Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I was walking down a dark, desolate road alone at night. I was going slightly uphill. The only building in sight was a well-lit house to my right. I then was talking to Ryan, though he wasn't there with me. We were either on the phone, or communicating telepathically. He was saying we could walk and meet up somewhere and go on a trip. I think I just wanted to drive. Plus, Ryan is married, and you would think that would be kinda weird...

I then saw Ryan and a bar chart of all the vacations he'd been on. It measured how much fun he had on each trip. The first one had the highest bar, and it was marked "Universal". He and I, in waking life, went to Universal Studios last year. Apparently, in the dream, it was the most fun vacation he'd ever had.

Then, I was at Ryan's house, though it looked a bit different from how it looked in waking life. I was sitting in the living room on the floor next to the couch Ryan was sitting on; there were two couches, the one he was sitting on, and the one his wife brought when she moved in with him. Across the room in a chair sat Ryan's wife. She was wearing an orange shirt. Well of course she's gonna be here, I thought to myself, Ryan is married now. I avoided looking her directly in the eye. We all sat around and talked. The whole thing was kind of weird for me. I kept thinking about how they were married now. I wondered about their relationship, about whether or not they've had a good marriage so far.

Someone then came to the door and knocked. Ryan's wife got up to get it. It was one of her friends. I then looked behind me, and could see upstairs (he doesn't have an upstairs in waking life). The door to their room was shut, but you could see a light on through the cracks. I guess they were hanging out alone. There was this almost awkwardness between Ryan and I, like he wanted to be with me, but he was married. I didn't really want to be with him per say, we just had a nice relationship at one point. I imagined myself snuggled underneath the covers of his bed.

Then, I was no longer at Ryan's, but I was checking on this device I had made to detect certain kinds of waves from different planets; I was trying to see if other planets were trying to communicate with us. The device I had was made out of Proactiv bottles? It was weird. But I got something from Neptune, though I wasn't sure exactly what it was. I figured it was probably just interference or something, but I kept my hopes up.

At some point, I remember writing on a piece of paper with different colored permanent markers. I picked up the paper, and saw that the ink had bled through onto the table.