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    1. Thursday, March 11

      by , 04-02-2021 at 06:21 AM
      Arriving at a restaurant, I meet Brooke at a booth. The restaurant seems opulent and large, but almost like itís inside something else, such as a shopping mall. Iím pretty sure Melissa is coming too. The waitress, cousin Renee, comes over quickly for our order. I think I tell her we need some time. Her interactions are hurried. Looking over the somewhat short menu, I decide on the Ďwomenís dinner.í I donít care what itís called - it comes with a few things that sound good. I also look over the drink menu - mostly frilly cocktails. When she comes back, we order. I think about asking if there might be a good beer thatís not on the menu, but decide against it, thinking it kind of desperate.




      I am in what seems like a highschool, showing up late to a class. Looking through the closed door, I see almost every seat (~20+) occupied. The teacher must notice me, as she tells me to come in. There is a project thatís due and is being presented today. Mine is a picture or sculpture of a dolphin? with drawn white lines on/below it. (*This reminds me of the painted dolphin sculpture I made and had as a kid.) With a lurch of the stomach I realize that Iím missing a large portion of what I need. I think these things are different line weights and an explanation of the typeset (*This is now reminding me of Dance, Dance, Dance and the Dolphin Hotel). I think that gets communicated to her, and she gives me time to do it. *Typing this a few days later, Iím remembering that sculpture as a whale, not a dolphin.




      I am in a plane that has just begun its descent into Reno. I notice that we are very close to the ground already; specifically, it looks like weíre above the riverwalk. Quickly, I begin to think weíre far too low for not being anywhere near the runway. This sentiment is apparently shared with the pilot, as, with an ominous mechanical groan, the plane slows and seems to try to begin reversing. At this point it is all but futile. The plane almost comically collides with a ballard and begins spinning. The pilot works to correct the spin, and we then land not too abrasively on the large sidewalk. The ride was enough to set me a little on edge but not enough to terrify me, seeing how close to the ground we already were. At one point, I saw peoplesí shocked expressions as they watched from behind the curtain wall of a taller building. After the plane has settled, we unbuckle and disembark as if this is not too uncommon.
    2. Monday, March 8

      by , 04-02-2021 at 06:18 AM
      Iíve gone down to Discology. David, as always, is there and looks happy that Iíve come in. The store layout looks pretty much the same, except the main counter area is a glass case. Looking at it, I see that itís full of different types of weed. It looks similar to a dispensary, but is very simple. I notice the differences between the different types of flower on display. I think there is a representation of each in a vial that either magnifies it or otherwise makes it very clear. I think I smell each too, and David talks me into a certain kind. The bud is a densely packed bright green that I do get a good feeling from.
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    3. Friday, March 5

      by , 04-02-2021 at 06:11 AM
      I am in what feels like a casino, though one I donít immediately recognize. Still, it has the typical dingy carpets, tinted windows, cigarette stench, and slot machines. It seems slightly less crowded than it should be, I think due to Covid (though I donít notice any masks or think there is any concept of them in this dream. I enter the menís bathroom that is in a wall that looks like it terminates on the outside of the building. This bathroom is long and narrow. There are multiple options of directions branching out, and I already like the privacy this affords. I take the first left and continue on, passing many urinals on the right side of the wall. I get to the end of this little hallway and turn to use the very last urinal. Now I hear noises and voices approaching l; I look and see a couple fumbling their way down here. It looks like theyíre trying to fool around but are too drunk to do so. The masculine girl stumbles happily back into the wall. I am now outside of the bathroom and somewhat confused - it seems that the way I came through the bathroom should not be possible because, looking out through the window, it should be empty space outside of the building.
    4. Thursday, March4

      by , 04-02-2021 at 06:07 AM
      Iím at work, talking to Eric about how working here is so similar to the show Portlandia. Iím not sure if something happens or if itís just in general. I imagine the characters, specifically Fred Armisen as the feminist book store employee.





      Dad has brought me an electric razor. I am excited to get this so I can shave my chest, which I begin doing.
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    5. Wednesday, March 3

      by , 03-17-2021 at 11:13 PM
      Iím going through an IníNíOut drive through with Mom in the passengerís seat and I think Makayla in the back. This one doesnít look like any Iíve been to - it seems too small and dingy. The menu is also incredibly tiny and therefore hard to see, so itís good that I know what weíll want without having to look at it. I order Mom a #1 with a chocolate shake and myself a #4. *Iím still in the middle of ordering when Iím cut off and awakened by my alarm going off.




