The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict

19.07.2016

I Don't Know How To Play Guitar! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm at a gig, having just performed, though what exactly I did escapes me. I watch a man in his 60s come on stage briefly with his guitar before going off again, presumably to fix a broken string. The crowd are cheering excitedly so I gather that he's well-known.

He comes back on, but instead of playing he goes straight into a forward flip stage dive. Watching from the stage, I wince as it looks like he slams his feet down into someone's head, though no one seems to mind. We--me and a few others onstage--watch it replayed in front of us (though not on a screen), and it definitely looks painful.

Lots of people are already crowd surfing so I decide to join in, and notice how quickly I'm passed over the crowd; it's like floating on a river. As I start to near the back of the crowd I realise I'm performing again soon and need to head back, and merely pointing towards the stage makes the crowd pull me there instantly.


I get off the stage and walk past security into the backstage area. I navigate a load of corridors and notice how incredibly ornate everything is. It's like a palace, or a temple.

I'm looking for some kind of dressing room but have no idea exactly what. I know I'm on soon, and get the feeling I'm meant to be playing guitar, but that's it. I've never played guitar in my life.

Finally I find a guy who asks me what I need and I tell him: I'm performing soon need to find a dressing room. He points to the closed door beside him. I tell him I'm supposed to be playing guitar so need to learn how. Halfway through saying this it hits me: I don't know how to play guitar--it's a dream.

I tell him, '...but it's a dream so...', and, not knowing quite what to do with this realisation, front flip magically through the closed door. I land on my back and wake up.

11.07.2016

That's How Much I Want This Job (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So I'm currently job-hunting, and there's a particular job that should've gotten back to me this week--one that I want massively.


The first part I remember is having to crawl across a large pipe above a huge pool of sewage. It stinks even worse than normal sewage I'm sure, and has a distinct vomit smell to it. I'm with three other people at least, split into two groups, though I don't think we're competing at this point.

Me and a girl are taking it in turns to try and cross, but we fall off and into the sewage often. This then makes the pipe more slippery, and makes it harder and harder for us to not throw up ourselves. The girl is using a plate to throw up on so that it doesn't go directly onto the pipe. I don't throw up but I've never been able to taste such a horrific smell in my life. It even follows me into waking life when my alarm goes.


I'm then in a skate park kind of setting, but instead of ramps there is a large multicoloured canvas stretching over about 200 square metres, and raised unevenly at various points, as if a sort of tent roof.

I repeatedly (at least five times) climb up on one side and walk tentatively over what I deem to be the strongest parts to the other side, before jumping down and starting again. I do this in the hopes that it will help me get the job. There are two other people doing the same, far away from me, and one guy in particular I can see; he often picks up a skateboard and attempts to skate on it slowly. I worry that this will get him more points.


Shortly after, in the same area, I'm on an astroturf pitch with various others a competing for the job. There is a coach-type figure, who will decide who gets it. Among the other applicants are some people I knew from school, but never really liked very much.

I can't remember if there's anything he gets us to do, but I go off to the toilet, before worrying that I could be missing valuable time to impress the coach. I realise I've been complacent about my chances, and notice that there are still a lot of people in line to get the job.

I dread to think of the people from my school getting it, as I feel they don't deserve it (they're not even in the same line of work as I am).

30.06.2016

Death in the House of Cards (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

First one back. Pretty basic, but it's a start.


I'm in the world of House Of Cards, in some sort of lab. There's some weird green insect, about the size of a small dog, being extracted from Frank--I don't know what for.

A woman doctor is trying to not let me die, while undertaking some kind of operation, I suspect to make me stronger or something. The whole lab ignites from her intensely passionate concentration.

As I leave, I see a guy flicking through politicians' profiles on his computer--including Donald Trump--trying to decide who next to target for whatever reason. He says to me, 'watch the exit'. Walking through the lobby of the building I see someone I recognise say 'I want to shoot someone today'. An innocent passerby overhears but it's too late, and one of the politicians I've just seen on the computer is killed in the crowd.

I walk out the unguarded exit, as part of this was clearly meant to be a distraction. I look to the left to see Trump walking out of the building in a different direction, and I suspect he has been turned into a sleeper agent.