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    1. Public groping (B6- induced?)

      by , 07-30-2016 at 08:22 PM
      July 30, 2016: 1 Optimen BID plus B6 supplement H.S. I am standing behind a woman in a tight, sheer, grey knit dress. My chin is on her right shoulder and I am gazing down at her breasts while my hands pass over her hips and casually up to her breasts, which I cup and jiggle with both hands. She offers no objection. After a moment she turns her head and speaks into my ear "You should make your head really tiny and look inside one of the cells inside your body and describe what you see as one of the tasks of the month." I became instantly lucid. I can smell the shampoo of her hair!

      I look around and see that we are standing on the front lawn of a bank, or perhaps an elementary school. I realize that I am groping this woman in a what appears to be public place in broad daylight. I feel a momentary sense of alarm/embarrassment but soon realize there doesn’t seem to be anyone else around. Her prompt causes me to remember that I wrote down the list of July TOTM’s and that the list is on my nightstand. I recall that one of the tasks was to pull a DC’s pants down, but there is no one else present, so I can't complete the task. I'm frustrated because I can’t remember any of the other tasks. I wake. Time 4:54am

      Updated 08-06-2016 at 04:26 PM by 68799

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    2. Female Dream Character Reaches "Perfection"

      by , 04-21-2016 at 11:57 PM
      April 21, 2016 LUCID DREAM # 16: WBTB: I am flying- initially non-lucid. I suddenly realize, I must be dreaming! High above the ground, no reality check is required! I look about and find that I am flying over a modestly sized city-scape comprised of about 60% high-rise buildings. There is fresh snow on the roof-tops. The air is clear, bright, and spring-like. I have no recollection of wind or temperature, but I am periodically flying in and amongst birds, many, but not all of which are pigeons. The frequency and variety of bird-calls is high, consistent with a spring morning...and SO REAL!! The bird calls are completely familiar from real life, although I cannot name the species.

      I swoop down and snag a handful of snow off of the edge of one of the buildings with my right hand. It has the coarse gravel-like texture of the icy mix typical of New England, not the nice fluffy snow of the western USA. I rub the handful of snow under my left armpit and I can feel its cold, gritty wetness as if it I were awake and this was “real life” and I am STUNNED...floored in fact by the “reality” of this sensation and the clarity and detail of this LD.

      Off in the distance I see a building whose upper reaches at this altitude and from my viewing angle is reminiscent of the outline of a favorite toy character, Gumby. I will the building to >>BE<< Gumby, and when I look back a second time, it has indeed transformed into Gumby, complete with green color, eyes, smile, arms and split-base legs! A second, far more distant building apparently has also transformed, except that it is the pinkish color of an pencil eraser, and the building’s radio/TV antenna is still sticking up into the sky. I am GREATLY amused by this!

      I remember descending, but do not remember landing on the ground. I find myself on the concrete “patio” of an inexpensive hotel. I (rather brazenly) slide open the sliding glass doors and enter without invitation to find four barely-out-of-high-school aged boys lounging on the nearest of two beds, having very nearly finished off the last of a six pack of Corona beer. Four empty beer bottles and a box of Cheeze-Its are on the rumpled bedspread, and two fellows (standing) are holding bottles that have maybe an inch of golden-yellow beer remaining in them. A conversation ensues in which I ask if any of them knew if there were any women about with whom to have sex. They appear too young and demure to have seriously considered this as an option for themselves, and so they say (paraphrasing) “No, but if you want, go ahead and check.”

      The end of their bed is on my right. There is a chair and round table to the left, followed by a longish counter with drawers, upon which sits a (non-flat screen) TV. There is a framed mirror on the wall. I look at my reflection. I look JUST LIKE the TV character Richie Cunningham from Happy Days! I am wearing a denim jacket. In the right breast pocket I can feel a thin wallet. I somehow know if I take it out and open it I can learn my dream identity, but I’m more interested in finding a woman with whom to have sex. I turn away from the mirror, walk past the end of the second bed in the room (on my right), past the alcove containing clothes hangers and the fold-out canvas thing hotels provide on which you can put your luggage, and open the door and exit.

      I turn to look at the room number so I know where to return. It is 17. I look a second time and it has changed to 69-C! I look away a third time and when I look back it has changed AGAIN! Dammit! How am I going to find this room again where the rightful occupants seem to not object to me bringing a woman if I find one????

