memorable

Sarge was our family German Shepherd, always hungry, he had bitten every kid on the block at least once, (the Rodriquez brothers at least two times each).
It was kind of like the neighborhood initiation, come play with us, Sarge gets a piece of you.
He was acting rather unusual that day, walking slow, then circling around me, it was one of those classic San Gabriel valley summer days, hot and smoggy.
I went to the backyard for some reason and stood there looking around, Sarge was there next to me.
I began to wonder where everyone else is at, then I realized I dont live here anymore, and Sarge was put down over 30 years ago, I suddenly became very lucid.
I also was aware of my dog sitting there next to me, as if he was waiting for me to LD, he looked at me...I said, "Hey boy! how have you been?" as I touched his head...

Sarge answered, "Fine, they treat us good."
Me: "I'm sorry that I wasnt there when they got rid of you", (I was away at
school when he was put to sleep.)
Sarge: "Thats okay, but I did miss you". His long tonque moved in and out as
he panted.
Me: "Why did you bite so many people back then?"
Sarge: "I dont know, I just didnt like everyone."
Me: "So where did you go after I left?"
Sarge: "Somewhere."
Me: "Are you alright where you are at?"
Sarge: "Yes, I get to rest a lot."
Me: "Are you hungry?"
Sarge: "No, but thanks for always feeding me."
Me: "I wish we could have gone to more places."
Sarge: "Thats okay."

(At this point I knew that this dream was going to end, so I hurried.)

Me: "Where are you going?" He had started to walk away.
Sarge: "I have to go home."
Me: "Will you be okay now?"
Sarge: "Yes...bye..."
I didnt know what else to say to him as he walked away.

The dream faded, I still reflect on that meeting with Sarge, I feel good that I got to see him again, and now I know that he's okay.

I stood next to my Top Fuel dragster, waiting to climb in and race again.
The helmet felt heavy and warm around my head, and sometimes it wasnt really there at all.
This is the drag strip at the Pomona Fairgrounds in California. I was at the head of a long line of racecars waiting to make a run on the quarter mile.
It was hot and noisy, the announcer droned on about the activities at the track. People were everywhere.

Someone indicated that I should get into my car, but I'm not a professional drag racer, I dont own one of these half million dollar missiles, but I'm supposed to be the driver.

The realization hits me...I was in a dream, and I am now lucid. The little dream gauge in the back of my subconcious feels like this is going to be a long and intense LD. I decide what the hell...I'm going to drive this beast!

The car is a tradional top fuel rail, it is blue with yellow bands running lengthwise. My dream car appears a little on the small side, but everything else looks authentic.
I step in and squirm down into the cockpit, just like I had seen 100's of drivers do over the years. I had to put on my own safety straps, no one helped me. Most of the standard dragster controls were there, including the steering handle, hand brake, and parachute release.

I was aware of activity behind me and the engine roared to life, and the 30 foot dragster started to roll. It was shaking and vibrating, and I can feel the heat of the 7000 horsepower engine behind me as I struggled to steer the car into my lane. A DC, my crew chief, gave me the sign to do a burn out, which I did smoothly, I stopped the car with the hand brake and looked for the reverse gear, there wasnt one, but the car started backing up automatically.

I stopped the car again, and the crew chief guided me forward. At this point I had completely forgotten that I was in a LD, I was fighting to keep the dragster under control so hard.
He stepped out of the way, and I stopped the car in the staging beams, That is when I looked over to my right through the roll cage to see my unidentified opponent doing the same. I can smell the burning nitromethane pouring from the headers.

The grandstands are full of spectators, the sky is blue, the sun is beating down on us as we wait for the green lights to flash.
They do, and I slam the throttle and release the brake, I feel the car rear up on its huge back tires, the pavement begins to slip past me at incredible speed.
I'm doing all that I can to keep the car going in a straight line, I grip the steering hard and hold the front wheels straight.
My opponent is next to me as our cars pass 200 mph, and I begin to fall behind, he shoots past me, my engine revs and shakes as I know that I've lost traction and spun the rear tires in a cloud of smoke.

I still have to stop the car from 250 mph, I release the throttle, pull the parachutes, and pull the hand brake. I bounce and swerve as I look for the fuel shut off, of course there isnt one, I steer the car towards the exit as it slows...

