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WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

From the morning after the night before the night before last

Not Intending to Lucid Dream makes me Hungry

I woke at least 4 times throughout the “night” (I have a freakish sleep schedule) and remembered dreams but felt very much a part of them still, like their sounds and visuals were only fading, not gone. I wondered if I was creating them and tried to go back in, though I didn’t think about lucid dreaming. It didn’t cross my mind and I feel that that is good in some way, like I needed to experience my emotions as a “DC” in this dream, that otherwise I could interfere with the purpose of the dream. Or maybe I’m justifying that I was forgetful of lucid intentions. Nah, don’t think so. :p

On a side not, I woke up HUNGRY! Arng arng arng. Where’s the protein?!

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

FFEDCIDD Practice
FFEDCIDD = Face, Feel, Expand, Dissipate, Coalesce, Integrate, Decide, Do

Jealousy roaring up. Expanded about a foot from my body. specks of contained heat (but not touchable?) It was like an insulation, a bit spongy. Jealousy felt bizarre - that might have been the first time I’ve really let myself feel it. I have memories of stuffing it down because it was unattractive.

A loose approximation
(more like just a pretty thing that had similar colors)
by fleicap

Under it a sadness centered in my gut, heart, and throat. The sadness (or maybe my mental reflections on it) brought me to memories of soothing myself as a child by crying into a mirror alone. I feel a lot of resistance to posting that little intimate detail, so maybe forcing myself is the way to go. Gah, I’m not always this serious, an insecure voice inside me is sharply whining and pushing.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

This dream is from the night before the night before last


Book-ended Children

Children running down a sloping sidewalk that curved back and forth. Stone wall along the sidewalk. Cobblestone ground. My consciousness looking down on them as they ran toward “me”. Saying to myself I remember this, I remember reading this. My mom was showing me another reel.

There was something forced about what the children were doing. they didn’t like it but they did relatively well at pretending. I think I knew more about why, that it had something to do with the parents, but I don’t recall now.

Mom put on another old reel. it seemed to be of my father’s side of the family. I knew he would like to see it and wondered at my mom having it instead of him.

In waking life my father idealizes tradition and is also an extraordinarily creative and brilliant man. I think he idealizes being a child, simple carefree yet responsible times. He was a “hippie” black sheep in his family when he was younger. That side of my family had a lot of power that was used for massive capitalistic gains and political influence. There is corruption, greed, addiction, and yet amazing intelligence and creativity smattered around the people. I am curious and feel it is important to know more about this family history. It also makes me feel sick to think of knowing more. My fascination and desire to know the different sides of my family (and myself) usually wins out, though. Well, at least in the internal battles of which I am aware.

I watched the reel on an old contraption that displayed more like a television than a projector. My mom stood to the side, close to the moving picture.

Soft thwacking noises like an old projector. I could almost see the frames as they shuffled past, specks and lines of light flashing and morphing with them.

A man (I think a/the/[my?] father), somber and proud like in older photographs, sat on the right, looking at the camera. The children to the left of him in their sitting positions, and then sat a huge man in a tuxedo complete with tailcoat. The two men were like bookends, the children between them. We’d only been watching it a minute, and mom already wanted to change reels. I said no, I want to see them when they move. I said their body language would be very significant, would show me more about who they actually are. It felt intensely important and I was riveted.

The large, hulking man stood and walked to the right. Maybe 8 or 9 feet tall, who knows, maybe 10. Big, round belly, sloped shoulders. (He reminds me of the way my maternal grandpa looked when he was dying of cancer, that same kind of oval shape, but much more extreme, and more solid and thick.) I didn’t think he was a family member of mine. The father (it was my impression I think, though perhaps it was a waking reflection) stood and slowly walked to the right. I watched his body carefully (from where the audience would be if there was one) and couldn’t tell much about him from the way he walked. It was so slow, as if he was favoring physical pain. His stiffness swallowed up his personality.

There were a lot of dream characters projecting their personae in this dream, like they were conforming to older, more serious social pressures. Personae that were hollow yet strong. Weak, deep, and shallow and full of tightly woven rules.

I feel an association between the father dream character and my paternal great grandfather, father of my father's father. I never knew him. It makes sense, given my grandfather’s and his brother’s dichotomies, success and greed for one, creativity and susceptibility in the other. Or so I've interpreted and oversimplified.

