monkeyking

Keep it up, NM. The brain is plastic, and the more you find ways to work it out, the more it will expand and enable itself to do more, clarify better etc.

Last night. Non-lucid

I have a new girlfriend. She is amazing; professional, beautiful, attentive, selfless, totally into me. I'm pretty smitten with her. We're cuddling and I'm telling her that my parents want to meet her. I tell her we're going to go to dinner with them Friday evening. It is dark and we're under the covers, getting ready for sleep. She whispers in my ear that she doesn't want to go out to with my parents and explains she was hoping we could get out of town for the weekend, since we have both been working so much. I tell her how wonderful that sounds and explain that my Mother would be crushed if we bailed. We discuss it for awhile. We have great sex, like we're in a dream.

We're at dinner. The place looks like some seedy video poker place with a sushi buffet in the main room. We have an indoor balcony seat overlooking the buffet. It looks like folding tables covered in cheap cloth. On top of that are bags of ice that look like they were purchased at a gas station. The tables are wet and the sushi looks terrible, almost like it's been sitting in the ice bath in contact with the water. My new lady starts to talk about how terrible it is to eat animals and I begin to think she's a bit annoying about her diet. I eat a piece of sushi. It is canned tuna fish and cream cheese wrapped in white rice. Nothing short of terrible. Edible, but what I would expect from some redneck Asian themed party. I begin to think going vegetarian doesn't sound so bad after all. I look at my girlfriend. She has dark brown hair, fine, and just below the shoulder. It's parted in the middle. She's wearing thin rimmed glasses with oval shaped lenses. White button up blouse buttoned down just enough to be sexy and still be appropriate for my family. I can't see under the table but I guess she's wearing a dark sheer skirt that cuts off just below the knees. I bet she's wearing her comfortable heels;The short ones with just a thin black strap and buckle to tighten them on.

I'm at some party. It's a warehouse I've visited before in my dreams. Months back I broke into it during the daylight while my friends kept an eye on the security guard. I was looking for a backpack I lost at a party presumably just like this one.
I'm riding a mini-bike with my friends through downtown Portland. We're arguing about whether we have time to catch a train and go Zoobombing before going home. It's pouring and we're soaked. Some of us catch a train, others miss it or stay behind. The city isn't quite right. It's toobright in spots and the max line is all wrong. I'm on the max trying to figure out what's not right...

The sounds of an autistic man breathing in and out of a harmonica wakes me up. It's 5:13. I can't really remember any of the other dreams I had, and I'm sure I've left out big sections. My recall really sucks when I'm at work. (I stay overnights and get to sleep. It's part of my job)