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    1. Vivid NLs - November 14

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      ZAD
      , 11-14-2018 at 04:04 PM (ZAD's DJ)
      11-14
      Dream: In courtyard in front of apartment. Out there with F. We have clothes, our keys, etc. all laid out over trees and tree branches. We just came back from somewhere/are going somehwere? ... I'm in the same place but farther back towards the parking lot (the dimensions have changed, there is a stone cove with a fire pit to the right of us, and we're facing a grassy field and our row of apartments ahead). F now looks like someone else, and a character representing her friend J is also present. We are folding up some (pool?) umbrellas, and as J folds the last umbrellas we can see through the mesh a family of bears right in front of us! Their ears are very strange, sort of like a cocker spaniel's ears but straight up and down. They look angry but we try to maneuver very slowly so that they don't attack -- very intense fear in the moment. They start to come forward then retreat back towards the apartment in the grass. I think at this point my character was dissolved and I was relegated to observer to the F and J avatars. I watched as they made a run for it, J started kicking one of them, who all of the sudden had those kickboxing targets strapped to his hands to catch her kicks? And then ran away leaving F standing there. In the dream, I was really anry at J for leaving F there with the bears. I think this expectation/intense emothion ocmbo made one of the bears strike out at F, and she dramatically fell down, which increased emotion. ... I'm on the sidewalk, my character has returned, I'm fighting with F (maybe J?) and she walks inside a sliding glass door (not ours) and I spit on a postcard (???)
      Dream: High school band/in theatre/band parents watching as band, kids, dance team perform a really bad routine to a song -- what song?/we raise our hands in a temple shape on cue in waves/everyone does it very poorly, Mr. D walks out/outside in hall/stairs talk to L
      Dream: White marble stairs/Din. Moby Dick and church discussion/T from loose drawing to rl/dom
      Dream: Blue juice/dad presents/appliance(?)/leftovers(indian or bbq ramen rice)/dogs and stitch bunny w/ nose fur
      Frag: Tubes challenge/tents?/fluid/miniature woman -- linked to above?
      Dream: Had an FA, then woke for real. Almost DEILD'd but really wanted to remember the previous dreams.
      Dream: (Conan) I'm in a squareish room with dim blue light. I'm naked and just received a large orange banner with some tribal-looking decorations and a bird design throughout. Had a conversation with myself about birds in designs (it's cheating?). The fabric is warm as I unfold it and inspect the design. I drape it around myself and feel it being very warm on my dream body (temperature in dreams - good development). There's a mirror across the way, so I drape the banner around me like a cape and start miming sword fighting like Conan the barbarian as depicted by Frank Frazetta. As I strike my arms out each time, I hit the fabric hard, because it's moving/flowing at a slower timescale than me. My stomach looked far too concave in the mirror, almost hollow, like a bad sculpture.


      Notes: I'm putting ... just to indicate that there was either a scene transition, or something did happen here and I just forgot it.
    2. xxxviii.

      by , 09-16-2018 at 12:08 PM
      Non-dream stuff - A couple of non-lucid dreams, one long one but mostly only remember fragments either way.



      Dream fragment:
      I remember being in my real bathroom, looking in the mirror; there was a crease in my nose, between where the nostrils are. I pressed one of my fingers and it spread apart like it was a nostril, but it didn't go anywhere, but there was a black dot there, like a seed. In waking life now I can still feel the slight impression of the nose being able to split there.

      Dream sequence:
      I was in a tower block with my partner. We were renting a room or something and we put quite a bit of hi-fi and computers in the room. I remember the lights were on, both in the room and in the common halls of the building.

      Another scene, implied to be later, I was standing by a window with my partner and a dream character, a woman about our age. The window was a large flat panel, or perhaps the glass was missing, but either way the hole in the wall was from foot level to ceiling level and rectangular. Outside I could see other apartment buildings, but smaller, between 3-6 stories. Given the height, we were probably on the 8th story of our building, and I had the feeling it was 20 or more in the dream.

