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    1. Tuesday, December 29

      by , 01-12-2021 at 06:50 AM
      I am with Dad and Makayla, trying to find a hotel room. I think the number includes 2,6, and 4? It seems we are walking through a hotel building, but it also looks like a large house, with the entrance to each room looking like a doorway. At times it seems weíre in a different hotel, or maybe itís just that the theme has changed. Watching the room numbers as we go, we come up to where ours should be but is not. We comment how this makes no sense. Now weíre in a portion that looks more like a typical hotel, and I think Makayla spots our room. The door is open and reveals a room I didnít really expect. It is very small for a hotel room, and three beds of varying sizes are taking up just about all of the floor space. There is a ledge on the wall with a row of thin-curtained windows. They seem to be lightly illuminated from behind the curtains. The beds are topped with very thick and bohemian-patterned comforters that help give the space a comfy feel (it also reminds me of the Enchanted Forest in Placerville). I see a door that must be to the bathroom and wonder if it is nice. Iím also initially worried about getting good sleep with the beds being so close together. We all settle onto a bed, and I say something like ĎI would love to do mushrooms here.í Dad looks disappointed/irritated, but Makayla seems to agree.
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    2. Monday, December 21

      by , 01-12-2021 at 06:48 AM
      I am at what seems like a Christmas Eve get together with Dadís side of the family at Matt and Saraís house. We are just getting here and walking onto what looks similar but slightly different to their balcony. There are more people than I thought would be here, and there is an air of not knowing exactly how to act during this familiar ritual become completely new due to the pandemic. There are no masks, but people seem to be keeping their distance. Sara comes out from inside and we smile and wave at each other. It does hurt a bit not hugging someone you are used to hugging at these occasions. Then, I hug an old lady whom I donít even know. The odd feeling of this is barely assuaged by her seeming not to care at all.
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    3. Saturday, December 5

      by , 01-12-2021 at 06:47 AM
      Iím going to be flying to London? At the last minute they switch my flight from one that stops somewhere to one that goes straight to London. Iím not sure Iím thrilled about this. Iím now on the plane which is about to take off. Iím in the bathroom which is a line of a few stalls. I think Iím in one of the end ones, and I can tell there are people in the others (with a momentary birds eye point of view?). Just as soon as it feels weíve taken off, the plane stalls and bumps around turbulently. The turbulence worsens until we are completely upside down. Somehow none of us in these stalls fall from our position and even more incredibly the water in the toilet doesnít even move. For a moment Iím seeing the faces of everyone in their seats; they seem to be fairly unaffected and even laughing it off.
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    4. Thursday, December 3

      by , 12-31-2020 at 07:13 AM
      I am outside with some others. We are following a middle aged British lady to a house that must be hers. We nonchalantly ascend an impossibly steep staircase as she tells us about the house. I make a comment about the architecture, in admiration of it. I also tough the black faÁade (itís steeply inclined, almost 90 degrees) and rock on my heels to put weight on whatever Iím standing on, finding it to feel hollow and not altogether sturdy seeming. We are inside the large house now. I think the others are some of my coworkers and weíre staying in a room with one of the residents. Mine is a girl, maybe in her teens. This room is large, upstairs, and completely baroque. The color scheme seems to be greys and dark wood, but every surface is ornamental, sculpted, or decorated. There is a shelf along the entirety of the far wall that is set with china as if for a meal. I find it odd at first but then come to like the idea. The bed is in the center of the room and impeccably made. The feeling is somewhat sterile, but maybe more so refined and elegant. I see Eric in the room across the hallway. I go over and close either his door or the door to this room, hoping he doesnít find it suspicious. I say something that the girl takes sexually?, which puts me off because this is not at all how I meant it.
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    5. Thursday, November 26

      by , 12-31-2020 at 07:10 AM
      I am in a large and opulent house with an unfamiliar girl. There is the sense that the family is out for some amount of time. I am carrying this girl, she, and probably me too, completely nude into a large bathroom. The space is lots of tile, I think L shaped, and with a tier or two. There are many in ground tubs, either hot tubs, bathtubs, or both. Each seems to be a different dimension and lit from within by its own color. I walk very carefully as I carry this girl at chest height facing me. I then lift her, while walking, this being feasible only by her extreme petiteness, and bury my face between her legs to begin going down on her. It is unfamiliar, sweet, pungent. We then near a pool and I start setting her down. Now, the couple? that lives here shows up. They see us, and the situation is slightly awkward. Now, I am walking through the house and itís like the family is gone again. Each room is indicative of that, shades drawn, lights off. I can walk for a while and find a new room at each turn. Iím now outside and looking at the house. It is angular and somewhat modern, and off-white. I notice that the windows are reflective so they canít really be seen though.