The trickle of this history of family emotions is a reason I think this song taps a large body of water inside me.



“I am out here studying stones
trying to learn to be less alive
using all of my will to keep very still
still even on the inside

I've cut all the pertinent wires
so my eyes won't make their connections
I am holding my breath
I am feigning my death
when I'm looking in your direction

...when all the forbidden fruit is fallen and rotted
well that's when I'm gonna come down"

Even if they’re partial hogwash, I feel love flowing from new understandings.

This thread is a story about the years i spent without dreaming. As well as the process of ridding this plight, stand by for a long one folks.

In elementary school i never did my homework or paid any attention in class, I was thought lazy and even stupid. But it turned out, i was just tired. You see i had developed a growth in my right sinus cavity. The growth was so large i couldn't breathe through my right nostril. Resulting in sever breathing issues, my mother claims that at some times through the night i would just stop breathing in 10 second bursts. Because of my breathing issues i couldn't sleep, it took hours just to get to sleep, and i would never stay asleep. My nose would always wake me up, i could never get into the deep enough sleep needed to dream let alone get a good nights sleep. So, dreams were rare and a treat. When i didn't sleep i was tired all day, enough so that i wouldn't do anything accept daydream about being asleep. So i didn't know what was going on in class, and never wanted to do my homework. My grades were awful, i was never in my right mind set and I would never dream. Needless to say i was miserable.

Eventually, my strange breathing habits worried my mom too much, she brought me to a specialist in... well... noses. The doctor brought me in, dipped cotton balls in numbing fluids and proceeded to shove them in my nose, this was rather uncomfortable, almost painful. after a few minutes, the cotton balls came out, and a camera went in, studying my nose, the doctor claimed to have found something, so i was sent for an MRI and on the MRI they found the growth that was the cause of my anguish. I was scheduled for surgery. So now i played the waiting game.

Several months passed until i finally went under the knife, this being the first surgery i could remember i was scared out of my mind, when the paint smelling anesthesia went over my face, i fell out of consciousness very quickly, upon waking up in a recovering room puking blood, it wasn't over. After a painful car ride home, i spent 2 months in my room getting over the nausea after the procedure. Once i was back on my feet, i was a new man, i could breathe, i could sleep, and best of all i could dream. After dreaming 3 nights in a row, i fell in love with it, having my first lucid within the month. I couldn't help but look for more, i was reading up on Wikipedia about various different traits of dreams and so on, upon a Google search i found dream views and here i am now. A passionate dreamer and member of this great community.


Share your own stories or your thoughts on mine!


Thanks for reading,
Vinny

All fragments of the same dream...

Playing video games with my sister at my moms.
Someone broke into my jeep (I actually have a neon) and they tore the leather seats off and I was very pissed off cause it was only a block away from my house. I regretted leaving it there aloud.
Little kids were playing on the street and I talked to one of them, they were amusing me.
Some lady has this lair where she kept people she wanted to kill and I was in it but just touring, I guess. I hated it so much, it was very gruesome, people were stuck in these bath tubs and being held dow by these machine spider things while a saw hovered over them ready to chop them to pieces....

oh oh oh, there was a storm at one point but I think my mother distracted me from noticing this.
Annnnd, mom's been in my dreams a lot lately...

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I haven't attempted a WILD in a long time because I don't get enough sleep as it is.
I woke up after about 5 hours of sleep this night, and realized that I could sleep as long as I wanted this day.
This sounded like a good occasion to try to WILD.
I was drifting in and out of split second dreams, having trouble to transition into an actual dream.
After some time I finally managed to properly calm down and transition though.


I open my eyes, and find myself in a weird bedroom.
A kings palace is what first comes to my mind, seeing the insanely big bed I'm in, and the luxurious Victorian decors.
I don't feel like wasting time though, I have a goal!
For some reason the dream feels immensely stable, I feel like I'll be able to stay for a long time.
I immediately teleport to Teraluna using my phoenix wings.

As I emerge from the fabric of space, Yuya is standing right in front of me, waiting for me.

"Ready when you are."

