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    1. Wednesday, August 10

      by , 08-10-2022 at 07:25 PM
      Iím going to go on a hike, I think on Mt. Rose with Mom and Melissa. Iíve put on a coat (I think with nothing under it) and a fanny pack. One or both of these has a bright color scheme that reminds me of the 80s. Iíve packed a couple of snack items. Iím now ready but still waiting on them, apparently not as concerned with being timely as I am. Now weíre in a coffee shop. Mom is trying to order me an Americano or cold brew, but there is some complication. The younger, brunette barista nicely explains the options of what he can make. I get overwhelmed and end up saying that I donít particularly want a coffee anyway.

      *After remembering and writing this, I just know it has to do with Granny. Sure enough, Mom calls me this morning to ask if I want to hike Mt. Rose with her this weekend.
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    2. Tuesday, August 9

      by , 08-10-2022 at 07:24 PM
      Iím in a grocery store with Melissa. Sheís on the phone with someone, so I go off and look at the beer section. It seems to be one long aisle, including the corner at the end of it (I donít notice any refrigerated section). They have a pretty good selection of beers Iíve never seen before. One is a strong ale that I think is around 13% ABV. A little of the liquid shows above the label - itís almost completely clear, and I canít imagine that itíd be any good. I look through everything but donít find the certain type I wanted or anything to substitute. I meet up with Melissa and tell her this.
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    3. Friday, July 29

      by , 08-10-2022 at 07:24 PM
      I am going to do a float tank. I walk into the facility and have to use the restroom. I walk down a short hallway to the restroom and enter it. The room is fairly small but looks much larger due to the arrangement of mirrors on the walls. Iím looking straight ahead to a wall of sinks, and the room branches off to the right and left. I take a turn at random and am met with more options of directions to go. Itís hard to tell what is an actual space or not, due to the mirrors. This is a row of toilets or urinals with stall doors. I notice someone at the one to the right; I start using the one right in front of me. (Either in the dream or after, I think that this seems familiar from another dream).
    4. Monday, July 25

      by , 08-10-2022 at 07:23 PM
      Iím at work, and we are rearranging and/or moving the break room. I think Iím with Ben and Zoe. This place looks nothing like work and more like a little kitchen and living room. I donít notice any windows. I carry a small, short, square table into one of the rooms. Setting it down with a foot or so of space between the two sides and two walls, I imagine a few of us awkwardly sitting around it. Ben now tries to lift a full book shelf (it looks like the one in our bedroom) by himself and breaks a little piece of a shelf off. I offer to help and he sets it down. I think Iíll take the books off first. Now, Iím in a small tent that is set up right in the middle of an intersection. I think itís two lanes and a stoplight for each road. I know that this is the new beak area. I try to relax but really canít, knowing that Iím in the middle of a road. I somehow see a truck drive through the intersection and veer to miss the tent. I donít want it to always be like this.
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    5. Sunday, July 24

      by , 08-10-2022 at 07:21 PM
      I think I am at Aly and Adamís place (not at all what it really looks like). This place seems like itís far away from any others. Itís a modest house with a modest but nice yard. It seems like this is a get together with the family. We pass through the house and into the yard (which is maybe the size of the warehouse at work or maybe a little bigger). After a moment, I notice that the yard is completely enclosed with a white tent structure that comes off the roof of the house at the one end and has its own wall at the other. It seems dark out but itís fairly illuminated in here, with a subtle but cool effect. Cousin Jon is here; I give him a handshake and one armed hug. I think he lifts me off the ground a bit. I ask him how life has been. I think some people are kicking a soccer ball in here (it is all grass).



      Iím lying in bed with Melissa in a completely unfamiliar room (it somehow reminds me of my bedroom at Dadís, though I think it looks nothing like it). We cuddle facing each other; I notice a large black and yellow frog slowly making its way up the wall. I know my gaze is fixed on it, but I try to make no intimation that anything is there. I get up to try to catch it.



      Zoe has sent an email that asks something like ĎRyan? Is that lucid enough?í Itís about how hot the store and warehouse get. I am going to research OSHA and other sources and put together a large reply.



      Iím at what feels like work (though it looks nothing like it). There are radial stone steps outside of the front doors and a man sitting on them. I think we are currently closed. I go out and sit by him. I tell him ďthank you for filling in for Bill (Kreutzman).Ē (This guy is not Jay Lane, however). He seems appreciative, and I continue talking with him.
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    6. Wednesday, July 20

      by , 08-01-2022 at 12:38 AM
      Iím in some house - I guess it is mine or mine and Melissaís. Erika and Mason from work are here. It seems dim or dark out and they are on this large couch in what feels like a small living room or den. It also feels like itís upstairs. They are both just on their phones. I notice another, unfamiliar girl on the floor, on her phone as well. She is wearing only a shirt and underwear. I realize that the three of them are going to be staying the night. I think of where Iím going to sleep and then remember I have a bedroom here. I think of offering to sleep on the couch, but it doesnít make much sense. The couch is an L shape, and I go find something to put next to the ottoman to make a square sleeping space. Whatever I find is a good couple inches too short, but I think they can fill it in with blankets or something.
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    7. Tuesday, July 19

      by , 08-01-2022 at 12:37 AM
      I am going through a Starbucks drive through. It looks like the Starbucks is in a line of businesses, and its drive through is behind them all. The shopping center is also up higher than the main road by it. It seems like Iím the only person in line. I order a cold brew or iced coffee. At the window, I think they give me something weird like just a cup of ice or an empty cup. I think there is something about their coffee being really watery.
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    8. Monday, July 18

