Blue_Opossum

Morning of May 14, 2015. Thursday.



In the first part of my dream, we seem to be living in our present home on W Street, though it seems isolated and near a beach at one point. There seems to be an implication of beach land both south and north of us. For a time, I get an unusual sense of the end of the world approaching, though it resolves into lesser thoughts of mild uneasiness at the thought of all that is of mankind ceasing to exist one day (but probably not in my lifetime). This is seemingly caused by my wariness of how the moon appears above the horizon to the north in the nighttime sky and being of an unusual yellowish orange color. When I look out, I see, other than the eerie moon, mostly only a featureless beach to the north, the shoreline running somewhat north to south, west of our house.

In another scene, I am admiring my (fictional) black leather jacket and black leather pants that had been draped over the back of a chair in the dining room (which we presently use as a bedroom). (I do not presently own any such apparel in reality and only wore such clothes over twenty years ago.) I think of the jacket (though which is more like a shirt design) and pants as the “only” clothes that are ever worth wearing. They look very new and “perfect” in every way. I decide not to presently wear them, though, as I get the impression that elderly ladies, as well as some elements of local authority, would frown upon such a thing and have an entirely different idea about who I am than anything related to truth, which would prove to be problematic since people are often incorrectly judged solely by what they wear.

At another point, I see my oldest son, who comes into the other room and sits on a couch briefly, as I watch through an indoor window (similar to the real one in the inner wall in the front room) and have a short-term concern about his well-being (in real life he just had a wisdom tooth and another one pulled the day after this dream) though he does not see or regard me at any point. The layout and distance orientation seems different; a strange sort of shifting southward so that my son’s room is seemingly where the kitchen is in reality, yet I also get a vague feeling of looking into the living room in Cubitis through the indoor window though it also seems to be some sort of one-way mirror at one point.

At another point, I open the door that in real life is to my oldest son’s room (from off the living room) though instead of a larger bedroom it is a somewhat spacious closet (about one-fifth the size of the real room) with at least three wooden built-in shelves going all the way around each wall. Most of the shelves are filled with larger plastic toys and action figures, it seems. From the middle shelf to my left, I pick up some sort of odd large robot-looking contraption (also made solely of plastic), which is mostly blue and white, and the legs are loose and hang down as if partly detached (and though it vaguely reminds me of Lego blocks in some sections, I do not think it is Lego). I think about fixing it though I am not sure what it is or how it works, though take it to the living room to check it and wake soon after.