She knows what I am planning on doing. I remembered that Faye has helped me remember that in childhood dreams, I was wielding a very special katana.
We've already established that if I try to fight all out with a conventional weapon, the vibrations of my dragonic energy causes them to break.
I know that my old katana still exists, and that it was made specifically to withstand these vibrations.
But that is not the main reason I want it, I mostly want it because it is an item from childhood dreams, the idea of finding it again amazes me.

"How do we do this?"
"Only you can find the katana, but in order to do so, you must first remember it properly."
"Any suggestions?"
"Absolutely. We are going to venture into your past."
"We can do that?"
"Well, not exactly. We can't turn back time obviously, but we can relive your past to some extend."
"That sounds amazing!"

With no more than a wave of Yuya's hand, water emerges from a lake below us, and starts forming a portal on the bridge we are standing.
The water calms down, making the portal look like a mirror surrounded by a stream of water defying gravity.
It's quite beautiful, but it also feels weird and mysterious.
Maybe I find it mysterious because the mirror is reflecting everything besides ourselves.

We walk through it holding hands, and with just one step we are in a completely different location with no portal leading back.
I immediately get a very strong déjà vu feeling, I have been here before, a very long time ago.
We're inside an old stone tunnel. For some reason I know that it is part of a tower structure.
We start walking forwards, going through some stone rooms and more tunnels.
I note how real everything feels.
Walking barefoot, I feel the structure and humid surface of every single stone I step on, and the coldness within them.
The place smells old, wet, a bit like salty water, and I feel a light breeze on my skin.
My vision sporadically becomes unnaturally effective, allowing me to see the surface structure of stones very far away.
The place is old and broken down, it hasn't been maintained for a long time.

As we keep walking the déjà vu sensation becomes stronger and stronger.
Everything feels rather mysterious.

"We're here."

We enter a bigger room through a tunnel, and I get quite a bit of a shock.
There are three people standing in the middle of the room, but I immediately know they are not actually there, they are a projection of my memories.
One of them is a younger version of myself, probably 14-15 years old.
Then there's a past version of Yuya, although she doesn't look younger than she does now.
And the last person, holy shit! is that Selene?

Yes, I know it is her. She's only a little older than the younger version of myself, maybe 16 or 17.
She has long brown hair and is wearing some sort of leather armor.
She's also carrying two long knives.

The younger version of myself is wearing loose white pants and a white armless shirt.
He doesn't seem to be wearing the katana I'm looking for though, which I find a bit odd.

"Holy shit! Is that us and Selene?"
"Yes... let's follow them."

As we follow them I sometimes catch a glimpse of what this place looked like years ago around them.
My past self gets attacked multiple times by samurai covered up in black clothes, but he doesn't seem to have any trouble getting rid of them.
I was so confident back then, I didn't overthink things, I didn't hesitate. I just lived in whatever reality I was presented with without thinking about it.
Seeing myself like that is oddly amazing.

We enter a new room, which I identify as the center of the tower. The room has no ceiling, it goes all the way up to the end of the tower.
In the middle there's some sort of elevation. In the past version, there's a small table with a crystal on it there, but it isn't there anymore now.
My past self takes the crystal, but gets interrupted by some dark humanoid creature before he can escape.
Out of nowhere he summons a katana and cuts the creature into its face.
The creature is only barely able to escape its death.

This is the katana! this the one! It is very beautiful. It reflects the moonlight all over the room.
One side of the blade is engraved with a dragon, similar to the fire tattoo appearing on my back.
The other side is engraved with a bird, presumably a phoenix.
The illusion suddenly disappears, and I am alone with Yuya in the room.
I sense a presence and immediately power up.

The dark creature from the memory appears. He has a massive scar on his face from the katana cut years ago.

"Hyu... and there I thought you were dead."

I'm afraid, he seems to be very strong.

"You must fight..."

He teleports right in front of me and hits me in the stomach.
It hurts. The punch is so strong I am thrown a few meters through the air, right into a wall.
As I get up he is right in front of me, about to smash me with a twohanded sword.
It cuts into my left sholder, and I am barely able to teleport a few meters away.
Fuck... a split second and I would have been dead.
I need to focus, especially because this teleportation maneuvers are quite disorientating.