I can hear the announcer saying something about me as I awaken.

The recurrent villain in my dreams is a T-Rex. It has been chasing me for as long as I have been dreaming. I run from house to house, hiding under cars, behind bushes, inside of strangers homes.
I try to be as quiet as possible, it comes walking up the street, smashing cars, kicking his way through houses, people everywhere are screaming.
I jump out and run as fast as I can, hide again, he always finds me.

The most recent meeting with T-Rex, I was quietly lurking in a neighborhood, conditions dictated that he was nearby, but I didnt hear the usual roaring, crashes and screaming.
It was then that I realized that the tree I was standing next was his left leg.
I could see the scales up close. I slowly looked up at him, he was obviously scanning the area for me, he had no idea that I was standing next to him.
He was about 30 feet tall.
I slowly crept away, never taking my eyes off him. I put as much distance between us as I could before I awoke.

A good LD for me today, I tried to WBTB but that fizzled, I fell back asleep anyways.

It started out in a big office again, always lots of desks, people I dont know.
Then and there I knew I was LD'ing!
I looked at the walls and the details of the furnishings. I decided to leave and walked out through the glass front doors and stopped on the sidewalk, then I looked around at the LD world inside of my head.
I knew I was LD'ing, and I wanted to feel everything this time, see how warm it is, feel the air around me, get as close to the sense that this is a normal world, that everything here is real.
It was sunny, warm, I felt safe here.

I looked around for the wall that I had written two DV members names on in a previous LD. but I somehow ended up near some older buildings, so I decided to RC by looking at my feet, I forgot to hand rub again.
It was a very lucid dream anyways, but nothing was happening, so I decided to have some fun of my own.
I leaned back and 'chair glided' above the road, my feet out in front, just like having an invisible car.
I traveled along a dirt road, steering by looking in the direstion that I wanted to go in. I soon came upon an old farm house, I landed on my feet and walked in through the front door, pushing the old screen door out of the way. I looked around as I walked along the hallway, the wooden floor creaked under my feet, there was no one home. This house had a certain familiarity to it.

I did another RC to check my 'dream meter', everything was very solid and I knew that this was a long LD.
By this time I had lost my shirt and shoes, of course my LD body always has
8-pack abs and all the rest.
So now I am getting dissapointed that no one is home (DC's), (I should have explored the house more). I go out the back door, there is a small barn to my left. I walk on the cool ground towards the big doors, they are open, there is a brown horse standing there, I begin to brush him down.

Now I've been here before, a ranch setting, in the country, this horse. Some DV members have suggested that he is my dream guide. There has been a DC girl that has been there several times recently. I will talk to her next time I see her.
As for the stallion, I will try to remember to ask him next time I return. I work at brushing him down from nose to tail. He begins to talk about random things, my friends, how I feel about issues in my family. We are having a casual conversation.

I am leaning on his side as I begin to wake up, I wanted to see If I could get a ride.

I was in an office that I have been to several times (LD'ing).
Every step was taken, hello's to DC's, riding in an elevator. In the back of my LD mind, I was wondering how much time was passing by.

I arrived at my office, took off my jacket and hung it up. I went into my private and nicely appointed bathroom. There I used the toilet, washed my hands and face, took time to examine myself in the mirror. My PA, an Asian girl, brought me a cup of coffee, we sat down at my desk.

To my left was a small clock on a shelf, I informed the DC that I wanted to time this LD. She quietly agreed and continued opening my mail. I took the clock and set it on the desk in front of me. The time was 7:05, we began to read the mail, tossing the junk and saving the important letters.

I would periodically look at the clock, the time was passing normally, only a few minutes between checks. There was no need to do any RC's or spin, as I knew that this was a good and long LD. We drank coffee, talked about the days business, she hardly looked up at at me as we worked. The idea of sex or anything else wasnt important, I just wanted to see how long I would remain here.

My DC secretary got up and brought back a schedule, then started arranging meetings, asking me if I was available on such days etc...
She was dressed in a white blouse, black short skirt, and black hi-heels. She wore some red coral jewelry, a necklace and wrist bangel. Her black hair was past shoulder length. It seems that I had a lot of time to study these details of her and my surroundings.

