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    1. Tuesday, May 3

      by , Today at 12:22 AM
      Melissa and I are meeting Brooke somewhere. Itís late, 11pm exactly. The place is a bar like Flowing Tide. It has the two divided sides, but then thereís a curtain we go past into another portion. I never knew this section was here. I start looking at the drink menu, which has a ton of beer options. I donít know what to get. Also, I think we were at a house (probably Brookeís auntís) earlier or after this?



      I am bouldering at Basecamp. It feels good and fairly easy. The problems are designated by colored holds, which the walls are crowded with. I try one with a bunch of crimps. I then try something in the cave. I notice people watching from the perimeter of the mat.
      Tags: bar, beer, climbing
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    2. Monday, May 2

      by , Today at 12:21 AM
      Thereís something about me driving to a bar or something similar to meet Alex. The place is kind of far and it seems late, but I think itíll mean a lot to him because itís the last time Iíll get to do something with him. Thereís an image of the place in my mind - a bland exterior in what looks like a bland shopping center. Now, Iím with him and his mom in a house. Her hair is completely shaved on the sides and the top portion is pulled back in a tight ponytail. Sheís holding something and Alex says itís more than he brought to Maryland, implying that itís a weapon.
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    3. Sunday, May 1

      by , Today at 12:20 AM
      Iím walking into a classroom from its door to the outside. Naiía from work is behind me, but not quite close enough for me to hold the door, so I donít. Inside, it is completely empty save for the teacher, making me wonder if Iím in the wrong room or here at the wrong time. More people now show up. It seems like this is a final - we have to write a five page paper. I had only taken one page out at first. I take out more and fold and take off the perforated edges. I decide to write about a teenaged boy on a boat and a shark, making up the plot as I go. I sketch the boat in some waves (simple squiggly lines) and the shark on a page off to the side. I was going to have the shark attack the boy, but then want the guy's dad to throw him to the shark in a twist ending. In my mind, itíd be the second time the dad has done this.
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    4. Thursday, April 28

      by , Today at 12:19 AM
      Iím walking outside somewhere with Stella. The area seems unfamiliar. It still looks like Nevada though, with the rolling hills and lack of trees. We ascend a hill that I notice is now a dusty orange slate. It is steep enough to make me question my footing, especially since there are little pebbles all around. Stella runs circles around me in her excitement; I switch the leash between my hands to accommodate it. Iím now at the very top and the whole surrounding area comes into view. It is very pretty-thereís an ethereal-ness to it, so I take some pictures. I think this is the furthest Iíve gone this way and it didnít take too long.



      Iím in what feels like an underground building. It all seems to be under construction, in an early phase. Itís dim and sparse and it feels like I should not be here. There are several construction workers and Iím trying to not be seen by them. There seems to be a few levels and many rooms. I go into a couple and at times see some creepy scenes. One room in particular has an arrangement of stuffed animals that doesnít sit right with me. I get creeped out and leave the room. I think I am supposed to be doing something here (but Iím not sure what). Now I am with mom and sorting a black trash bag of things to either keep or throw away. I set aside the reusable things (pens, etc) to keep and want to throw away the rest, like papers and projects.



      Iím outside somewhere unfamiliar and trying to take a nap where Iím lying on some weird edge. It seems like the edge of a truck bed or something? I then end up in a tent. I have an iPad or tablet and put on the Pandora station Ďguitar for sleepí or something similar. I tried a similar station first but it wasnít very conducive for me trying to sleep. I now close my eyes and itís still very bright, though I think I fall asleep for a while. I emerge with the post-nap grogginess and go to be around everyone else (not sure who).



      (fragment) I am somehow holding onto the back end of a bus, what seems like a tour bus. Someone else is doing the same on the right side of the bus. The bus takes off, driving a little too fast for my uncertain grip. Iím not sure why Iím doing this.
    5. Wednesday, April 27

      by , Today at 12:16 AM
      Iím at work, though it also seems like Iím at home (the setting is definitely the conference room at work, but it feels like I was just home or the rest of the space is the house, Dadís house more specifically). Sitting in front of the computer but behind a bakerís rack, as itís still cluttered in here, I pull up a Grateful Dead concert clip on Youtube. Itís something like Ďlongest/best Dark Starí, with a timestamp of 20 minutes and some odd seconds. The scene is dark but I can tell from how the band members look that itís sometime in the 80s. I feel like itís going to be good. Now, I am inside the scene, onstage with the band. Phil and then Jerry are in my line of sight to the left. I watch them play and watch Phil play a huge and heavy note with a grin. There is communication, verbal or otherwise, about how he plays the bass like a guitar. Iím also playing a bass or guitar, briefly cognizant of how itís probably unnecessary. I look to Jerry to get his attention and mouth Ďdewí when he looks, conveying my intent to segue into Morning Dew. He lights up slightly, so I think itís well received. I get chills thinking about it.
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    6. Saturday, April 23