The wound on my left shoulder immediately stops hurting and the bleeding stops.
I focus on the creature as hard as I can. If only I had my katana right now...
He charges me again by teleporting right in front of me, but this time I am prepared.
As he tries to cut me with his blade I teleport behind him, just before he hits me, and I launch a ball of concentrated energy at his back.
It hits him hard and explodes.
The burning remainder of his clothes are scattered all over the room.
He has a massive wound on his back, but still faces me again.
He wants to keep going.

He laughs hysterically.

"It seems my end has finally come."
"Surrender!"
"I shall do no such thing. Finish what you have started years ago!"

For some reason I know he is right. I have to kill him, he needs to die.
He needs to pay for sins he committed years ago, and he knows it...

He charges me again, but this time I take the innitative.
Before he is able to teleport, I teleport myself towards him.
I slap him in the head with the back of my right hand, releasing as much energy as I can in the process.
The vibrations caused by the impact cracks his skull and most likely destroys his brain.
He falls to the ground dead and his remainders erupt into flames.

My shoulder starts hurting again, and there's a little blood coming out the rather deep cut.

"Now you remember the katana, now you know that it is more than just a memory."
"The rest is up to you."

Yuya approaches me and heals most of my wound using water magic.
I teleport us back to Teraluna...

It's going to take a while sometimes for me to post new stuff. mostly because of my new alarm clock that's INCREDIBLY LOUD. For some reason ever since I got that thing it's been stifling my normal dream recall. my mom won't let me use my old one. So I'll mostly post stuff on weekends.

(Still keeping my notes going, but I haven't had much time to write them all out. I have been doing some work on my new site, though, where I'll be posting a lot of my artwork (some of which is dream-related). Give me some feedback on how it's looking so far (I'm still doing some heavy editing), and make sure to sign my Guestbook! )

www.dreamwalkerinc.com

(More dreams coming soon!)

I am skipping one massively awesome lucid dream to record this one. The one I'm skipping for the time being I recorded onto audio and will be documented here or elsewhere at a later time. The reason being, it is personal, and it is finally evidence of attempted fulfillment of my lucid task from April 2010: recollection of suppressed dream memories while in a lucid dream.

The following lucid dream occurred without supplements:

I emerged from blackness by opening my cellar door.

I clearly remember seeing the corner of the cellar door appear from darkness as I swung it open into the light of the garage. I stepped out and looked around. It was nearly identical to the way it looked over a decade ago. My grandfathers old brown Cadillac was parked there. I instantly knew "this is a dream!" I thought: this is very realistic and I won't be able to forget this moment.

I decided to fly out of my garage to look for something interesting to get into. With ease I lifted into the air and flew up the stairs. When I reached the door I told myself "Fly through it, this is a dream and I don't need to turn the knob." I flew into the middle and everything just went dark -I didn't emerge from the other side. I backed up and decided to fly under the door instead, which worked with perfect ease.

I flew through the entry hall and under the crack of the front door outside. I zoomed into the air about 15-ft and down the front walkway. When I reached the street I started to head down the block. When I passed my next door neighbors house I paused to think about if I wanted to explore it or not. I decided not to, on account of the fact that I did so in another lucid dream recently (Blackbird Flying).

The house looked inviting and cooler than in real life. There were lots of lights on inside, and some looked futuristic. I noticed my reflection as I started to fly away. It was not human. I appeared to be a wispy tan cloud with two glimmering blue star points of light representing my eyes.

I started to accelerate away from the house when I had an annoying thought... I have "900-things" to get ready for work Monday. I can't just fly away until they are ready... (Things get very hazy and I woke up shortly after this.)

What a disappointment to loose this extreme level of lucidity to anxiety vaguely related to a large work assignment.

What I'm talking about isn't a dream I had. It's an entry from my daily journal that, I guess, I really want to share. I didn't want to make it a thread, because it sort of is like a dream. I dream that one day we may understand eachother. I hope it makes sense, because really that is the point. It's actually something I shouldn't have to feel upset about. I feel it's like common sense, but that isn't alway so common either.So, feel free to comment. I'd love to hear some opinions, otherwise, enjoy my rant.