      The sky was darkening outside, turning dark orange, and large clouds of orange dust appeared, going up to 6 stories high. The woman asked what the dust was. I said "it's a desert storm". The weather got progressively worse and hurricane-like and my partner mentioned something like "we must be getting the tail of that American tornado". The winds were so strong they blew some of the smaller apartment buildings roofs off and large pieces of concrete and stone were flying around, causing varying amounts of damage. I was not concerned about the building we were in, though it did take some hits from said large pieces of concrete.

      Later me and my partner went down, I think we took an elevator down, but it would only have been a couple of floors, as I remember "feeling" where the room was. I had the impression that there were lots of sandy mountains outside now and that some of it may have caved in to the several lower floors. I remember wondering if we should have paid for some sort of contents insurance, as I had concern for our stuff.

      Some detail is missing here.

      Then I remember another scene where I spoke to a receptionist or something. Then the dream's full context started changing and it started to become something about hunting some sort of unholy creature. I remember the mood colours of the dream went from oranges to cold light blues.



      Some notes:
      • The first dream fragment felt like an obvious "I should have done a RC" moment as soon as I realised I was remembering a dream, and not a vague memory.
      • In the tower block, when we were standing by the window, I only remember looking towards the outside, and I didn't look at either my partner or the DC woman at any point.
      • The "desert storm" was most likely based on the context of tails of desert winds I've seen in the past. If there's a lot of the dust, the sunlight becomes orange.
      • The context for why we were there was never revealed in the dream, but it looked a bit like my native country.
    3. Meandering through Different Apartments

      by , 06-10-2018 at 12:08 PM
      Morning of June 8, 2018. Friday.



      This dreamís theme has been so common throughout my life, I typically only make a minor note of it, though I write with more detail when interesting factors or features are present. I am walking through an unknown and unfamiliar neighborhood. An unfamiliar male is walking with me to my left. He is about twenty years of age. I find interest in wanting to take a shortcut through a large old building that seems to be a college. The building is on a corner. The public is not allowed to enter but I think about ways I could see more of the interesting building. Another building nearby has a similar essence. I see one man present near a window.

      The other male and I turn to walk down an alley. I can see the back of the first building, now to my right as we walk through the alley, and I find a strong interest in its design, pointing out the features to the other male.

      We continue to walk and find ourselves needing to go through various buildings in order to get where we are going. We go out through a window and end up outside for a short time, but somehow end up back inside a different building. Some of the apartments are clean, others slightly cluttered. Most rooms are absent of other people.

      I walk through an unfamiliar apartment. There are mostly open areas to my left. I walk past a young unfamiliar female cooking food in her kitchen, with the next open area to my left being a boyís bedroom with a boy sitting on the bed reading. I apologize to the two people for intruding and saying that I had to come this way because of taking a wrong shortcut somewhere. They do not seem annoyed. Of course, the boy and the bed are the last feature in my dream, representing the subliminal awareness of being asleep, though my conscious selfís memory is otherwise not extant at any point.


      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. Closed Off Completely Open DILD

      by , 02-06-2018 at 07:46 PM (Inner World حلم Gamma Waves)
      I am running from a bull in the night and find a cabin and decided to enter inside it. Once I did, the cabin change in to a white room to where I could see soda stock up on a cart. I turn around and think about what all this means. The idea that I must be dreaming occur and I became lucid. I check my hands and rubbed them together as I can see my bendy fingers. Once I rubbed them and attempt to control my breathing. I could feel myself getting much more grounded with in the dream.

      I then decide to leave the back room by opening the door. I look behind me and through the top latch I could see the outside. It look to be either morning or late afternoon. As I am trying to leave all the soda bottles started cluttering around my body. I could feel it all sticking inside and for a bit this hurt. But I remained calm and the items all disappeared. I make it through the door to where I was greeted with a bunch of clothes.

