "Paul McCartney is a genius.." Dreamt 3/16/17

I am with a group of people in a white, antiseptic room which resembles a morgue. We are all funeral professionals and somehow related to each other. We are working with cremation merchandise and there is an older, balding man in charge. We are putting urns in cardboard boxes. The balding guy in charge wants me to "wrap" the urns. I'm not sure what he means by that. I wonder if he wants me to clean the ashes out of them from the inside, but then I realize he just wants me to put them in boxes. He says to "wrap" 18 of them. I leave the room to look for 18 urns.

(Frag) Now I am on a school bus (looking for the urns perhaps?) and I see my niece and her daughter on an escalator. My niece is dressed up very nicely, which is odd because she hardly ever looks nice. He daughter trails behind her. They are going up on the elevator. I can hear her daughter's voice very distinctly, and when she speaks her words are shown as subtitles on a large screen attached to a wall. It is like they are acting in a foreign film. My niece tells her daughter something and her daughter complains, "No mommy, I am old enough..." and my niece, not wanting to fight with her, turns back around and shakes her head. I think she wanted her daughter to stand closer to her on the elevator.

I am now in a school, walking down the hallways, still searching for the urns. I am wearing a baseball cap that makes me feel very confident. I think to myself as I stand tall and walk briskly: "I am adult with authority. I am above all the kids in this school. They are not allowed to wear caps while in this school, but I can!" Dreamt 3/15/17

I am in a posh high-rise penthouse I share with a person who is throwing a party. At this party there are lots of people and stately granite tables and everyone is staying late. I am in another room, trying to fall asleep but can't because of all the commotion. I look out my window and see a woman across the way, in another high-rise. Her window is open. She is laying in her bed and reading. I know her from school. I like to watch her before I close my blinds at night. I feel lonely despite the lively party happening outside my room. I leave my room and go into the kitchen. The person with whom I share the penthouse notices me in the kitchen and begins to wrap the party up. Nobody talks to me. I sit by the fridge and observe everyone leave.

When everyone is gone I go back to my room and look over at the girl again through my window. A man is now in bed with her. I close my blinds and wonder if they noticed me watching them. I go back to my door and open it halfway and peek out into the room beyond it. Some people (my neighbors?) are seated at a table eating dinner. I see the backs of their heads. They are eating in the dark. I feel homesick and forlorn, the way I felt when I moved away from home for the first time when I went to college in Boston. It seems everyone but me has someone to be with and something to do.

The dream disjoints and now I am watching an interview on TV, where a man who looks like Chief Inspector Dreyfuss from The Pink Panther is being asked questions. I watch the entire interview and only at the end recognize him as the man with whom I share the apartment. Apparently he has had a scandalous past as his father is a notorious criminal. My brother then appears who knows him and says his name with disgust. It becomes unclear if my adopted brother is somehow related to this criminal through his own biological father. Dreamt 3/14/17

I am with another person in a deserted building complex behind a locked gate. We have been there a very long time. We appear to be trapped. There is another person within the complex who is hunting us. It becomes evident that we are his prisoners. We run down the staircase and into the parking lot where my car is. I have a folding baby stroller with me that I put in the backseat. It is very windy. The person with me is making a lot of noise; I begin to hope the wind masks the noise enough to keep us from being detected. We get in and start the car but decided not to charge the gate. We have nowhere to go. We exit the car and go back into the building, which is now very dark. The other person is still there, within the building, hunting us. The building has many multi-levels and he could be anywhere. I try to ask "Google" about the layout of the building and the search reveals many secret entrances and new floors. I see this information as a way to buy us some more time to hide. Dreamt 3/13/2017

I am with a group of people, we are listening to the guitar solo from "Goodbye to Romance" being played by Randy Rhoads. It is a beautiful experience. Among those in the group is Garry Kasparov, looking as he did in back the late 80's. He is sitting down and reading something from a laptop or newspaper. Randy Rhoads is also there in the group of people, but it is not clear if he is playing the solo or listening to the recorded version along with everyone else. Ozzy is not there. Dreamt 3/11/2017

