Ruesia's Dream Journal

Had this dream on Dec. 15. Slept better than normal- still woke up every hour

I remember walking through a wooded area. I am walking beside the street. There are redwoods. The sun is shining. It must be spring or summer. There is no real traffic, just walking tourists. I see a horse up ahead, running down the road. She is running toward us. A sorrel mare with a white blaze and socks. I jump out in front of her to catch her and she immedaitely turns her heels and kicks at me. I realize I have no rope and try to find one as she gallops back up the road. Other people start to try to catch her, and suddenly other horses are on the road loose. People start to catch them and then other women riding horses show up and try to help. I am still trying to catch that sorrel mare, trying to loop a lead rope I found around her neck. For some reason, I can't seem to make the rope go in a loop though, its like I am sluggish and can't operate normally. I then notice a younger girl, maybe 16, is riding the sorrel mare I've been trying to catch. I give up and drop my lead rope. I walk into a nearby restaurant and walk to find an empty table. There is a man there, my age, and he is looking at me. He tells me he knows I have to go. He is awkwardly watching me as I acknowledge I do have to go home. He reaches forward to hug me, and I awkwardly pat him. He then kisses my cheek, telling me he knows he shouldn't. I just irritably nod and walk off.

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I am in a coastal, southern city. I am in a well-decorated, expensive looking smaller house. My fiance is there. We are getting ready for work. I realize its quite late in the morning, but I am struck by him and want to just stay home and spend time together. He keeps pushing me off, telling me we're late. I know we are. I think about making a pot of coffee. Its a red coffee maker. It is a weird coffee maker- one I've never used before. There is already water in it, and in the pot. I pour the water from the pot out. I try to load some coffee grounds in a filter, but they spill all over. I give up.

For some reason, my fiance is going to ride to work with my parents. They're going to ride bicycles. They show up at our door and I am unhappy that they appeared when I am trying to spend quality time with my fiance. My dad gets on a tandem bike with my fiance and they ride off. I realize I have to leave too because I'm going to be late.

I consider this lucid, because I kept thinking about how I needed to make a pot of coffee when I woke up