      After that I see that I am in an apartment or house judging from the near by bathroom next to a room. I open pass the bathroom in to the room. I could see one person sleeping as I open their door. I couldn't tell who they were as the orange beige blanket's cover his or her face entirely. But I could I feel I was disturbing their sleep and that they would wake up soon. So I decided to leave and woke up soon after.
      Categories
      lucid
    5. YAY another lucid!

      by , 08-14-2017 at 04:12 AM (Awake to take in the view...)
      It's been too long since I've had one!

      The first dream I had last night was non-lucid. I was back up at school, trying to find my new apartment. This will become a reality in a few weeks.

      The second dream was where I was in a church, and was going to go on another mission for my church. Well, I've already done that, and you generally don't do that again. The sheer absurdity of the premise clued me in to the fact that I was dreaming. Unfortunately, my level of conscious awareness wasn't as high as it could have been. The people in the front of the church building were really buddy-buddy with each other, definitely not professional and all, and one guy told me all of their names. I can't remember if I did anything cool as a result of my lucidity, though. :/ Work in progress!
    6. Intruder

      by , 03-29-2017 at 08:28 PM
      Not much to tell here. The sky was overcast and I was helping my friends with something just outside of my apartment complex. I looked through my window to see a stranger sleeping on my couch. Obviously, I was upset. I went in and told him to get the fuck out. Then he just sort of looked at me at left. I asked him how he got in here in the first place and he said that one of the maintenance guys was letting him crash there in my apartment for the night because he was broke and had nowhere else to go. He then made me sound like a jerk not being more sympathetic and letting him crash there. It actually worked. I did feel bad for some ungodly reason. I mean, was it not my duty to help the less fortunate or some shit?

      I decided to give him some food and some money but forgot about him and fell asleep (in the dream). I "awoke" the next morning realizing that I had forgotten to give him the food and the money and so I quickly get it all together in a to go box and proceed to seek the guy out. And again, for some ungodly reason, all I can think about is what the maintenance guy must think of me for not being more generous. I then begin to contemplate the consequences of what I am doing. If I give him the food and money I would be sending a message that this is what happens when you break into my home. I give you food and free money. Worse yet, he had a copy of my apartment key so nothing would stop him from opening the door and walking right in. Worse yet, next time he might bring guests of his own. I began to consider the warning that Jesus gives in Matthew 12:43-45. Maybe I shouldn't do this...

      I then woke up for real though I was half asleep so I thought that all that stuff that had happened in the dream happened in real life. For a split second, I worried that that guy would return and questioned every decision I had made in that situation. I breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that it was just a dream.
    7. Julbock (WILD)

      by , 12-21-2016 at 07:01 AM
      Ritual: I often wake up briefly during the night, but at one point last night I noticed that my husband was awake too, so we ended up having a conversation, probably around 3 or 4am. After that it was hard to get back to sleep, and I tossed and turned for a while. Eventually I realized that I was tossing and turning with the distinctive sensations that suggested I might already be asleep. I played with it a bit, rolling until I was sure that I was not moving in a physical way, and when I felt certain that I was in the dream state, I "got up."

      WILD, "Julbock": I realized that it was my first WILD since moving to my new house, but as is typical, I failed to recognize the ways that the dream environment was different from WL. In fact, it bore very little resemblance to the place I currently live.

      I remembered my intention to work on the last two TOTYs I haven't completed, but after my difficulties making rainbows the other day, the idea felt stressful. Maybe I could just relax and explore the dream world? But I knew that abandoning my intentions was a recipe for losing lucidity fast. I decided on a sort of compromise: I would work on the Basiliskówhy do I keep thinking of it as Basilisk? This is a mistake I keep making in waking life, not in dreamóI would work on the Chimera task, but rather than go through the motions and try to force things to happen, I would let my subconscious take care of it.

      I was actually surprised how well this worked. Normally, if I needed a goat (as the task specifies) I would deliberately try to summon one, but this time I just held the idea casually in the back of my mind as I walked through the my darkened apartment. Moments later, what should catch my eye, but a stuffed toy goat! It actually resembled an object that I possess in waking life, a little Beanie Baby goat that I have for many years brought out around Christmas time and designated the "Julbock." I have not yet brought it out this year, but it crossed my mind to do so a few times recently.