      Out in the hall I find I am in luck. The room is a CORNER ROOM! That helps alot. I turn my back on the hall and walk to the corner, and lo and behold - right there, only steps from the door is a young, attractive woman about the age of 19. She is adorable - with a short brown hair cut like a bowl.
      Me: “Would you like to have sex?”
      Her: “YES!”
      Me: “Have you ever had sex before?”
      Her: “Yes, but I’ve never reached perfection.”
      Me: “Well, practice makes perfect!” - I think to myself - I’m fucking clever even in my dreams!!!

      I take her hand and lead her into the room. My God! Her hands are as soft and as real as any young woman with whom I have held hands. Again, I’m stunned by the seeming reality of this dream! I am also increasingly aware that she is not a particularly intelligent DC, and my morality starts kicking in even more. OK..she’s not a virgin...and she seems non-plussed about having sex with me even though there are four other guys in the room. Lets see where this goes.

      For some reason I decide to throw back the bedspread on the bed furthest from the door which has the beer bottles and the Cheeze-Its on it to prepare it for our encounter. From that point on I never see any of the four boys in the room again. While I’ve had my back turned to this utterly adorable woman while stripping back the bedspread, SHE has stripped down completely naked! I turn back to her and she is doing light jumping jacks adjacent to the pile of her clothes on the floor at her feet. Her breasts are bouncing very provocatively to my shocked delight! I IMMEDIATELY get the impression that someone who has had sex with her before had encouraged (taught?) her to do this for their own lascivious entertainment, capitalizing on her simple nature to get her to do it. No matter, it IS very erotic, and I'm happy to be the incidental beneficiary! I love it!

      I put my hands on her shoulders and lower her arms to her side and lay her supine at the bottom of the bed. I am still fully clothed. I start to kiss her and am enjoying it even though I discover she is VERY unschooled in kissing. After a moment she declares “No more kissing!” so I descend a bit to her breasts where I enjoy myself kissing, nibbling, sucking, squeezing and (frankly) manhandling her C cup sized breasts. After a moment of doing this I start to worry the next thing she will say is “No more fondling!” so I descend with my mouth even further south.

      My activity in this region (to keep this no more than R rated) is having quite an effect. My hands are cupping her buttocks to insure optimal contact between us, and after a moment her hands cover mine and I can feel the pressure and her muscle tension building in her thighs. She suddenly grabs two handfulls of sheets and I hear her say. “Oh, god......ohhhh, god......OHHHHHHH, GOD!!!!!! I look up without breaking contact. Her eyes are wide, her mouth open, and her chest is convulsing. I am EXTREMELY pleased with myself. She asks “What was THAT????" It suddenly dawns on me this woman has never before had an orgasm...and is in fact not even AWARE of the word “orgasm” to describe what just happened! I reflect back on our first conversation and respond “That was Perfection!” Her (almost shouting): “Perfection!!! I reached PERFECTION!!!”

      The last thing I remember before waking up is laughing at her joy and her exclamation. Wake time = 4:53am.

      Updated 04-22-2016 at 12:37 AM by 68799

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    3. LD #12: Stuck stationary in mid-air

      by , 04-05-2015 at 10:49 PM
      April 5, 2015: I am at my office in M*****. There is a yellow “caution” tape across the entrance to my office in the shape of an “X”. The contents of all my desk drawers and files are in boxes outside the door. Anthony B. tells me my stuff is being moved to our new office. He won’t let me help. He tells me “Let THEM do it” in a way that indicates that packing and moving my stuff is too menial for me to be involved with. I reach into one of the cardboard boxes and remove a silver water pitcher.

      I wander outside the building with the pitcher in hand. I walk along a concrete path with a large body of water like a great lake or bay on my right side. The water is even with the concrete surface I am walking on. I begin to pour water out of the pitcher into the water on my right. It pours and pours and pours in a volume far in excess of the pitcher, as if it belonged to a magician. Something about this strikes me as very odd...and then I realize...I’m dreaming! This is a dream. My body is laying in bed and I’m having a lucid dream!