I am playing a game of one-on-one basketball with some black guy in a strip mall parking lot. The parking lot had been converted to a court. I am doing jump shots, lay-ups, and hook shots. It is very realistic; I make some of the shots but also miss some - the dream corresponds exactly to my skill level IWL. At one point the ball goes flying over to where a mailman is. He catches the ball and throws it back to us. When I catch the ball I notice it is larger than before and is covered in a velour material, as though someone put a sweater over it. The cover doesn't fit it right on the basketball; it begins to loosen. Eventually a sleeve comes loose and dangles out, revealing that it is indeed a velour sweater. Dreamt 3/10/2017

I bought a submarine at some sporting goods store and I'm looking for a place to launch it. My wife suggests I try the water over by a Lowe's. I tell her the lake is too shallow, and it doesn't go to the sea. I look over to my left and see an ocean of water in the distance my wife is pointing at: "What about that?"she says. In a flash, there is water all around me and I am adrift on a skinny canoe. The water is dirty. Other people are in boats not far from me. I approach the shore, climb out of the canoe and walk through the shallow water. As I do this, the canoe suddenly turns into a thin tube and opens at both ends. I push it under the surface of the water as I continue to walk toward the shore. A snake appears and enters one of the openings. I carry the tube with the snake in it onto the land and drag it to a tree. The snake then crawls out of the tube and coils into a ball beneath the tree. It has a long pointy nose like a viper. It suddenly launches itself at me like an arrow, but misses. It then rematerializes beneath the tree in a coil and prepares to launch at me again. I am paralyzed in the tree and cannot move. It never strikes me to my recollection, and eventually I drift from the scenario. Dreamt 3/9/2017

1. I am in a house watching a TV with a horrible reception. Someone changes the channel to the weather station. It is the forecast for New York. I tell everyone in the room I used to live in New York. I begin to feel nostalgic listening. I wish I were back in New York, but realize if were, I'd probably grow restless and wish I were someplace else.

2. I am on a trip with a National Guard unit. I have a big duffel bag that gets lost. It was in a Hummer that left and now I have nothing but the clothes on my back and a small transistor radio I am carrying (a dream sign). I try to find another Hummer but all are already occupied. The rest of the unit and I are stranded at a Home Depot. It is uncertain why we are there. It appears we are waiting for a bus to come get us. The store supervisor meanwhile comes and puts us all to work. There are big swinging pendulums and lots of mechanical equipment all around us. I go to the customer service desk to ask the girl if I can rent a locker for my radio. She tells me there are no more lockers, but she could store it in her car for me for five bucks. People behind me in line are now growing impatient. She tells me she has to leave soon, and if the bus doesn't come before she leaves she'll put the radio on a shelf under a clock. I thank her and yell to everyone in line "She's going to make some money!" and give her the five bucks for her offer.

Everyone from my unit is gone when I return. I search the entire store for them in vain. I think the bus came while I was at customer service. From here, I somehow end up in a hotel room. I am partially naked and without my radio. I decide to wander around the hotel to look for cards or newspapers or anything to tell me what city I'm in. For some reason I'm thinking Waco. I take an elevator down to the spa. I realize I'm holding my clothes in my arms and lost my room key. I press the button to go down but instead the elevator goes up -- all the way up to the top 16th floor. The door opens and there is a person in a wheelchair looking at me. I step around him and go down a short flight of stairs and suddenly realize I am inside a private room. The walls are decorated with violets and roses and ornate designs. I pass a kitchen. A Hispanic lady is inside it speaking to her teenage son and daughter in Spanish. I ask her where the 'public television' is and she points to the back of the room. It is obvious there is no 'public television'; the TV in the back of the room is hers along with everything else in this apartment. I turn on the TV and she comes over and stretches out beside me on a long ottoman. We strike up a conversation. She asks me if I'm a writer. I tell her yes, in a way -- I keep a dream journal, if that counts. She becomes enthusiastic and tells me how much she loves to dream. I ask her if she's ever had a lucid dream. She doesn't know what they are so I explain: "It's when you wake up inside of a dream." As I tell her this I focus on the details of her face and contours of her attractive body on the ottoman. I find her face very average, but her body smooth and fit. I begin to grow aroused and the dream fades. Dreamt 3/8/2017

