scottiesdreamin

29 June 2010

Listened to Ninja recording tonight (9:30 instead of 11:00). Must have fell asleep to it because I woke to in a loop at 11:30.

Had three (four) dreams. I say four because the fourth dream I woke up from I couldn’t remember, but I knew I had been dreaming.

Unfortunately got too lazy to get up to record dreams immediately (you’d think I’d learn). But the first one was long again, and couldn’t see staying up a half hour to record it like the night before.

Anyway, to the dreams….

DJ 12

I’m in a hotel complex with a bunch of college friends. The dream starts out all fun and happy, but suddenly I go down to the hotel bar and one of the guys is pointing his finger at me and yelling something incoherent. The other guys start in as well. I have no idea what I have done to get them so agitated.

Suddenly, they’re throwing beer bottles at me. The guy who initially pointed at me takes a beer pitcher (glass) breaks it, and hurls it at me cutting my face slightly. Now I’m pissed. I storm out of the room trying to think of what I can do to diffuse the situation.

I go back to my room to see that it’s on fire. I run in and grab a pair of oven mitts (they’re burned) and I meet one of my friends in the hall. And I’m looking at him and rubbing these burned mitts on my shirt, which is now becoming stained from the charred material.

One thing I noticed during the dream is that I rarely ever (if ever) talked to anyone. I’ve never noticed that before.

That’s about where the dream ends. It was a much longer dream, and I told myself I’d remember it in the morning. Well obviously that didn’t happen. Lesson learned.


DJ 13

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Haaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!

I know I shouldn’t get too excited over something so minimal, because it was so short, I didn’t know what I should do and didn’t seem to be able to ‘do’ anything of my own volition…..

BUT IT WAS LUCID TIME BABY…..

I was sitting at a computer screen (a rather large screen) and I’m scrolling for something on the internet. Weird there was no keyboard to use, but I was still able to scroll for whatever I wanted from on the screen.

Then suddenly, then the screen sort of froze up and I’m trying to scroll whole pages of information, and the screen starts getting larger. And I stop and think, “This definitely isn’t right.”

So I think – reality check stupid. I go to pinch my nose (this should be a simple task), but I’ve got fat finger syndrome. And I mean literally my fingers and thumb are too large for normal. And I wind up half the time trying to plug my nose by shoving a thumb and finger up my nostrils. This was frustrating. Finally, I managed to pinch my nose off. And I could breathe just fine.

I thought in my dream, okay I’m lucid, now what. Then it hit me, “I’m LUCID”. Suddenly I couldn’t see. It’s like I had shut my eyes and couldn’t open them. I couldn’t spin, couldn’t walk or move for that matter. I just didn’t know how.

I was getting disappointed fast, because I wanted to be able to do something fun. I found myself floating into a shower that I was remodeling in our motel, and I’m getting closer and closer to the corner that I hadn’t grouted because I was going to caulk instead. I feel like I’m shrinking so that I can fit into the crack in the tile. All the while I’m thinking, this isn’t what I want to do while I’m lucid.

It’s like okay I’m know I’m dreaming, but I’m still not the one in control here. Why can’t I control what’s going on?

I wake up. I’m happy for the lucid, but it’s bittersweet because there was no control on my part. I really don’t even feel like classifying it as lucid. Seems kinda cheap. But I suppose it’s a first step?

Anybody else ever have that happen?


DJ 14

A friend of mine PT and I decide to head to a movie theatre. I’m not even sure what was playing, but from the get up everyone on the outside was in, it must have Star Wars of some sort. We get into the theatre and take out seats and it turns out not be a theatre at all, but a play.

Star Wars as a play – yikes. Well, this thing skips ahead to where Darth Vader and Obiwan go into their light saber scene and suddenly other people from the audience start going up on stage. With light sabers as well (fully functioning). Obiwan actually decapitates Vader and sliced him open at the chest after he hits the floor, and a smaller version of Vader comes out of the body. He decapitates that Vader and disembowels that one too, and yet another smaller version pops out. This goes on for a while.

There are still people crowding into the theatre to see the show, and a cute lady sits down in the aisle in a folding chair as all the other seats were taken. Her hand inadvertently comes into contact with mine and we glance at each other and exchange small talk. I don’t know who she is, but want to. But in my mind I know it’s PT’s girlfriend (though she’s not). So now I’m feeling guilty and move my hand. PT gets up to go on stage. I grab at him to warn him not to go unarmed as practically everyone on stage has a light saber.

He doesn’t even notice the girl sitting next to me. I look at my hands and they’re very dry and cracked as if I had been washing dishes for weeks on end in the winter, They’re painful to move. This lady puts her hands on them and caresses them as if to soothe them from the roughness. I feel a bit awkward, but I also think why wouldn’t PT at least acknowledge her being here. He looked right at her (or through her).

I take her hand in mine and suddenly the play isn’t important anymore.

Dream ends. Damn alarm clock has gone and woken me up at 4:30. I hit the snooze hoping to get back into the dream, but to no avail, I just sleep for another 15 minutes until the snooze alarm goes off again and it’s time to get up.

Now why couldn’t this have been the lucid dream. And let’s keep our minds out of the gutter here folks. That’s not where I was headed.