      Iím either at a Grateful Dead show or watching a video of one. Iím mainly, or only, seeing a fairly young (mid 1970s?) Jerry and Phil. At one point I am so close that I can see their teeth in great detail, Philís being thick and wide and Jerryís being tall and skinny. They are each singing and playing with vigor. The song seems fairly long and jammed out. Now, I am seeing a setlist, I think online. It has track times, so I see that indeed some songs got pretty long - around 16 minutes. At least one title I didnít recognize, which is very uncommon, if it ever happens, for me.
      *Listening to Furthur last night, I was thinking about Philís singing.
    6. Tuesday, March 2

      by , 03-07-2021 at 07:43 AM
      I’m in the bathroom at Mom’s, and I think Melissa is here, in my room. I’m just past the threshold of the door, between the shower door and the wall. I suddenly become aware of two to three very large spiders on the walls to each side of me. They are probably a good six inches across and a very unnerving off-white. They seem bony or spindly/rigid, yet hairy, bristly, and agile. They seem far too close to my head, as if with one wrong move I would come into contact with them. I’m not sure if I feel fear or not, but I do know that their presence is very vivid.

      Updated 03-17-2021 at 11:04 PM by 95084

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    7. Saturday, February 27

      by , 03-07-2021 at 07:41 AM
      I’m at some small restaurant. It seems like it’s partially indoors and partially outdoors or maybe is in some kind of enclosed plaza. I think I’m with 1-2 others. We sit at a booth, and there is a little wrought iron fence that can be drawn around it. I wonder about its purpose, if it has a function or if it's merely aesthetic. I look to a booth across the way - it is reserved for ‘the Germans’. I know there is potato salad and German beer here, so I assume they come here regularly for it. I’ve ordered a beer and it arrives as a half full stein. I finish it quickly (I think it’s a lager) and wonder if it’ll be filled again or if I’ll have to pay for another.

      Updated 03-17-2021 at 11:06 PM by 95084

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    8. Wednesday, February 24

      by , 03-07-2021 at 07:38 AM
      I am in a large house that seems to be up on a hillside. I think the house is Jim and Rhianna’s. (It reminds me of Harry’s house, including where it’s located). I’m in the large pool room, and it seems that the walls are almost entirely glass. Looking out, the landscape cascades down almost immediately after the house in a series of small but steep hills. They are the typical desert sand, sage, and stone. It is rather beautiful with them in the foreground and a view of the entire city in the background. It seems to be evening, and I imagine hiking/exploring through these hills.

      Updated 03-17-2021 at 11:05 PM by 95084

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    9. Wednesday, February 17

      by , 03-07-2021 at 07:36 AM
      I am in a building and looking for the bathroom. I find it and upon walking in discover that the three or so stalls are all occupied. This I can ascertain from the slight gaps between wall and door. Continuing around a corner I find that this next row of ~10 stalls is completely occupied too. At one point, I think it slightly odd that not even one is empty. I arrive into an even larger space in this same bathroom now (probably at least the size of a large living room). It is full of at least two rows of Ďtoiletsí that look like rectangular pits in the ground. They are very close together with no dividing elements. These are crowded too and are being used, for defecation only, without reserve. My need seems to be pressing, so I squat over one, or maybe itís more so kneeling. I notice that itís no longer a pit, but a brown towel. Iím not sure how everyone is doing this, but I canít bring myself to do it.
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    10. Saturday, January 30

      by , 03-07-2021 at 07:34 AM
      I am alone in Momís house when I hear a knock on the door. Coming from my room, I creep up to the peephole and try to see who it is. It looks dark out, and I see a female walking away from the male who is still right outside the door. Though heís mostly a shadowy figure, I guess heís in his late 20s-30s. Though she is walking away, I think sheís older, maybe in her 40s. I start to think maybe I shouldnít have come up to the door, because heíll have heard me or seen my shadow against the windows and know that someone is in the house. After a moment he leaves, but he starts walking around the side of the house towards the back door. In a small panic, I rush over there to make sure the door is locked. I also think I call 911 at this point. There is some trouble, like them not believing me or being dismissive. I end up outside of the house in an attempt to get away from this guy but also keep my eye on him. As Iím walking around, I notice the snow on the ground and that our house is one of the ones with no cars in the driveway. I wonder if this caused them to pick our house.




      Iím with some people from work, by a large outdoor pool. I think weíre in a pool house or something, and it feels like weíre doing work things. I notice a printed schedule that has written additions on one of the days - Saturday? I think itís Julia and Ethan that are here. Now, I am doing cannonballs into this fairly crowded pool. I do one and end up hitting the bottom even though itís a deep pool. When I surface, Makayla? makes a funny comment. I jump again, moving through the air at about half the speed I really should be, and collide into a red haired boy. Again Iím jumping, this time soaring over most of the pool and gently landing in the patch of gravel past it. There is something about me being really good at cannonballs because Iím not good at other things.
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    11. Wednesday, January 20

      by , 03-07-2021 at 07:29 AM
      Iím at work, and there is some discussion about who's going to drive the forklift. I think they need to train someone and/or need someone for just a bit right now. I consider doing it, though I also think that thereís something about Kyle doing it. Now, Jessica? has brought cake, and it seems like weíre in a house. The cake is chocolate with a copious amount of frosting, and it is very good.
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    12. 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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    13. 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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    14. 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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    15. 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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