Quite honestly, I don't think I want to marry someone who doesn't understand, not for lack of the ability, but just because this person does not want to understand anything. Obviously, this person doesn't know how to communicate or what it is, maybe. How can you communicate with someone without understanding? You can't. They both need each other to exist. Someone explains something, whether it be knowledge or feelings, and the other person, first, acknowledges what that person has to say, then trys to understand, empathize, sympathize with those ideas and this leads to understanding. Why wouldn't one try to relate to another? Especially someone that is close to that person. I know that there are exceptions. That there are things that aren't worth understanding, and things that are impossible to understand, and things that aren't meant to be understood. But isn't it human nature to try, at least. Maybe it's not important to some people. Okay, I get that. But maybe they just don't know how important it is to be able to communicate and relate to others. Without communication, where would we be? Probably some place much darker and just worse than it already is. Everything starts with communication.

non dream - lucid - non lucid

Ugh, what a busy week. I remember a lot of dreams, but for some messed up reason most of the good ones were on days
where I had to leave my house immediately after waking up, preventing me from writing them down properly.
This is what I remember from these dreams:


Destiny
I'm on board the Destiny, getting quite excited.
We're close to our destination, just one day to go.
My co-pilot aka first officer enters the cockpit.
We exchange looks and I feel quite weird.
I think we had sex earlier today. We've both been in this spacecraft for over 2 weeks,
so the sexual tension was strong in both of us and it must have just happened.
I remember that we decided that no-one should have sex during the mission to avoid potential issues within the team.
I feel bad for breaking a rule I was originally in favor of, but I'm pretty sure we're not the only ones who have done so.


Training with Liv
I'm on Teraluna teaching Liv how to fight more effectively with the help of Yuya and Faye.
Liv is stronger than I originally thought, but she's clearly nowhere close to Yuya or myself.
Liv's main problem is that she isn't very confident in her own abilities, and somewhat shy to use some of them.
Some of her abilities require her to dance in what I can only describe as a "sexy way".
This seems to be very uncomfortable for her.


What is a Dream Guide?
I'm hanging out with Faye. I'm having a rather interesting conversation with her about Dream Guides.
She's saying many quite complex things, but the basics I can gather is that according to her,
a Dream Guide is someone who's main role it is to help me achieve goals in my dreams.
She also explains that she is very different from Yuya.
She is mostly a projection of my subconscious and a little bit of something else.


Ice cream with Yuya
I'm on Teraluna with Yuya, at some kind of ice cream bar I guess.
I order the biggest chocolate sundae they have, and it is huge. o_o
It's served in a glass bowl shaped like a blossom.
We're sharing it, but I have no idea how we're supposed to finish this.

I eat too fast, like I always do, and get a massive brain freeze.
I am amazed that I am able to experience this pain so powerfully in the dream, so I deliberately resume eating too fast.
I get another brain freeze and say "Amazing!"
Yuya laughs and tells me that I am absolutely insane.
I say "I never claimed otherwise"


Oracle
I am in the past, in Greece I think, in some sort of temple.
Some women dressed in white tunics escort me through the temple to a surreal looking room.
There's a crack in the floor with colorful fumes streaming out of it.
I sit in my designated spot noticing that I am a women myself.
I become semi-lucid and call out to Faye asking her for help.
She appears disguised in a similar Tunic and tells me that I am an Oracle, and I need to help someone take an important decision.
I tell her I don't know how to do that, but she insists it's ok, because the fumes in this room will cause me to get high, which will help.
I indeed start to get quite high.

A women enters the room, with an extremely fancy dress. She must be very important.
She asks me something and I give an answer that feels right, but doesn't make any sense whatsoever to me, and sounds completely out of context.
For some reason she knows exactly what to do now though and leaves happily.
Then I get distracted by my own boobs and start fondling them. *cough*


False awakening
I get up, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth etc.
After getting dressed I get into my car, drive to university, and get stuck in a traffic jam on my way there for maybe half an hour...
I end up at university and hold a lecture for about an hour until I notice that something is off.
I wonder if I might be dreaming and think back and am easily capable of retracing my steps.
Nope, must be awake.
Then I notice Faye is sitting in my classroom.
I say "You've got to be fucking kidding me", realizing that I just had an insanely long FA.
Some students laugh at me. I'm pissed, and I ask Faye if I just got trolled by my own subconscious.

my nu profile piksha, issa hackee

16.04.2011

Partial Astral Separation (Astral)

NO DREAM Separation Process Astral

I woke up in bed and moved. However, I felt slight vibrations. I got comfortable and emptied my mind completely.
The vibrations hit back. I first felt my legs and head shaking, then my whole body. The vibrations rose more and more until they were very intense. I could hear a very strong buzzing on my ears.


