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    2015-04-07 magical time with beloved Wershel so rudely interrupted

    by , 04-07-2015 at 09:42 AM (387 Views)
    No wakings recalled early, mid recall only a few moments, late recall great but interrupted (right when things were getting good)

    [FM] = false memory
    [DS] = dream sign
    + beginning of dream
    - WL notes

    2015-04-07

    -00:08 bedtime

    -mid, 06:12

    + In a gathering with people in a half-lit room, I'm standing by an open refrigerator and select an open bottle of somewhat murky liquid to drink. I realize this is the bottle that previously had beer in it and now was refilled with water, I take a drink of it trying to detect the former beer flavor but don't feel it. I hear MR is telling tale of encountering a bad guy, where M told him s.l. "do you really want to do that?"

    + In childhood home (longer earlier part forgotten), I'm leaving the house, walking from the garage up to the street in front of the house, then back down the front steps to the front yard. A small black boy follows me. On the final approach at the bottom of the stairs, I see that a medium-sized (6-8 feet), new fruit tree (plum?) has been planted right in the middle of the walkway. This is somewhat surprising but I "remember" [FM] that yes this is a new tree recently planted here. I look at it and see the sunlight hitting its leaves, this is the only spot in the highly sheltered yard where there is sun exposure [FM]. I want to enter the house and take my proper leave of my parents. I enter the open front door and my mother is there, (also my sister is around), the boy enters the house and my mother says to him "oh there you are!"

    -long BTS, following breath, works best: exhaling all tension, all "effort", no mantra, over and over.

    -late, 08:00?

    + arrive in my room somewhere, like a dorm room in a large old building: I'm closely examine the multiple doors to the room and the old/intricate locking mechanisms on the door. I see a small (red?) dial on top of a radiator and turn it off as I don't want the room to get too hot. I exit to the hallway & see & invite attractive middle-aged woman with short black hair into my room, she seems like she'd by sexy, she's wearing some makeup. I return to my room after her, closing the multiple sets of doors as I go, thinking if I should offer her a drink

    + I'm sitting in my first adult car in childhood home garage, the car behaves strangely, it's drifting forwards towards the wall/shelves sort of out of control, I repeatedly apply the parking brake to stop the car from hitting the wall. I back out of the garage up the driveway to the street and as I enter the street I realize I did not look behind me and that this is dangerous because I could hit somebody very easily. Once on the street I look ahead and I see many red emergency vehicles stopped all over the street (with more arriving?), my car is rolling forwards again and I almost roll into a fireman standing there.

    +(f) on street outside childhood home, think of flying, test gravity by jumping about 15 feet into the air, I float slowly down and I sort of giggle and just continue with the dream (followed by air-swimming) (ARGH!)

    -Notice my wife is already up, spread out comfortably to ideal dreaming position and fall back asleep (I frequently get lucid once she's out of bed when I can sleep in)

    -very late, 10:30:

    + I'm really groggy and my vision is really poor (FA?), I can't see clearly the adult women on the other side of the room. I'm lying under some covers right next to a hot girl wearing [don't see, imagine] red bikini panties who's still asleep. I'm looking to see if anybody can see us. I decide they can't see and get bold.
    Spoiler for 18+:


    + girl asks me to be her escort at the beach (woohoo!) because of possibility of encountering bad guys; throwing a frisbee discuss style with glowing LEDs all around the rim, the manager(?) (asks me not to do that inside?)

    +(f) playing ping-pong outside with some kids (1 boy 1 girl)

    + bunch of bad guys leaving beach in a room, they left garbage, we pick it up, take it out, woman carrying very tall objects "look out for electrical wires", put things in open rooms in building? walk out to entrance to the proper garbage area, which is a huge indoors area with a tall, large flat pile of really stinking garbage, we throw the stuff there and to the floor area to the right.

    + my kids have found a large hole in the ground & a secret room below it with ceremonial daggers, they had to scare away the rats which ran across the street and when I look carefully it turned into a cat, walking around and we're leaving, we seal this room with a layer of clear (glass?) on top of the entrance hole, as we leave but I take the handful of ornamental daggers as souvenirs.

    +(f) leaving a restaurant, some guys have a girl on the table, I'm watching as I continue by

    + return to entrance to beach area, thers one girl sitting in that area who seems a bit leery of me, another girl comes by, turns, and moves to leave, I'm waiting for her to come to me herself but it looks like she won't, so I reach out with my right arm and hook it around her as she moves away to the right, and pull her (she doesn't resist) right up onto my lap/right leg. I ask her her name and look directly into her eyes, she's really cute. "I'm Wershel" she answers, "Wershel!?" I say, and she says "I'm not supposed to give you any confessions," she says, she was warned against me? She seems tentative but is sitting calmly, her face is so close to mine that I can smell her breath, and …

    -my wife wakes me up! No, my beloved Wershel! Wershel! AAAAARGH!

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