      It occurs to me I need to test this to be sure, so I take a modest leap into the air...not a huge one, since I’ve made that mistake before and gone rocketing off with no control. I ascend smoothly on a vertical trajectory to a height of around 200 yards and come to a stop...and I couldn’t be more delighted! As I ascend I catch a glimpse of my body reflected in the mirror-like glass windows of the adjacent building as I fly up. I momentarily see myself, apparently dressed in jeans, moving upward with legs stretched quite a bit like in a fun-house mirror due to the distortion caused by waviness of the glass windows. From the vantage point of the altitude that I reach I can see houses and buildings across the water and all around me in the immediate neighborhood. Initially they are out of focus and poorly detailed, then snap inexplicably into sharp focus with no effort on my part. I love the colors of the sky and the buildings! They are so rich and saturated!

      While I’m admiring the scenery, turning on axis looking from house to building to water, a bird or something bird-like flies past me at high speed. It occurs to me that if I fly after it, maybe I can transform it into an attractive woman for a romantic encounter. I try to fly in pursuit, but I’m powerless to move since I have nothing but air to push against. I try to will myself to fly, but it doesn’t help a bit. Without warning the scene fades to black and I wake up.
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    4. LD # 11: Flight induced lucidity!

      by , 01-26-2015 at 03:46 PM
      Pre-lucid, I was in a retail store near the check-out counter when I spotted a wooden toy that enthralled me in my youth. It was a wooden propeller on a stick that you could spin in your palms and then release, whereupon it would fly into the air then gracefully descend.

      Just before leaving the store, I put it back and did not buy it. I leave the store in the company of others. We arrive at the crossing light on Old Country Road in my ancestral home town. When the light changes so we can cross, I run into the street. Mid-way across I jump into the air more out of happiness and youthful exuberance than any other reason. When I do so, I am shocked to fly into the air! I immediately realize I am dreaming and go 100% lucid.

      I am thrilled at seeing my old neighborhood from the air! I can see down the block, and spy my mother standing on the stoop of our home, and then walking down the driveway away from me. My forward motion while flying is quite slow. I feel like I'm moving through jello. I ascend up to a power line and lean back against it, intending to slingshot myself forwards so I can hail my mother. This works, but I eventually slow down again to about twice walking speed.

      When I am close enough, I yell "Look Ma, I'm flying!!" First time she does not hear me, second time she and several others do, and I'm thrilled that someone has actually seen me fly like I'd told them so many times I could.

      I am aware that this is all a dream and that my real life body is home in bed. Unfortunately, this thought causes me to wake.
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    5. Love for a DC as I've never known in real life

      by , 11-29-2014 at 05:58 PM
      November 28, 2014: I am a naval officer on a destroyer or battleship. While the crew and I slept an earthquake or some type of natural catastrophe causes an entire Caribbean island to sink below the water about 6 feet, sinking several of the fleets ships that were moored there, but not ours. There was also a tidal wave associated with this event that damaged two ships which were out at sea. Those two ships, heavily damaged and looking old and rusted are steaming their way at a good speed towards the sunken island port. No one is at the helm. They are out of control. One runs aground in the shallows where the island used to be, and the second one (quite by accident) travels through a channel towards an interior island port - or at least where one used to be before it sunk an additional six feet. Still, it is a dead end, and it too eventually grounds itself, causing the crew to jump off onto a sandy just-above-sea-level beach.

      On my ship there is bedlam. People are trying to squeeze past each other through the narrow ships corridors. I am in the company of my girlfriend, an absolutely gorgeous, tall, thin, quiet blonde woman of about 28. She is utterly serene. We are far beyond simply being in love...we are true-to-life soul-mates. The pure, genuine love that she feels for me and I feel for her is unparalleled and has never been matched in real life. She is topless, with her right breast tucked with perfect comfort into my left chest and armpit as my left arm circles her back with my hand resting on her left hip. Neither of us wants to be anywhere but where we are at that moment despite all that is happening. Naomie Harris, in the guise of Tia Dalma from the movie Pirates of the Caribbean is in the corridor with us. She looks at us and speaks to us in her movie character voice: “What ‘ave we ‘ere? True love is what dat be...no doubt in dat...no doubt a’ tall.” She is absolutely 100% correct. I perceive the POWER of this love into the deepest depths of my being down to the cellular level. This is a sensation I have never known in my waking life. It is amazing...ineffable...defies description. If you could feel this sensation in real life you would be instantly addicted.