      Iím with Laynie in a store that must be in a mall. Behind a rack of clothes I see a preteen girl throw a thing of makeup into her pants/pocket behind her back. We also see her friend bringing makeup items towards a fitting room and begin taking bras off of hangers. I think we agree that weíre going to stop them even though we donít work AP anymore?
    6. Monday, November 16

      by , 12-31-2020 at 07:08 AM
      Iím in a grocery store, in the refrigerated section. Iím looking through a shelf of books that happen to be in one of these fridges. They seem arranged alphabetically and I seem unphased by their being in a fridge. It seems like I have some time off and am searching the rows for books on my list. I find two, each a thick (~800 pages) book of approximately the same size. Thereís a smaller, thicker copy of one, but I put it back because itís a 20% off brand new and not used like the other. It has a white cover and I think itís a fiction book about Yosemite. I flip through it and decide I like the writing. I now grab a package of chicken and find it to be sticky, so I put it back and wipe my hands on my pants. I go up to a counter and ask the guy for a few of the chicken wings. He asks if Iím going to pay for them, which annoys me.
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    7. Thursday, November 12

      by , 12-31-2020 at 07:07 AM
      I am at work when a guy comes up, looking for recommendations on a book about [something that didnít seem like an English word - like Hua?] and houses. He sees me confused about the word and clarifies: sci-fi. I immediately think of House of Leaves and take him over there. He excitedly shows me the book already in his hands - House of Leaves. There are a few copies on the shelf, really slender hard covers that Iíve never seen before. I open one that is very new feeling. I donít know much about sci-fi, so I plan on telling him whatís been popular recently. Now Iím back at the counter and see a brunette, middle aged lady come in without a mask. I go up to her and tell her she needs one in the store. She is dismissive and defensive, but does start walking out. She then comes back, first staying by the door, then coming all the way in. I go over again and the situation escalates to where I am calling the police on her for trespassing. This seems to scare her, as she hurriedly walks out. I follow her. I end up tackling her and holding her down until the police arrive. On the phone I said that I was calling from 660 E. Grove Streets, wondering why I said Ďstreetsí. I said there was a woman trespassing and start describing her, putting her weight at 180 pounds. They now arrive and handcuff her. I think she looks defeated. A woman officer says something about her being closer to 200 lbs and good thing she wasnít bigger. I say yes, I just barely managed. Thereís a white male officer and black female officer. They arenít wearing masks and I wonder about it for a moment.
      Tags: book, mask, police, work
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    8. Monday, November 9

      by , 12-17-2020 at 06:46 AM
      Iím somewhere, I think with Carlos and Kestlie. I think weíre in a large building. It seems to have a largely wooden interior and long, labyrinthine hallways. It also feels like weíre in a movie or game? I know how itíll end but donít tell them, because itís their first time. We walk through the hallways and end up in a room. The doors are then shut and a fire is ignited, as if a furnace, which is how this ends. Though I know how it ends, this momentarily shocks me.
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    9. Thursday, November 5

      by , 12-17-2020 at 06:44 AM
      I am with an unfamiliar tattoo artist and about to get a tattoo of a seahorse on my left arm. The guy is middle aged or younger, shorter, and stocky, I think with a short grey beard/stubble. Heís casual and easy-going. This shop seems smaller, and weíre the only ones in it. We talk about the tattoo, and I ask if I can sketch it out. He passes over a piece of paper that already has a few drawings, in squared off areas, on it. I start sketching on the bottom right, recalling the shape and features as I go. I think itís turning out pretty well. Weíre now looking at where itíll go on my arm, right on my trice, the only remaining space between quite a few color tattoos that are already there.
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    10. Wednesday, November 4

      by , 12-17-2020 at 06:43 AM
      Iím in a restaurant with Brittney and probably Melissa. It seems like Olive Garden or some other Italian. It is fairly full but doesnít seem crowded. There are three porta-potties against the wall inside, with more people than I expect visiting them. I see two people fight over what was first to one of them. We are sitting next to them, so I wait until itís cleared out and get up to use one. Now Iím back at the table and talking about growing my hair out. Itís already down around my shoulders, but I want it very long. Brittney seems fond of the idea, and I think Iím really going to.
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    11. Saturday, October 17