Last night I was reading a book called The Tibetan Yogas of Dream and Sleep, and ran across the term "Mother Tantra" before I fell asleep. When I dreamt, I heard the Pink Floyd song Matilda Mother playing over and over again, as though in a loop. In the dream I am opening up a vitamin bottle of Omega-3 Fish Oil and trying to extract its contents. All the capsules have melted together, however, to form a gelatinous stream of goop that comes out of the bottle like a long octopus tentacle. The tentacle is golden-translucent and slightly sweet to the taste. I cannot bite through it. While I am gnawing on it, I continually hear Syd Barrett's voice singing the versus and chorus of the song.

I soon find myself holding another vitamin bottle. This one has individual red beans covered in a clear slime. The slimy beans taste semi-sweet like the Fish Oil tentacle. I gobble up as many as I can fit in my mouth, trying to finish the bottle. I hope I don't overdose. I soon notice that the quantity of beans are not depleting in the bottle; the more I eat, the more beans seem to materialize. The supply is never ending. Meanwhile, Matilda Mother is still playing endlessly in the background. I hear the crooning chorus over and over again: "Oh, mother. Tell me more! Tell me more..."
Dreamt 2/25/2017

I am playing basketball in this dream, but the ball we are playing with is floppy, gray-colored and partially deflated. There are a several players on the court. It is impossible to tell who is on who's team, as everyone is wearing something different. There are no uniforms. When I get the ball I have to guess who is on my team. I single out a guy running by me and pass the ball to him. Since it is deflated and light, I am not able to aim it properly and it doesn't go far. Running feels good in this dream; I need the exercise. When I go to make a jumpshot I float way, way up above the court and up to the steel rafters in the ceiling. Up here I see a birthday cake, decorated with orange and black frosting. The words State Hospital are written on it. I fly up to this area and see the cake numerous times during the game. I always make an arc over the cake, as I go up to the ceiling and then come back down to the court.

There are much more people gathered on the court now. They form a semi-circle around the net from back at the 3-point line. Some of the players are in wheelchairs. There is a woman who resembles my wife in one of the wheelchairs surrounded by several young girls who are not in wheelchairs. I throw the ball to one of them to "check", but the ball doesn't fly right as usual. It sails off on a tangent over their heads and I run after it. It takes me out to the woods by a beach where I again I see my wife (though she doesn't see me). It is dark in the woods and she is searching for something. She is shining a flashlight into the shrubs. I creep by her, using the trees as camouflage, trying to avoid her detection. I think my daughter is with her. Dreamt 2/22/2017

I am in Germany, deep in the Black Forest. Nearby is an old, famous brewery, named Feldschlossberg. It is located in a lonely, depopulated area, surrounded by thick, green coniferous trees. The sky above is overcast and a dismal gray. The brewery is actually a secluded castle, and it is closed off to the public. The castle is hidden behind a newer, modern facility, which is now the face of the company. In order to see the castle, one must take a guided tour of the premises. I drive up to the front gate of the brewery, which is unlocked, and enter a private drive. The drive goes up a hill. Executive buildings suddenly emerge on the left, partially visible through the trees. I keep going higher and higher up the hill. The Feldschlossberg Castle is at the top of the hill, I think to myself. And I am going to see it! I am the only person in this dream.