      My duty at this time and under these circumstances is to try and find the captain. I believe he has either jumped or fallen overboard, so I jump down and initially land on what appears to be our ship’s dive platform a few feet above the water line from which I can gaze into the gorgeous clear blue-green Caribbean water. From there I wade onto a narrow beach of white sand and continue to look into the water for portions of the sunken island, ship parts, or fellow sailors. I wake.
    6. Lucid #2 September 1, 2014

      by , 10-16-2014 at 02:55 PM
      FINALLY! After SIX months, my first - and a most awsome LD it was!

      OK...It's 4:18 am local time and I just woke up from my first LD after "trying" since March. Well, it sure was worth the wait. I'm sure it sets no records, but it had to have lasted every bit of ten minutes. Plenty of time for a first one. I was completely lucid! It started off (pre-lucid) with me kicking off my shorts, like I often do. Sometimes I catch them in the air (in RL) but in my dream they ended up in a small pile of clothes on the floor of a strange room. When I bent down to retrieve my shorts, I had to sort through the clothes in the pile. There was a VERY sexy white lingerie outfit and a girl's panties. That was REALLY odd...next thing you know, I realize it's because I'm dreaming!!!

      Fully lucid, and completely aware I'm dreaming, I started looking around the strange room. There was a bed, a dresser and two doors. Now that I knew I was dreaming and I could do whatever I wanted to without consequence, I started snooping through the drawers of the dresser looking for more sexy underwear, something I would NEVER do in real life! I didn't find any, and I realized I could be doing SO MANY other things that were more fun, so I started float-flying from one wall of the room to the other. I pushed off from a wall, and floated (and sometimes very artfully tumbled!) from one wall to the next. After several trips back and forth, I noticed I was leaving glowing green hand prints on the wall! Hey, I'm dreaming, what do >>I<< care, plus, it's not my house! So I kept on floating, and even patted the wall to cover it with green hand prints!

      I wanted to go flying OUTSIDE. I tried to push myself through the sheet rock, but no, I couldn't do it. GOD! It felt so real when I pressed against it! I tried "running" at the wall at low speed, and almost hurt myself! It was a no go. I looked for a way out of the room. Two doors. One a closet with young boys clothes and ties hanging. The other? AHA!!! Out I float, turn left, and down the stairs! I pass by the kitchen entrance as I float into the living room, and I see two women, one, I thought SOUNDED like my wife, and the other female, I didn't immediately recognize. In the living room was another, slightly younger (maybe 30) year old female, and in the dining area (also adjacent to the kitchen) was a very lovely cat!

      At this point, I decided to look at my hands, the "famous" experiment to do when LD'ing. WOW! Was that a trip!!! I had tapered, knobby fingers, and the shape was weird and the thumb poorly placed, PLUS I was looking at my LEFT hand palm and the thumb was on the RIGHT (backwards from RL). Totally confirmed I was LD'ing, and so off I went to pet the cat. Oh, BTW, I "decided" that I would be/remain invisible to the dream characters so I could listen to their conversations like a spy while petting the cat. Evidently this worked, because I floated around and passed right by both women in the kitchen and they didn't react at all. The cat, OTOH, did see me, and as it was VERY soft and friendly, so I settled down to pet it. It felt utterly real. It reacted JUST like a cat would in real life, turning its belly to me so I could pet it. Incredible.

      The cat let me pick it up. I held it out so the dream characters could see it floating in the air! The woman in the kitchen who sounded like my wife, but didn't look much like her, and the woman who looked quite a bit like my sister Joanne, noticed the cat in mid air and realized for the first time that "I" was there, even though they could not see me! Watching their realization that there was a ghost-like presence in the room was hysterical. They didn't completely freak, but they were definitely disturbed by it.

      I decided to return to my original plan and try and get outside to go flying. I had the same trouble with the glass living room window as with the sheet rock in the upstairs bedroom. I also was unable to pass through a screened window. After this I just decided to look around the house and take in the colors and details of the bed, pillows, tables, etc., and I found another cat (actually a kitten) to pet. As I was looking around rooms and checking things out and generally marveling at the "realness" of it all, I heard a thought pop up in my head saying, something akin to "This is utterly amazing, I hope I don't wake up!" and of course, I woke up!
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    7. Lucid #3 10/7/14

      by , 10-16-2014 at 02:52 PM
      Holy crap!!! Inadvertent high speed flying!!!