I felt my astral arms moving. I focused on white light, I surrounded my body with white light and asked for protection. I visualized a cord in front of me. I grabbed it with my Astral arms. I had no Astral Vision.

Half of my body was out. I still did not have Astral sight, but my hearing and sensing spiked, I was being switched to my Astral body.


My wife suddenly started to move and nullified everything. I snapped back to my body and the vibrations ended abruptly. I considered going to my Astral Travel reclining chair, but I was very tired so I did not feel it was the best idea to attempt to Astral Project that night.

Notes: 'Warning' and 'UKJp' stemmed from my hobbies, mainly being involved with fanfic in fandom, both English and Japanese.

I recorded all these with my iPod Touch by hooking up my earbuds, opening the voice recorder app and just clicking the record button whenever I woke up with a dream! It worked beautifully. Before, I was struggling with getting anything more than keywords down so this is an exciting breakthrough.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

04.16.2011

Warning (Non-lucid)

Mom was about to read a fanfic. There was a column of something online, but later there were three. There were warnings on the link titles at the top of the columns, you had to hover to read them. It wouldn't show them though, it would just show the title of the link. So I went into the source code to find it but it was all in Japanese. I found the line of English, and it had a word with a colon plus the warnings. It said that the story had scat, though I remember thinking that it wasn't quite that. I tried to warn her but she got angry at me. It was like the dreams where we fight or she's crazy. I cried but she didn't care. Honestly I just wanted to help, I didn't mean anything by it. I think this somehow involved my sister, like mom was looking over this for her.

Beach Contest (Non-lucid)

Me, my sister and my aunt were going to the beach for some kind of challenge that was going on. When we went we were worried that it wasn't actually going on then but what we saw when we got there reassured us. Even though I think it had something to do with there being more people, there actually wasn't that many there.

We're walking along the beach and there's feces on the ground. I think I point it out. My aunt starts running ahead and me and my sister run after. I try to avoid the feces but my sister doesn't at first. There's a dog running ahead of us, probably the one making the mess, and I get the feeling it's ours. It was a light brown and reminds me of a mini Cerberus from Eyeshield 21. XD We kind of halfheartedly call out after it.

I know at some point we go to a picnic table. My aunt gets up on the bench to the right and starts dancing. I get up on the top and notice some type of canopy overhead. I decide to leave the spot for my sister, though I worry how she'll stand without hitting her head. I go to the left bench to dance.

There are peanut butter M&Ms, but I point out to my aunt how weirdly shaped they are. They were big and kind of mutated. I think there was another kind of candy and we were trading, or she reached over and ate a piece of mine.

At some point there were these guys, part of the contest and against us, I remember seeing them in the water. I was shy but my sister went up to talk to them. Apparently there was this gum stuff keeping us together and it came off. I was shocked and swam really fast after her, though I hesitated for a second because in RL I can't swim and the water there seemed deep. But I had no trouble in the dream. My aunt was somewhere behind us. I remember the gum stuff got stuck to somebody's leg and I didn't want to pull it off because it'd hurt.

I was able to see myself, at least my face, as if from the sky. My hair was shorter, maybe a bit over my shoulders. It was dry from having been wet, and had my blond streak in it. I think I looked younger.

UKJp (Non-lucid)

England x China, fanfic chapters 1, A, 2 and 3. Deja vu.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT


Progress

I woke up a few times throughout the night and realized I was dreaming, just barely waking and telling myself I was dreaming, hoping I was still in the dream (seemed about 2 seconds out of the dream), then tried to go back in lucid. Didn’t work that I recall, though I was happy that I was so quickly thinking that thought and focusing on being at the least aware of my dreams, if not lucid.


Restaurant Fragment

I saw a previous employer [who I’d had a blow-up with and left in waking life]. I was at his restaurant, it wasn’t significantly unpleasant that I recall. Was there dark water and the sidewalks were square “docks” that resembled rafts and warehouse pallets or was that another dream? If it was then I’ve dreamed about those docks/sidewalks at least three times.