      by , 12-17-2020 at 06:42 AM
      Iím going somewhere with Melissa, and I think her dad, to get a massage. We enter this building, a large and empty rectangle. There are quite a few people, all off to the right and in salon chairs. I think the floor is tile, but I notice that the entirety of it is covered in a few inches of water. It feels like salt water and is pleasantly warm. We continue walking straight back and I start sliding/gliding through the water. There is the sense that they donít want me to do this, but I canít help it. Now Iím sitting with Melissa in what seems like the far corner. A massage is never actually involved. I think we are in the water, but she is also under a blanket. She lifts it, revealing herself to be naked from the waist down. I want to touch her but I donít think she lets me.
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    12. Tuesday, October 13

      by , 12-13-2020 at 06:54 AM
      I am in a large library with Seth from work. The aisles are small and randomly arranged, curved and linear and somewhat labyrinthine. We are one some scavenger hunt for the classics? As we walk down one aisle I notice how hot it is in here and make a comment about them needing to turn it down. Weíre in a little dead end area, maybe 10 x 5 feet and I notice that itís crowded here. Thereís a young Hispanic looking girl or two and another group just in here. I think I tell Seth something that he didnít know. At one point weíre looking at maps of museums in Ireland, and there are many. (Part of this dream?) Iím with Britneyís friend Kinney? talking about traveling all over the place without having to pay for the actual travel. Thereís a sense that we both seem earnest yet itíll never happen.
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    13. Monday, October 12

      by , 12-13-2020 at 06:26 AM
      Emma and her boyfriend are getting married. We are all at the small venue - a restaurant? - and I get the sense that weíve travelled a ways for it. The interior is dim, carpeted, with darker wood. There is a mezzanine level with chairs at slot machines that have been turned to a stage on the ground level. I think some of Dadís and Melissaís family are here, and Iím sitting by Melissaís mom. Weíre looking at the single page menu that just seems to be a bunch of meats. Weíre trying some and I like this certain salted one that I think Iíll order. Iím now up and walking around, looking at different things on the walls, and getting really close as if I donít have any contacts in. I look at a very small beer menu right behind a table that a small family is sitting at. Iím awkwardly close to them, which they notice, and it also seems like Iím looking at them. Iím at a counter now where I think they are serving beer. There are a few options written on the counter surface and one middle-older aged guy serving. I look for a minute, then order the ESB, thinking it sounds good right now. For a moment I think itís going to be a sandwich? but then he hands me a paper cup. It looks more like a latte or coffee drink. I try it and itís good, tasting like a flat white with some kind of spice.
    14. Tuesday, September 29

      by , 12-13-2020 at 06:16 AM
      I am in class with Kreg. The room is fairly large and open, with maybe 10 students (no one is wearing a mask - Covid doesnít seem to exist in this dream). We are making models, I think for a house. Iíve finished mine - before anyone else? and Kreg looks at it. I have a vertical plain faÁade with a small, perpendicular plain protruding a foot or so over on the left and a sweeping, curvilinear roof. It is honestly somewhat impressive, a sentiment that Kreg shares. I tell him I imagined it going in above the Truckee River near downtown. Now, we are at the site? and this model has been put in/built life size, though looking different. Itís at an angle, and the roof is a different curvilinear shape. There are two bands of color, light and darker blue, and I tell Kreg I like how theyíre complimenting the sky behind. It is modern looking.




      I am inside somewhere with Sage and her old boyfriend Ryan. He has downloaded an app that makes him weightless and/or able to fly. There is an open threshold to the outside (a small jumble of rocks, I think at the top of the cliff), through which he steps and begins the transition to flying. I watch as for a moment he seems to sink into this other Ďsideí - thereís a slight and slow ripple through his body. He then easily steps off a rock and floats through the air. Sage goes next, with some enthusiasm, jogging to and leaping off the rock. Now she and Ryan are back, and sheís showing me how to get the app. I fill out its small questionnaire, but it returns as declined. Apparently I answered something similar to ĎI am feeling exasperated with life.í I make a joke concerning suicide and see in Ryanís eyes that it gets to him. I think that his brother? committed suicide some time ago. I think I was cognizant of this but didnít think it should stop me from making a joke. Iím now looking at a screen showing who is Ďlogged iní to this other Ďsideí. I notice an ĎRshortĒ but know itís Ryanís brother, as he has the same name.
    15. Saturday, September 26

      by , 12-02-2020 at 07:17 AM
      I am at Frenchman’s, alone. Renee and her family might be at their property too. It is really dark out and it does feel kind of late. I think I am inside the trailer, but it feels more like I’m in a room. I think I’m drinking something and just hanging out idly/doing something. I'm outside now, noticing first light showing behind the pines, realizing I’ve been up all night. I panic somewhat, not wanting to have stayed up all night, wanting to be able to still get some good sleep. There is an unfamiliar lady out here; I think we talk.

      Updated 12-04-2020 at 12:02 AM by 95084

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