The road suddenly stops at a dead end. Looming in front of me on the road is a high, rocky cliff. Atop the cliff I can see the new facility building of the brewery, with a white commercial van parked in front of it. The van is filled with people about to take a tour of the brewery. I notice that some of the tourists are looking down at me through the windows of the van. This makes me feel very uneasy, and I quickly look for a book or map to pretend to read so they'll think I'm lost. I find a book about a museum, a book which is unrelated to the brewery. My recall fades at this point and the dream is lost. Dreamt 2/21/2017

1. I am climbing a tree which is growing upside down. Either that, or this is a world where reverse-gravity is in effect and I am grasping the limbs for dear life. If I let go, gravity will pull me up and I will "fall" into the sky and into deep space ad infinitum. I am with two other people. They are also holding on to the branches for dear life.

2. I am driving a vintage old car, like a 1920's Ford. It has a crank-shaft. The cabin only has room for one; it resembles a dragster. Some hot Spanish girls pull up beside me in a modern car. The driver gets out and walks over to a bunch of gang-members. She tells them in Spanish I've been "giving her attention". A gang member grabs a pipe and starts walking towards me. I run back to my vintage car and also pick up a pipe from the front seat and turn to face him. Recall fades.

Dreamt 2/16/2017

I am at my old childhood home in South Florida. I am there with two other people. The three of us are wearing Army uniforms and it is dark outside. In the dream I hear Bob Dylan's Just Like Tom Thumb Blues start to play. When it gets to the part "...and the cops don't need you, and man, they expect the same..", I feel a foreboding sense of danger in the air. It appears we are barricaded and trapped in this house. Something evil is lurking around outside in the darkness. When I go up to a window to look outside, someone shouts at me, "I wouldn't go near the windows. There's a sniper out there!" I quickly jump back and huddle with the other two soldiers behind a partition by a wall closet. I realize we are in a very dangerous situation, as the light coming from inside the house illuminates the windows, making it very easy for someone outside to peer in at us. The two people with me (a man and woman), tell me they've already been shot at. Now, they say, "It's your turn."

I suddenly start running around the house. Each time I run past the windows, I expect to get shot at from the sniper outside. I continue to run in circles around the house, faster and faster. Everything's a blur, like how a whirlwind would look through a kaleidoscope. Dreamt 2/16/2017

I am hanging out with this blonde middle-aged Dutch lady with whom I had a relationship sometime ago IWL. We are at her place - a small, quaint apartment in a subtropical area like Florida. I look out her window and see a pond with a fountain in the middle, some palm trees and a golf course out in the distance. She is telling me how she needs someone to watch her place when she goes on vacation. She is needing someone to feed her cat, make sure her plants are being watered and mail is being brought in. I look over and notice there is another lady with us. She is pouring kitty food in a small dish in the kitchen. The Dutch lady continues to say that if I decide to housesit for her I can help myself to all the food in the fridge, watch her TV, sleep in her bed - basically I can make myself at home while she's gone. I thank her, but do not commit to staying there. She then leaves with her two blue suitcases, and I am left alone with the woman in the kitchen. I am suddenly transported to a brown-sanded, wasteland desert where my wife and I are cruising on golf carts, going up and down the hot dunes like waves on an ocean. The woman from the Dutch lady's kitchen is with us too, riding behind us in her own golf cart. Large, mystical snow-capped mountains loom in the background. I suggest we drive out the mountains, thinking it would be cool to climb to the peak of one of them. But after further thought, I realize this might be too dangerous. Plus, they were far away!

Suddenly I am back at the Dutch lady's apartment. She has since returned from vacation, having been gone a week. She is marveling that all the food is still in her fridge. She wants to know what I ate the whole time I stayed there. I told her I was gone too, on a vacation of my own. She freaks out and yells at me. "Who the hell was feeding my cat!" "I thought the lady in your kitchen was going to take care of it," I reply. She puts her hands on her hips and looks at me as though I were crazy. The cat suddenly comes up to me and purrs by my leg. I reach down to pick it up and notice there is a nasty spot on its back where hair is missing. It keeps turning around to lick the spot as I hold it. Dreamt 2/10/2017