      Is this a psi-ball?-julbock.jpg

      "Would a stuffed goat work?" I wondered as I picked up the small toy. I tried to remember the wording of the task. Surely it just specified "goat," not "live goat" or "real goat," as if those terms could even be meaningful in dream, so I figured that this goat would be adequate for my purposes, and carried it with me.

      Since the task required the chimera to act violently against DCs, I didn't want to create it in my own apartment, what with the dream version of my husband asleep in the other room, so I left and went out into the hall. (It is worth specifying at this point that I don't live in an apartment, and have not for many years, nor have I ever lived in any apartment that resembled the one in this dream, which is what I mean when I say that this dream environment was very different from WL.)

      Across the hallway was an open door leading into another bedroom, apparently empty. Should I summon the chimera there? But I didn't know whose bedroom it was, so I decided to keep moving. To my right was a solid wall, the end of the hallway, so I turned left and walked down the corridor. The hallway was narrow to start with, and the walking space was further restricted by the many chests of drawers that were pushed up against the wall on the left hand side.

      I sidled along with barely room enough to pass through the corridor for about twenty feet, until I emerged into a slightly wider but still relatively cramped lobby area. To my left, a chest-high counter bordered a desk and work area where two women were seated, clearly employees of this apartment complex. Attached to the wall behind them was a row of large gingerbread men, a festive decoration for the holiday seasonóbut also just what I had been looking for. I was impressed how well my subconscious was pulling through for me. You see, in my earlier WL attempts to plan how how I might complete the chimera task without harming any human-like DCs, the inspiration occurred to me: have it fight gingerbread men! I wouldn't feel the least bit bad about crushing some animated DC cookies, since I happily bite the heads off gingerbread men in WL. And now, even without any elaborate summoning rituals or focused intent, my subconscious had handily provided me with everything I needed to complete the task: I had my goat, and I had some gingerbread men that could serve as victims. All I needed now was to transform the goat into a proper chimera and cause some cookie mayhem.

      "Could I borrow those gingerbread men?" I asked the women politely.

      "Sure," one of them replied nonchalantly.

      "Okay," I said, preparing myself for the complicated part. "I'm going to try to keep this under control. Hopefully no one will get hurt."

      Though I intended my words as a subtle warning, it was apparently so vague that the women took no notice whatsoever. One of them asked the other, "Could you get me a Coke?"

      "Sure," the other replied.

      "Half," added the woman who had made the request. This puzzled me. I had assumed that the request was for a can of Coke from a vending machine. How would one bring back half? But I didn't put too much thought into it, because I was preparing to transform the stuffed goat into a chimera... everthing was in place...

      ...And I woke up, once again, just before I could get to the heart of the task. When I was at my best, early this year before my long recent dry spell, I could often keep from fully waking and DEILD-chain my lucids in order to finish complex tasks like this, but now I seem to be out of practice.

      Updated 12-21-2016 at 07:13 AM by 34973

      Categories
      lucid , task of the year
    8. Fragments after The Sea of Mist

      by , 10-07-2016 at 09:25 PM (Cinder's Dreams Gallery)
      I woke up and wrote down my dream earlier. Since it was my day off and I was sleepy, I went to bed again. I had a few fragments, but most of them were too vague to write down.

      I recall being antagonized by a loudmouthed man in a wifebeater as I sat in a blue metal chair and blue metal table at a food cart on the street (these are common in Thailand), at night, with a few other people around sitting on the chairs and eating. (I think it was a food cart? I recall working on a painting and I recall people eating food.)

