Chessica's Dream Journal

H. is sitting by the computer. He's ordering a "gi" for me (a suit to use for jiu jitsu). He's ordering a purple one, and I say I didn't want a purple one, I wanted a blue one. I realize we're at the gym, and the man behind the counter says he'll arrange that I get the blue one. The gym is different, they have rebuilt the locker rooms. There's one very large hall dedicated to the men's locker room. The room is divided into sections in alphabetical order, so you have to use the area that corresponds with the first letter of your surname. I walk through the men's locker room to get to the women's area. There are only three small rooms for the women to use. I go to the door that reads T - Å, since my last name starts with T. I get a feeling something is not right and do a nose plug RC. for a second I can sort of breathe through one of my nostrils, but it suddenly clogs up, and I can no longer breathe. I decide to try another RC - just to be sure I'm not dreaming. I look a my hands, they look normal! So it's not a dream ... I look at my digital wrist watch, it says 09.21. Then I look at a digital clock on the wall, it says 13 something. I think to myself that one of them is incorrect, so I decide to look at my wrist watch again. It shows different numbers each time I look. Can it be a dream? I do the nose plug again and it works! I'm lucid! I should stabilize the dream, so I walk over to the wall and start touching it with my hands. It's uneven and feels rough to the touch. Yellow color. I touch the curtains, wondering how everything can feel so real! I look around me trying to figure out what to do. I don't remember my list of "lucid-to-do-stuff", and just climb onto a counter nearby and start looking in some baskets and cabinets searching for some food. In the process I lose lucidity, and the dream continues on and shifts to my work place.

Something about plants still left in the garden center, and something about changing some areas inside the shop. I sit talking to M.B. She has been on a mountain hike. Something about the cache registers, there's a man there. He's a comedian or a semi-famous person. He has to step out of the way when customers come, because he doesn't know how to operate the cache register. (I remember seeing two hexagon shaped "garden canter tables" with shrubs standing in my drive way at home, but don't remember where they fit in in the dreams)

Something about A.K. I've been talking to her on the phone. She seems cold and distant. There's something about Christmas trees, I've promised to get her (and some other person) a nice looking Christmas tree. I go to my car, the doors are open and there are spruce branches sticking out. I pull out the trees, and see that they are not as nice looking as I thought. Although very compact and a nice size, they are very uneven.