      by , Today at 12:15 AM
      Iím at work and going into the breakroom. John is here with a plate of food - chips and something else. I start making a plate as well. There are some chicken nuggets set out and a tray of what feels like leftover french fries. There are only several chicken nuggets, and I only leave one or two. In the process of making my plate, things on it seem to disappear, so I have to do it again. A couple others now show up, some of which are unfamiliar. They are a couple of women that seem to be visiting for work. One of them tells the employees that theyíll be needing the breakroom, that they canít eat outside or theyíll be fired. I glibly say itís fine when I really think itís ridiculous. I put BBQ sauce and a sour cream dip on my plate and walk outside. It immediately looks like Iíve walked into a backyard with a large lawn. I see most everyone else is sitting in the sun; I veer right into the shade. There are some camp chairs set up with a dog lying under one. I go pet the dog. He accepts it but also nips at me, though not in an unfriendly way. In the chair, Jessica is now to my right and Dad in the chair to her right. We are watching a lightning show on the horizon behind the house. There is some sheet lightning and bolts that arenít all that close. I notice Jessicaís hand naturally resting between her legs and subtly fidgeting with the seam of her jeans. I initially take it as sexual, though it could just be itching. She also quickly adjusts her bra; I see the cup move beneath the shirt. I glance over to read her shirt and Iím not sure if she takes it as me checking out her chest. I think about explaining myself but donít. Now, a plane flies fairly close overhead. Another appears and drops two projectiles. They fall for a moment and then start flying this way. They pass overhead, continue on, then explode on the far horizon. In my mind, the far horizon is somewhere like the East Coast, and itís crazy that I can see it from here.



      Iím outside somewhere with Melissa. Weíre on some road and approaching a long and steeply inclined overpass. Everyone (I think in cars) slows and stops. Apparently it is closed off suddenly. A man down here is trying to explain the situation to us. I become very angry with him, shouting Ďwho are you to tell us what to do with our animals?!í I guess the scenario has something to do with animals - horses? I end up hitting the man several times but he never reacts.
    7. Thursday, April 21

      by , Yesterday at 07:57 PM
      Iím climbing inside at what looks like or similar to Basecamp. I boulder a couple of problems; it feels easy and I feel strong and confident. I notice itís very empty in here, almost unbelievably so; I canít remember a time itís been less crowded. Now, Iím up at the front desk. Dustin sits behind it - he looks young (maybe how he looked back when I was climbing). He has his closely cropped beard and eyeglasses. I ask him how much it would cost to come a couple of times a week. He talks to me on the side of looking at his computer screen.
      Tags: climbing
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    8. Sunday, April 17

      by , Yesterday at 07:56 PM
      Iím at work and either about to sort carts or just passing through the warehouse. I notice a black wire rack that I havenít seen before (it looks similar to the red one we put DVDs on) with handwritten tags on green paper for the subsections in Nonfiction. This is a new process to me, and I wonder if itís going to make things simpler or more complicated. I also wonder if it was Reika or Jessica who wrote the tags.
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    9. Saturday, April 9

      by , Yesterday at 07:48 PM
      Iím outside somewhere with Zoe and either her son or Jessica from work. Her car is here, with the back full of Blu-rays and DVDs. We are sorting them into fruit trays. I get going and then realize I haven't been checking the condition on the last few. Some are still wrapped and the ones I did check were in good condition, so Iím not really worried about it. Now, we are in the back of the car with the door open as Zoe starts driving. She accelerates far too quickly for this situation. Still speeding, she glances in the rearview with an expression almost of joy to see if weíre still holding on (which we are).
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    10. Wednesday, April 6

      by , Yesterday at 07:46 PM
      Iím with Melissa and going to what seems to be a dispensary or a place for massages or both. The place seems dim and two stories tall. We walk in and the lobby is pretty crowded. I notice one guy with bloodshot eyes that are barely open. The lone woman receptionist looks to be in the same state as well. I think about adding CBD to my massage this time no matter the cost. I donít mind splurging a bit to get a really good experience. I also think about getting something from the dispensary to take home.

