Linkzelda's Dream Journal

06.17.2012

Dreamprofesser? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Wait....did I.....nahh....but...maybe my recall is a little skewed, we'll see how this plays out.

I took a nap like an hour or two ago, can't really remember, but I had a few weird dream I guess. I'll just combine all those frags together since it was a nap.

Things start out in a bus, kind of like those Greyhound buses with the containers for storing small suitcases and stuff above the seats. There's this guy who is muscular, wearing a gray/white shirt, and looks like one of those gym instructors at that place I workout in waking life resting his arms on top of the seat he has his knees on in front of me.

It didn't feel awkward until he started to sweat a little bit on me, so I turned my legs to the side instead of having them in synch with the direction of my torso. And it seems he can barely fit in the bus too, he's so tall, he has to duck his head when his sitting down, but I guess that's because he had his knees on the seat instead of actually sitting down.

He gets up, thank god, and says,

"I need to take a shower." I passively accepted that as something he would do later, but he's getting up to go to the back, and he opens some containers on the left side, and they have water in them.

Lol, don't tell me you're going to try and fit yourself in there and take a shower....

This guy is actually going to do it! He's carefully opening one container at a time, and then goes to the back of them to drain out whatever is left, and I think I helped out for some odd reason. As I'm draining the water out, I swear it went from transparent to a dark pink-ish type of color. I make sure I wash the container properly with some soap.

It took a while for me to get the soap out with some running water because the sink was full of plates and I didn't want to container to come in contact with them. The container was basically a square that was cut diagonally. I think people wanted me to hurry up and finish washing the container, but they didn't say to me directly, I could just tell by their expressions that I'm spending way too much time on this.

The dream shifts, and I believe I'm in the gym with my mother, lol, how does that work out? So much for reality checks.

Anyway, my mother has her workout clothes on for a few minutes, and then suddenly she comes back again with regular clothes. She tells me she can't go on the treadmill, and as we're walking to the set of treadmills, she pointed at one that some lady just got off from.

I tried to make her shift her hand somewhere else so that lady wouldn't think we're talking about her, but meh, seems the lady was clueless anyway.

Apparently, the gym is set outdoors, and it rained a few minutes ago I bet, so that made all the gym equipment icky and stuff. Makes sense to not go on the treadmill, especially with all those people's hands on the bars of it, and the surface being wet as well.

We get out of the area of the weird outdoors gym, (I swear that should've been another reality check lol.....who invests in expensive gym equipment and puts it outside for it to get damaged?)

You know.....I guess it's time with each reality check, instead of asking if I'm dreaming, I should really be analytical of things, maybe that might help things a bit. I tried avoiding being too thoughtful about these things, but I guess it's time I do it again, especially since I want to find a certain someone again.....

Okay, back to the dream, yeah, by this time, I believe me and my mother go our separate ways. I go to some random alley, and it's still daytime, but the gray clouds make it look like it's close to night or something. I see two black men, one a cop, and one I can't tell at the moment because of the angle I'm looking down at is a bit awkward.

The cop is helping the guy carry some books, and since I was on top, I accidently walked on these pile of books, but I quickly get off. Seems I didn't affect anything, so I keep walking a bit until I hear one of them say something about people being able to donate any books they have for what seems to be a mini-library that is being set up near the alley.

Hm...........I decided I should give a book for the cause, and the title had a "Pt. 2" to it, so I wonder where was Part 1 lol, but I just put it in the pile of books they were going to carry in. I go down, and I finally see the black man other than the black cop.

He's wearing glasses.....


He's smiling, he's wearing a dress shirt and some fancy dark pants as well. I didn't click for me as yet on who this could be though...I told him that I gave them a book, and I think I said the title as well when he asks me what it was.

Then to add on to what I said, I believe I started to sing a short phrase related to the nature of the book. It just came out, just like that, don't know how I even concieved the thought, but hey, the guy digged it, so I guess it's wasn't too bad.

The dream shifts again, and this time, I brought my mother to the same alley that I was in. We're back on the top of the alley, and since the pile of books were removed, I figured I should help bring my mother down through this gap.

I take my time to get her prepared to drop, and when I do, she immediately collapses.

Are you kidding me....oh god......what the hell do I do now?!?!?!?!?

I jump into the gap, and it realized it's a bit deeper than it was before. I could've sworn that same gap was a least 5 feet deep, and that's enough for anyone to land safely.

Felt like this time, it was 15-20 feet deep. Ugh.

I panic a little, but I calm down, and I rush to the door where the books were going into, and I'm ignoring the same man at the time because I'm really worried about what's going to happen to my mother.

I'm trying to find a phone, so I can call my mother....LOL, what logic is that Link??!?!? She's unconscious, and you want to call her in hopes that she hears the ringtone?

GOD, I'm am so STUPID!!!!

I even picked up a small cracker, and tried to dial in the little bumps on it, I was saturated with the thought of worrying that something bad will happen to her that I didn't even realize I'm fucking using a cracker to dial numbers....


LOL.

I'm sure the guy inside was just watching me, probably even mentally facepalming himself at the horrible skill I'm exhibiting right now. I open the door to check the status of my mother, and my vision of things right at that moment is blurred. I see a figure slowly get up, and immediately, I knew it was my mother.

I rushed to her and asked if she was okay.

While I was trying to explain, I was speaking at 300,000,000,000,000 words a second, so she looks at me weirdly, and then I started to slow down a bit and talk coherently.

I told her I was trying to call her to see if she wakes up (stupid Link...STUPID STUPID!) and all sorts of explanations.

And the same guy who was inside? I'm pretty sure that was dreamprofesser...but since I was so occupied with doing a horrible job of trying to get my mother conscious again, I couldn't take the time to absorb all the features of the man's visage.

But the glasses alone, it could've been him.


Some nap that was!