      I recall having a false awakening where I didn't bother getting up, which was why I didn't perform my reality checks. I was in a bed, which presumably was big, and back in my mom's city apartment, cuddling with her. I dozed off within the dream.
    9. Stardust Apartments, & With Mother & Grandmother

      by , 07-08-2016 at 01:04 AM
      My step-father was driving me to some new apartment I was moving into. They were called the ĎStardust Apartments,í or ĎStar[something] Apartments.í I asked where mom was and he said she had left. He said it in a nonchalant way, like maybe she had moved out a while ago, or that she was just living somewhere else temporarily. The sun was setting and it felt like we were in a desert town.

      I was with my mother and her grandmother. My mother had used the cord specifically that went to my flat iron. It seems I had some kind of hair iron that had a detachable cord. I asked her where is was and we couldnít find it. I was irritated with her. I said something sassy and my grandmother told me not to talk to my mother that way.

      Thoughts:
      Wondering more: Why do I always seem to dream about my mother? Why do I often seem to be moving, or returning to an apartment?
      Categories
      non-lucid
    10. False London

      by , 06-12-2016 at 01:26 PM
      I was in an apartment on holiday and had just got out of bed. I went downstairs into a brown brick stairwell.
      On exciting the block I saw a man who was dressed with a long flowing cloak and headress. He was sneaking somewhere with his children and unbeknown to him I had seen him. It was a hilly desert region with small houses built into rock sides.
      I reentered block not sure what to do. I found I was trapped in the stairwell so I called for my daughter to let me in.
      Even though she was only small in the dream I knew she had super powers and could help me out.
      She made the door appear again and came with me downstairs.
      When we exited the apartment, we appeared to be in London, loads of people in the street. And Red london buses going up and down.
      I was sure there was something wrong with this and kept asking is this really London as it did not seem right.
      I found it hard to believe the DCs and was perplexed as to what had happened.
    11. [Non-Lucid] Onions and Alligators

      by , 03-02-2016 at 10:18 PM (SilverDreams' Reality Journal)
      3/3/2016

      In this dream I'm with a guy, apparently my boyfriend(?) , at the train station/prison hybrid where he is being kept prisoner. I'm pretty sure I'm there to ask him about alcohol to take with me out with my friends, since I'm fairly broke and haven't got enough money to buy my own and It's a necessity if I'm not going to feel uncomfortable the whole night. He tells me there's some in his apartment and I go upstairs, there are scumbag inmates all over the place calling to me, mocking me and whatnot.

      "Hey, what room was yours?" I call down to him over the railing of the upper floor.
      "It's 505!" He shouts back.

      A woman slides up beside me and opens the door slightly, presumably to demonstrate that It's unlocked.
      "Does he always leave his door open like that?" I ask her, and wonder if she even knows him.

      She shrugs, and I push open the door. There are no drinks any-where, I look over counter tops and inside a bedside table before determining that they must be under his bed for some reason. Surely enough I'm right, and I pick up a small flask of vodka, a larger bottle of whiskey and some absinthe and stuff them into my bag. I leave the apartment, but now I have a new problem. On the ground floor, right next to my boyfriend and the staircase down, there's a warden patrolling. I walk low, and try to descend the staircase without drawing any attention to myself. It's no use, and I am caught. He rummages through my bag, not seeming to care that I don't belong here, and finds a tube of skin cream. He accuses us of using it to get drunk, which we vehemently deny. He takes it away, and sentences me to prison with the rest of them. I jump down off the platform and onto the train tracks, stretching out ahead of me is a dark tunnel. I begin running down the tunnel, the warden screams at his officers to capture me, but I manage to evade most of them
      I run as far as I can before I can't run any further, two officers blocking my path, a nasty looking woman and another man.

      "Make sure you close the door up ahead, the one that's unlocked. We wouldn't want him reaching the last gate and getting free."

      I am dragged off to a separate section, which is for some reason a patch of outside, like a park or something. I go inside, and there are other prisoners there, none that I have previously met or know in reality. I sit down on a park bench, and notice there are horses and alligators everywhere. I talk to the other prisoners, I think there's a woman, a larger man and one or two other people with no distinguishing features. The warden of this section of the "prison" talks to us, and begins throwing out different colored pieces of garlic, which attracts all the alligators to us. I sit on the very back of the park bench and put my feet up, there's the female inmate beside me and she does the same. I ask the warden how long I'm going to be here for.

