scottiesdreamin

An extremely short dream but a takeoff from what you folks call False Awakenings (I think) I refer to them as coming dead awake. Those are very real to me. This particular one wasn’t real.

I took two five minute naps and had this dream during the second nap.

Donna and I are out roller skating (we’ve done that once during our marriage - she’s quite adept at it, I’m not.) Well, as in real life, in the dream I’m still not. But we’re out roller skating with or daughter (dream daughter – we never had children). I had just fallen to the floor with Donna and our daughter laughing teasingly at me when Elizabeth (our daughter) hit the wall – not to hard, but with one of those cartoon type collisions and just sort of peeled of the wall and floated to ground.

End of dream.

I’m with my ex-wife in a house that I don’t recognize, but we obviously live there. She’s on her cell phone while I’m doing some work from the office. She’s talking in hushed tones as if to keep the conversation from me. I begin to realize that she’s talking about me and our impending divorce. I try my best to not let it affect me.

Our land phone rings and she answers it and says, “This is who? Mrs. BillyBob from the Dream View help desk” She then turns to me with a raised eyebrow and hands me the phone.

Dream ends.

Now the BillyBob thing obviously came from the Newbie Forum, as I had just read about him yesterday. Don’t know about that Mrs. thingy though. You married BillyBob by chance?

Another non-lucid, but similar to DJ1 – free falling (twice in as many nights)

I’m basically hang gliding behind a fighter jet (don’t ask me why), but rather than a hang-glider, I’m holding unto a large fishing net, but can somehow still control motion. Anywho, there are two possibilities to the fishing expedition, through a river tunnel and out to a lake on the other side. Or, if you miss the tunnel, you just fly over a small mountain and down a ravine to the same lake.

Never figured how you possibly miss the tunnel and wind up going over the mountain. If the fighter jet takes the tunnel and I don’t, then how do I get over the mountain, and why am I not ragged along through the tunnel? That’s why they’re dreams, eh?

Anyway, I miss the tunnel and suddenly I’m holding on for dear life as the jet materializes in front of me and is powering up to safely traverse the mountain. (What a rush). When the jet has cleared the mountain and is over the ravine, it throttles down to nothing and I overtake it at the same altitude while it pulls into a nose dive toward the lake (hence the free falling – only with a boost). Again, hanging on with white knuckles as we’re falling toward the lake, the jet levels out as do I (amazingly without ditching into the lake – still can’t see how a fishing net is aerodynamic).

I spot my catch. It’s a large (shark/dolphin size) fish with the head of a catfish, but teeth of a shark. I drop in on it, kind of like a cowboy roping a steer at the rodeo. This thing’s snapping and thrashing and has white glowing eyes – that freaks me out (kind of turning into a nightmare). I’ve got it half netted, and I’m trying to swim outta the way before it makes me a meal.

Two other guys appear in the lake, and don’t even take notice of the fish or my effort to escape. Totally apathetic – gosh I wanted to slap them.

Here’s where the dream ended.