non-lucid

non-lucid novella of a dream. I'm walking along the edges of these randomly spaced pools of water. I have a memory of having been under water with Great White Sharks, all I saw red, so I kept my eyes close.

I suddenly notice fins in these pools of water. In each oddly shaped pool, there is a GW Shark. They have red mouths. One in particular, maintains eye contact as I walk along his pool. He swam to the edge and started to come out of the pool. As he was coming out he turned into a man and said 'Hi, what's your name?" I told him and somehow he led me away from the pools and we were suddenly in my neighborhood in Los Angeles. There was some back and forth banter about who we are and what we do. He was caught off the coast of Carolina for harassing surfers. He would snout their surf boards. I said I would find that terrorizing. He just thought it was a funny joke.

I asked him what he would like to do next. He said just enjoy your typical day. So we drove down Sunset, saw the sites, hung out and talked. We ended up at Mel's Diner for some burgers and shakes. By this point he was holding my hand - not really in a sexual way, but in an acceptance of a friendship kind of way. He told me that he appreciated me showing him my world and he has had one of his best days.

So now he wants to do something for me. "Well, what did you have in mind?" His reply . . ." Let's go swimming" My heart dropped to my stomach and I stopped in my tracks. I felt tricked. Truthfully, I regret not going.

Very short memory of this non-lucid dream. Riding in the passenger seat of a car with my mother driving. There is a man with a parachute that didn't open falling out of the sky and he slams face first into the rocky wall. I demanded my mother pull over to help. She didn't. Argument about stopping. I really wanted to help, but couldn't. Deep sadness.

Trippy Dream of back and forth. moving around. leaving friends. leaving family. confrontation with my bro's ex-wife. people aren't where they are supposed to be - New Yorkers in Chicago. Me, back to Los Angeles. Then back to Chicago. Then to West Virginia. Told my brother I didn't understand anything happening and that I was suicidal. Miss my friends, miss my life, suicidal. And then I considered it. I wonder what it would be like to kill yourself in the dreamworld.

Not a lucid dream

Started with houses with basements. Our house was having a show in the basement with wild animals - big cats. Didn't want to watch the show. Scared and went upstairs with worry what was happening below.

Walked outside - snow up a hollow road - started driving. Became Lucid. Conjured J - came on a motorcycle. He got off, took the helmet off and nodded to me, but went inside a kitchen dismissively. My friend Dutch was there. They conversed briefly and he told me he wasn't in the mood right now to talk. Later. I kept waiting. I went in the bedroom and J had gone to bed. Looked up and said, "Just get in". Hair.

No longer lucid - in a high rise. My family is visiting. Airplanes are flying by too closely and crashing into one of the buildings. I could no longer watch and was experiencing anxiety. Saw my old friend, Britta riding a motorcycle and dropping someone off. There are viking boats flying in the air up to the clouds. Valhalla. At closer inspection they are flying on cables. I don't think I could take a ride in one.

See my former best friend Erika - she looks at me and walks away. I keep calling her name and she won't turn around. Suddenly we are talking as if nothing happened. She can't come out with us this evening. KT wanted her to. Driving around looking for DH and my brother and family trying to find where they are. I think they went to dinner without me. I went to the library and checked out a handbag - my favorite travel one I got 5 years ago.

Themes - wild animals being threatening, plane crashes. Getting better and conjuring during LD.