      *I mentioned edibles to Melissa yesterday. Iíve also been having some discomfort in my back.
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    11. Wednesday, March 30

      by , Yesterday at 07:45 PM
      I am driving to ---. The area seems fairly empty, like itís not school hours. As I approach, itís been so long that I forget which side is student parking. I guess it doesnít really matter, as Iím just a guest. I end up parking on the side that I now remember is staff parking. I hesitate, but there are plenty of empty spaces. Iím now getting out of the backed-in car, except it is a rolling office chair. I guess I donít find this odd, rolling it back into the far corner of this edge spot. Now Iím in the school and it is empty. Jessica from work is now here and we pass by the library. The door is cracked and I peek in, reliving some of my time here. The lights are off and I want to go in, but Jessica does not. I then see some guy moving slightly around in there, so we do not go in. Now, we are in a smaller, dim room. It seems to be a bathroom. There is just a window and an inset tub. Julia is now here and theyíre both down to their underwear and in the tub. They want me to get in, but I hesitate. Finally, I strip down to my black boxers, self conscious of how my penis is sticking up a bit in them. Just as Iím about to get in, Jessica gets out. This irritates me because she was just asking for me to get in.
    12. Friday, March 25

      by , Yesterday at 07:27 PM
      Iím going to some restaurant with Makayla. I think itís Mexican food, and it seems like itís inside of a strip mall. We sit down at a booth and I pick the cheese enchiladas from the menu pretty quick. They sounded good, but the picture solidifies my decision (*I think Iím actually thinking of the enchiladas we had last night). There seems to be a pretty good beer selection, so I look for something to go well with them. The waiter has come over and Makayla is ordering, so I try to pick something quickly while heís here. Thereís a section of beers from London, two unfamiliar ones and then porter and stout, in that order. I pick one of the unfamiliar ones, trusting it to be good. I tell him something like Ďas long as itís lightí. Now he is bringing a pink beer (maybe a sour or a nitro) but realizes itís a mix-up. We find which one it seems like on the menu to know which handle it got switched with (29). Now he brings the correct beer and it is very pale, almost like lemonade. It tastes very light too, almost flavorless.

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      Tags: beer, food, restaurant
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    13. Thursday, February 17

      by , Yesterday at 07:25 PM
      Iím in some building with Melissa. It has a small ice rink. I think you pay to use it hourly or something similar. We arrive and are the only ones here. We set our stuff down and I start skating. I donít think Melissa is skating yet and I also donít know where we got the equipment. This rink is much smaller than a full sized one; itís maybe 40 feet across. It takes me a little bit to get the hang of it but soon Iím shooting many goals. At one point I can somehow see through the wall on the side (maybe it was always plexiglass, but I donít really think so). There is another rink with two teams playing and a full crowd. That rink also looks small and there may be less players. Now, another couple shows up here. They set down their stuff and look more serious about this than us. The man starts skating and shoots a goal. I do the same and he looks like heís trying to hide some surprise. I ask Melissa if she wants to play with me or against me.
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    14. Wednesday, February 16

      by , Yesterday at 07:24 PM
      I am somewhere outside with Stella. The place reminds me of Apple Hill - a pretty outdoor space with some buildings and outdoor stands. Right now we are the only ones at a booth selling homemade dog treats. It seems like Iíve gotten pulled in because Iím being nice and because itís something weíd actually use with Stella. The girl (around my age) has the treats out on a silver tray. I notice prices next to it - $40 and $50 for some quantities, which I think seems expensive. She tells me about them, then waits expectantly. I pick out a kind to buy because it feels kind of awkward not to. Now, I realize Stella has walked away to the other side of the booth. I go look and see her at a short fence, meeting two dogs on the other side. Sheís being very calm and she eventually just walks away from the fence.
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    15. Friday, February 11

      by , 05-11-2022 at 11:43 PM
      Iím lying with Melissa in our bed. The setting feels exactly similar to our bedroom in real life. It seems like nighttime, though itís not very dark in here. Itís a dim lighting thatís not suggestive of any particular time. Sheís on my left and I reach my hand over to rest it on her lower stomach. There is a slight, firm bump. I ask her what it is and she responds that sheís pregnant. I respond that Iím not ready for that, but she makes it seem like it was planned. Again, I did not think that was the case. There is a sense of helplessness that things will be proceeding in a way that I donít want and am not ready for.
      Tags: bed, pregnant
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