      by , 08-01-2022 at 12:36 AM
      I am floating and/or walking down a shallow and not that wide river (it seems similar to the Truckee downtown). It seems like it is underground or in a really deep crevice. At one point I go down one of the rapids and hear people nearby gasp. I donít find it nearly that impressive. There is a woman here who also floats down a rapid, face first, with ease and nonchalance. I think sheís been doing this for a while.
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    9. Sunday, July 17

      by , 08-01-2022 at 12:36 AM
      I am at ĎTahoeí. (Really, it is a river about the width and depth of the Truckee downtown, though in a more natural setting). I approach a spot that looks clear and deep and get in fully without hesitation. Iím surprised at how mild the water temperature is; I definitely canít call it cold and itís even closer to lukewarm. Thereís someone else in here; I bump into him as I surface. Now, Iím a little upstream from where I was and on higher ground, overlooking the river. There may be the thought of jumping in. I also may realize better from here that itís a river.
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    10. Saturday, July 16

      by , 08-01-2022 at 12:35 AM
      I am walking up to a library with the intent to apply for a job. It looks like a library in an elementary or high school. I think Iíve just been with Melissa, going over my resume or application. I walk up to the counter. There are a few quiet employees; a younger middle aged man comes over to me after a moment. I had felt confident, but now I just feel like Iím stumbling over my words. I mention that Iíd like to apply for a job. Nonplussed, he asks why I think Iíd be good for this job. I tell him something to the effect of me always being in and good at customer service. Now looking slightly amused, he hints that thatís all this job is. I hand over my resume. Itís written in pencil on notebook paper, and there is some awareness that it really isnít a good look.
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    11. Friday, July 15

      by , 08-01-2022 at 12:34 AM
      Iím driving home, I think from downtown, though it mostly looks unfamiliar. Iím at a Y type intersection, waiting to turn to the left. I pull out slightly, waiting for the cars coming from the other fork. The light turns yellow while Iím still waiting and red as I finally make it through. Iím not trying to pick out a Furthur show on my phone; I think I have a lot of time, so Iím looking for a long one. I find one with a long timestamp, but clicking into it it looks more like studio material. Now, Iím parking at a 45 degree angle on some dirt shoulder. A cop car parks right next to me, which is weird with all the space around. The cop then gets out and sits in my passenger seat. Sheís taken off her uniform (there are street clothes under - I think leggings and a pink tank top) and stuffed it to the right side of her. She says something like Ďyou look flushed, so Iím just waiting [to get me for something].í I take a quick video of her from head to toe. She is a large female with an intense, childish face. I sit in complete silence.
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    12. Saturday, July 9

      by , 07-09-2022 at 08:37 PM
      Iím outside somewhere with Melissa - it looks like the middle of a desert, though not exactly the Nevada desert (I think the hills are lower and there arenít enough sagebrush). There is a lone food truck parked out here. Melissa goes up to the window to ask to use the bathroom. I think she had worked out with them beforehand that she could, but she is now being told no. She argues with the older middle aged lady to get her way, which I think she eventually does. I guess the bathroom is in the food truck. I am looking into the truck; it looks more like an RV converted into a large kitchen. To the left are the cabinets and counters and to the right is a very full row of shelves. I think it looks nice and that itís a good idea.
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    13. Thursday, July 7

      by , 07-09-2022 at 08:36 PM
      Iím at work. A FedEx delivery person, a black man with short dreads, comes to the counter with a delivery. Heís just about to leave, but I tell the new Ethan to have him wait just a second. I go into the office to grab some book bucks as a tip, putting them into an envelope. When I come out he is about to leave, making me wonder if Ethan even told him. I jog to the parking lot to catch up to him and give him the book bucks. He takes them and thanks me, looking genuinely happy. I am also now carrying a bench (the one we have in our bedroom) to give to him. It seems like there is a large piece of bacon? under the cushion.
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    14. Tuesday, July 5

      by , 07-09-2022 at 08:35 PM
      I am at work. The space looks entirely different, and Iím in a room Iíve never seen before. I think it is a break room. Itís fairly empty, with a large, empty table in the center. It looks like thereís also a sliding door closet. Ethan and Jess are here and I think we start talking about how more room could be made in here. I look in the closet, which looks like it contains a few things we donít use. I think about how to rearrange things in here.
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    15. Saturday, July 2

      by , 07-09-2022 at 08:34 PM
      Iím driving somewhere and notice that the horizon behind the hills has an ugly yellow tint of wildfire smoke. The look of it is unmistakable and instantly saddens and angers me. I sigh my discontent. Now, Iím walking with Melissa and Stella in what looks like these hills. We round a corner going uphill and some flames come into view. They are burning tall and intense yet confined to roughly a 20 foot diameter. We continue walking on the trail. (I had seen an ambulance? - which maybe I assumed was a fire truck - while driving earlier, otherwise Iíd be calling 911. Come to think of it, it was headed in the wrong direction). As we get a little uphill of the flames I consider throwing some sand onto it or rolling some rocks over it. I then think the rolling rocks may only spread the fire and that it looks to be surrounded by sand anyway. We now seem to be at the top of this hill. Thereís a man with a dog on the trail a little ahead; Melissa starts running after him, calling ďsir!Ē Iím confused, but itís because she watched him not clean up after his dog. She catches up and tells him this. He looks annoyed, maybe because itís outside - though it is right on the trail - but goes to pick it up. It looks tiny through the bag. This path leads into a stairwell built into the hillside. Thereís a little landing before, on which the dogs meet and donít really do much with each other.
      (Iím not sure if this is part of the last dream or not). Iím in some two story house with Melissa. Stella is on the second floor and we can hear her barking at something. It sounds and feels like sheís directly above us.
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