scottiesdreamin

Happy July to all. Two non lucids. Rather frustrating night. Both happened late (0330-0430)

DJ 16

The first dream took place in a couple of different seasons. Winter and fall I believe.

There was a park that I had walked by a couple of times in the dream (alone). The sidewalk that I walked down had entrance/exit (on the sidewalk itself) as if you had to actually gain entrance just to walk past the park – weird. The gates/doors are pretty elaborate design, made of cement. So, are going to be heavy to move – or should have been.

The first time down the sidewalk the gate was closed. I paid it no attention and went around on the road. The second time it was opened. I played with doors a little – they weren’t as heavy as they appeared. Intricate relief designs on the doors – mostly abstract, but very grainy cement, not smooth.

The park scenes both took place in the fall.

Between the park incidents, I was in a wintery atmosphere, as indicated by the snow and ice I played in. I’m not sure where I was walking or traveling to, but there was somewhere I had to be. Occasionally there were others around, but they were always ahead of me.

There was a largish hill that I climb on the road I was travelling (snow covered) and as I got to the top of the hill, I noticed there were patches of ice on the way down to the bottom. It’s odd, but I knew what lay beyond the next hill I was going to need to go up as well (it wasn’t as high on the upward side, but steep and long on the downward), but I knew what lay beyond. It too was going to be snow covered with little ice but it was going to start becoming an underground tunnel that I had to be careful not to be travelling too fast for, or I was going to hit my head on the ceiling.

Why was this important, because I was wearing a winter coat that I knew I was able to slide on like a toboggan. So after planning what I wanted to do, I started walking down the hill until I got to a patch of ice and threw myself on my stomach like you would one of those slippery-slides in the summer. So, now I’m sliding down the road on my stomach, steering myself away from the bare spots so I wouldn’t slow down too much (I wanted to see how far up the next little hill I could slide before having to walk).

As it turns out, I built up plenty of speed to clear the hill, and suddenly I jump to my feet, and I’m planting my feet in snow for dear life, because the tunnel is fast approaching and I’m going way too fast. I notice I’m wearing fancy cowboy boots and suddenly I’m able to plant them into the snow much better in order to slow down.

Once I get into the tunnel the snow and ice pretty much disappear and I’m left to walking. One thing I realize in my dream (while I’m dreaming, as well as now IRL), the intricate design on the gates and the cowboy boot thing, and knowing what to expect on the other side of the hill (tunnel thingy) – I never paid attention to that stuff before in dreams. I blame this on Ninja and CUSP with their posts about attention to detail. Hey! That’s a good thing guys.

As I’m walking down this tunnel, I have to cross a wooden bridge. It’s very incomplete, very unsafe, and very white (not with snow, painter white). I start going across it without a lot of worry (although I should have been) and I’m looking at the railing pieces and how many are missing. I actually pull on eof them out of the wall and I can see the nail bend as it comes out. I decide to save the wood piece so I can replace it later when I come back with the other lumber. For some strange reason I take it upon myself to fix this rickety bridge. So I bring the pieces I pull apart with me being careful of the nails and setting them carefully nail side down on the ground on the other side of the tunnel exit. As I was crossing the bridge I’m amazed at the whiteness of it. Not just snow white, but almost a blinding white. I can’t for the life of me figure out where I’m going to find paint that pure of white.

As I look back toward the bridge as I climb out of the tunnel I see that it’s now only being held up with a single support piece (we’re talking 1 x 4s and 1 x 3s here, nothing too beefy).

As I walk back to where I’m lodging, don’t really ‘know’ where it is, but I go there anyway. I run into another DC and ask if he’d help with repairing the bridge. He kind of had a blank look on his face, but agreed. So we’re travelling back to get material.

End of dream (Alarm clock goes off).


DJ 17

Very short dream, but it ends up a continuation of the DJ 16.

I’m back to the bridge with the DC from before and now where I wasn’t concerned about traversing the bridge to cross it, now I’m quite concerned about going out there to repair it. There is still only the one support piece holding the whole thing together. I’m amazed that I was able to get the pieces I was going to replace for repairs as white as the original. That white color was still a shock to me I guess.

Dream ends. I guess that would be a fragment, eh?