      Background: I have a real life important appointment today for which I needed to get up early. I woke up (again, for real) at around 3:15am, looked at the digital clock, and went back to sleep with the aim of doing a WILD. I fell back to sleep and in my dream I was outside, half-running towards my house while slipping my arm into the sleeve of my dress shirt so I could make my appointment on time. The absurdity of me being outside and doing this did NOT cause me to become lucid. The landscape was so convincingly real it never dawned on me to do any "standard" reality check, but just for the heck of it, to prove to myself I wasn't dreaming, I broke into a full run in my dream and jumped HARD into the air.

      I instantly took off at an absurdly high rate of speed and simultaneously became fully lucid! Holy CRAP, I'm dreaming!!! This is a dream!!! Not only did I feel the instantaneous shock of going from convinced I was awake to 100% certain I was lucid dreaming, but I experienced a physical sensation of flying at a ridiculous, almost out of control rate of speed I never intended. Even MORE amazing was I experienced a whole body vibration...as if I was lying down on a thousand old-fashioned electric door buzzers. It was almost orgasmic like...very pleasant but almost TOO strong.

      What happened next was, to me, even more amazing. Now that I was completely lucid, and in the midst of flying (finally under some control now that the shock had worn off) I remembered that in real life I had this important appointment, and simultaneously remembered the time on the clock when I fell into this dream, and now in the dream I grew concerned about what time it was in real life, and if I was oversleeping!! I yelled at myself "Wake up Frank, wake up" and after three times, I woke up in my bedroom...or so I thought! I rolled onto my right side to look at the digital clock, and it was covered up by an absurdly large white cowboy hat. (Note to readers: My wife is into country music, and has a habit of covering the light from the clock with a wash cloth or tee shirt some nights). I got annoyed that now I was going to have to get out of bed to move the hat to see what time it was...but then I noticed the sheer size of the hat was twice normal size, plus, my wife doesn't own a white cowboy hat!!! I realized I just had a false awakening - in my sleep! And I woke up for real. The false awakening into my bedroom was so real life-like I didn't even question it until I took notice of the dimensions of the cowboy hat.
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    8. Lucid #4 10/16/14

      by , 10-16-2014 at 02:50 PM
      PRE-LUCID: I am in a huge, round, open, very green grassy field with natural hills at least 1/4 mile in circumference bordered by a forest. It forms a natural bowl and is perfect for a Woodstock-like concert. There are several young men setting up vinyl strap beach chairs with cup holders with cigars in them as if they are getting ready to watch some kind of event. Through the tree line I see diesel powered military-type vehicles with large caliber guns mounted on them slowly, almost stealthily weaving their way between the trees into the open field with some difficulty, along with a number of uniformed, green camouflaged ground troops composed of both men and women. I am entirely unarmed so I duck out of the field into the forest to hide and watch. The vehicles and troops make their way into the open field, and from my position behind their lines, they form a long, thin vulnerable line, so I attack. I run along their line and, like a child, make a machine-gun sound and yell “You’re dead...and YOU'RE dead!” and they fall down as if really shot. As I run, I go off of a rise in the land and....I’m flying!!! I go 100% lucid at this point. Holy crap! I’m dreaming! This is a dream!

      I don’t like the war scene responsible for my lucidity, so I fly off superman style at a pretty high speed, in decent control. I spot what looks like an elementary or middle school from the air and fly right down to about waist high right at the brick outer wall. I remember FryingMan’s words that you have to KNOW that the wall is no more substantial than dream air, so I figure either this is going to work or it will hurt and I’ll simply wake up. I succeed in penetrating the wall. For the first one or two feet, there is some light and visible (but not realistic) structure to the wall's interior. As I go deeper, it turns black and I feel a bit concerned and disoriented. I think I’m still going straight, so I keep going. After what seems like a LONG distance (maybe 30 feet) I break through into a well lit gymnasium with a nice wood floor finished in a high gloss.