The time was now 7:30, we had been here for over 30 minutes. The last time that I checked, it was 7:35. I knew that this LD was fading, I told her bye, she smiled and I woke up.

I walked along the wooden floor of the base café, the click of my heels echoed through the empty room. There were no patrons, only empty tables and no one sitting at the bar.
Everything had a sepia tinge to it, like in an old movie. By the look and feel of the scene, it was obviously during WW-II, and I was in uniform, a person of somewhat high ranking, it was possibly an Army uniform.
The air was warm and dusty, The Glen Miller Orchestra played ‘String of Pearls’ from the jukebox. The lone bartender paid me no attention as I passed by, he was wiping the bar.
I saw her sitting there at a small table to my left, she smiled as I approached. I said hi as she rose to her feet. She smiled and extended her hand. I took it and gave a gentle shake. I asked her if she had been waiting long, she said no as she smiled again.
I sat across from her, the small round table only had 2 chairs, so we were close to each other. A waiter came over and set a plate of sandwiches and 2 glasses of beer down.
“I already ordered for us.” She smiled again as she lifted the glass to her lips. I raised my glass and sipped the ice cold beer. She wasn’t shy at all about eating, she picked up one of the sandwiches and bit into it, I watched her closely as she chewed carefully.

I had realized that I was LD’ing when I first entered the café. Everything was real down to the last detail. Rather than go off on my own direction, I had decided to see how this LD would play out.

“What are you looking at?” she said as I continued to watch her every move. I could hardly believe that I was sitting at a table, in an Army base café, in a uniform, having lunch with Jennifer Connely.
“I just wish that we could stay here forever, I’ve wanted to meet you for so long, you know that I’m only dreaming, and I will eventually have to leave.” I took a bite of the sandwich, a Club Sandwich I believe.
She set her glass down, “Its okay, I just want to make the most of the time that we have together.”

I was amazed at the continual clarity and realism of this LD. I was getting absolutely no indication that I would be waking up soon, everything was 100% real. I didn’t need to RC at all. Every move that I made was like RC’ing continually.

She appeared as she did in The Rocketeer, likely due to the WW-II setting of that movie. Her attire and manner reflected her character in that film. She wore a white 2-piece outfit, trimmed with black, padded shoulders, the skirt was narrow at the bottom just like in those days. She wore matching white pumps.
The juke box played another familiar dance tune, I asked her if she wanted to dance as I stood.
“Certainly I will.” was her response as she rose and walked towards me. I took her hand and led her a few steps away from our table. I put my left arm around her waist and pulled her in close. She was a few inches shorter than me. Our right hands were joined as we moved slowly to the music.
I held her as we moved back and forth, the horns from the Glen Miller record in perfect harmony. I looked out the windows at the airfield, a few scattered planes, several cars and jeeps basked in the sun.
“You know Jennifer, I really like that movie you did with Don Johnson, The Hot Spot.” She smiled and giggled a little, she held me tighter as we moved together.
“Oh that one…yeah, it was a fun project, it was a warm time of the year, but I guess that’s what they wanted.”
She was slightly embarrassed I think because in that movie she did her only nude scene. It was tastefully done with no overboard shots. I was sure that’s was why she smiled and rested her chin on my shoulder.

I kept waiting for this dream to end abruptly, but I was still firmly in this LD with no signs of fading away. We continued to dance.

I could feel and smell her long dark hair across my arms as I held her. She lifted her head and looked at me, her face only inches from mine.
‘You are a really nice guy, I’m glad that we have this time, I get so busy some times.” She looked into my eyes as I kissed her gently, our lips touching slightly. We embraced and kissed as we danced. Everything about her and I was real. There was no foggy areas or shaky recollections. Our lips pressed together, our tongues teased and explored.
After a few minutes of our slow dancing and kissing, the music stopped and I led her back to our table. I sat, took a drink, and then I knew that this LD was approaching its end. I knew that no amount of RC’s or hand rubbing would keep me here, as bad as I wanted to.
“You know that I have to go now, I’ve had the most wonderful time with you, I wish we could do this again and for a longer time.”
She smiled, “That’s okay Larry, I knew that you would be leaving, but I will be here when you return, I had such a good time with you. But you have to go now, I’ll see you soon, okay?”