      Initially I am alone. I try to conjure up a woman with whom I can have sex, but she is ugly and misshapen - looking very much like a baby bird with too large a head which is nearly bald, and limbs far too long and thin and bird-like to be appealingly human. I try to get her to look attractive and human by yelling “clarify” and “more detail” but it doesn’t work...she still looks alien and bird-like. I yell out “Is there anyone here who wants to have sex?” and a very attractive woman of appropriate age (maybe 30)with short dark hair and a blouse with a plunging neck line showing substantial cleavage appears on a balcony. I tell her “You will do nicely” and she appears through a ground-level set of double doors. As I’m going down on her I start to feel embarrassed and ashamed, not to mention uncomfortable laying face down on the gymnasium’s wood floor. I change my mind about sex and decide to try and get back outside by phasing once more through the gymnasium wall. I manage to penetrate the wall, but get lost in the blackness on the way out. I start to feel lost and fearful in the dark, and this caused me to wake. Wake time = 4:40am
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    9. Loooong Dream :-)

      by , 05-19-2014 at 06:42 PM
      May 18, 2014: Took 100mg 5-HTP and 480mg powdered, encapsulated ADR: I am at a gathering of people, like a farmer’s market set up at the periphery of a large outdoor parking lot. The parking lot is full of cars, including my own Camry, which I have parked. I’ve been told I have some kind of “internal condition” which was spotted on an MRI or CT scan and I need to take a particular medication or antibiotic to treat the condition.

      I am with a person wearing a white lab coat. He has a rectangular box which contains at least one zip lock baggie inside of which are three differently colored, very tiny pills in a foil pack which are to be taken orally. The color coding refers to the three different dosages of the pills, but it is initially unclear which is the high dose and which is the low dose, or what order in which they need to be taken. There is also a tuberculin syringe in the box, but I don’t need that.

      I go to leave the market and search and search for my car. I use my key fob to press the panic button to get the horn to beep and headlights to flash, but still cannot hear, see, or locate my car. I wander all around in my search, and even though others have left and there are fewer cars, I still can’t find mine. On several occasions a car is seen to flash a single headlight when I press my fob, but it is never my car. A girl tries to tell me some old junky car is mine, and I tell her no it isn’t, I have a gas/electric hybrid Camry.

      The scene shifts to a street where I am speaking with a dream character who asks me if I play basketball with a particular guy. I lie and say yes. He says he does too. The scene shifts again and I am in a car attempting to drive on a road which is deeply rutted with ice many inches thick. In some spots there are ice formations up to a foot high in the road. I come to an intersection where I can only turn left or right. In front and above me is a separate elevated roadway. At my ground-level intersection left leads to Brooklyn, and right will take me to the east. I turn right.

      Now I am in a hotel-like, well-lit corridor with two other dream characters, one of whom was a childhood friend, Ray L******* whom I have not seen in over forty years. I am having a lot of trouble moving down the hall, which all of us are urgently trying to do. It feels as if I am trying to move through jello instead of air. I reach out my hand and Ray pulls me along a bit. This helps. I also grasp onto the corner of any table, cabinet or handrail I encounter to try and keep moving forwards. After much effort we finally make it to a dorm-like room or four-bed hospital room. My bed is the one just inside the door. Although there are three other beds, I know that the one nearest the door is mine because my initials are monogrammed into the bedspread. The two dream characters and I arrive at the dorm room ahead of Helen M***** and her daughter who will also be sleeping in this place. I am surprised that it is co-ed. I wake.
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    10. Meeting the Dragon Mother from Game of Thrones

      by , 04-21-2014 at 04:20 PM
      April 21, 2014: I am one of three men in a car driving to a location to meet a woman performer whom we would like to back financially and promote. Unfortunately, the persons we had approached to actually provide the financing did not come through, and some other individual or group ended up picking her up instead. We meet her in her dressing room. The woman we meet is Emelia Clarke, the actress who plays Daenerys Targaryen (Dragon Mother) on Game of Thrones. She appears just about ready to go on and do her act/show. We have a short conversation wherein we tell her how great she looks and how extremely well she will do even with the other backers, not us, and that we are sorry that we can’t be involved in promoting/representing her. We each give her a warm, earnest hug and leave.

      We are now getting back in the car, which is a large, forties-style black mobster-type car with rounded fenders and roof. There are shirts and/or suits on a hanger hooked on the driver’s side rear which has to be held aside by me so I can slip into the back seat behind the driver. We drive off.

      As we drive we pass what appears to be a cheap, salt-box hotel or low income housing on the left side of the street. A plane - a greatly scaled up version of the Wright Brother’s airplane which is as large as a modern-day jet liner barely clears the building. The plane has a long horizontal row of blindingly bright landing lights. I make a comment on what a disaster it would be if the plane crashed into the building. I wake.
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