      "Thirty years." She replies bluntly, throwing a purple onion my way.
      "Thirty years?!" I ask in disbelief, and she nods.
      "That's right, you're not getting out here until you're one hundred and thirty."

      So apparently I was already one hundred years old but looked and felt like I was in my twenties. I became friends with the inmates around me, but felt very upset at the prospect of being stuck in this place. As far as I can tell I woke up soon after.

      Updated 03-03-2016 at 02:00 AM by 36360

      Categories
      non-lucid
    12. Focusing on Problems

      by , 01-28-2016 at 06:00 PM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      I was in a room, in a house/apartment I was renting along with a couple of people. I was talking with someone, a classmate from high school. I tried to give him suggestions and solutions but he seems intent on just focusing on the problem. I got annoyed at him. I was moving about fixing or arranging things in the apartment while we were talking. There was a (birthday?) party. There were balloons and some food on the table.

      I was at home in our hometown with sis and mom. It was night. When the scene transitioned, the classmate "moved" to the outside of our fence. We went to our small store. Mom mixed Emperador rum, Coke, and Mentos. I told her that seems dangerous.

      I was on a train. Keyword: racist.
    13. Mermaids, apartment, lots of dredged up dreams

      by , 11-07-2015 at 08:30 PM
      I couldn't remember the night before when I tried, so I neglected making a post.

      Last night was pretty disjointed. I woke up partway through, trying to remind myself to remember my dream, but I'm not sure I really do. I do remember some stuff, though.

      I woke up partway through and considered trying WILD but I was tired and making up for sleep debt over the week. And I just didn't feel like putting in the effort. I'll definitely do it tonight, though.

      Anyway, I recall a fragment about... having Skittles, and eating them, and then I was digging through someone's laundry. I had dropped my Skittles in there.

      I was doing this outside, kind of in front of a beach area, and it was kind of dark out but not nighttime. Sort of after sunset but before actual night sets in. And it was kind of cold and rainy out.

      It was someone's brother's laundry. All of the clothing was a drab olive, or gray, or black, and there were skittles in them that weren't mine, and I was trying to be careful to eat only my Skittles and not the ones that were already in the dirty laundry, but I wasn't sure if I had accidentally eaten one of those, and it kind of grossed me out. I could sort of tell the difference because those skittles had gross spots on them, etc... anyway, I finally just spat out what I'd been chewing into a paper towel that I somehow magically found behind myself.

      Then, some of my friends had moved into some low-rent apartments. They were very nice. There were persian rugs all over the floors, the floors were marble and natural wood, there was a nice fireplace, etc. I was amazed by how nice the apartments were. They were a 2-bedroom and even had a nice balcony. My mom complains that "people trash them" so not all of the apartments are this nice.

      I wonder if it's possible for me and my boyfriend to rent one of these apartments, but we probably make too much money. I go outside for some reason that I don't remember, and walk a few blocks. I pass a little outdoor eating/socializing area with black cast iron tables and chairs, and think that it would be a nice place to hang out with neighbors. I'm trying to get back to mom's apartment, but realize that I don't remember which one it is or where it is, and it's very dark outside. The complex is mazelike, and I wander around for a long time looking for her building.

      Then, I dream about a movie that all of my friends and I have been anticipating, but it's also actually a TV show, and it's about a bunch of underwater people/mermaids. And the special effects are TERRIBLE. The actors just have badly painted face makeup, and the whole thing feels half-assed and unconvincing, and we all feel ripped off. I recall a scene of one of the actors surfacing from beneath the waves and the makeup just looked so terrible, and I was very disappointed.

      The next dream... now I am some sort of mermaid, and I live in a high rise, but I'm stuck there and don't have very much freedom, and the whole place is run by some millionaire.

      I stand in front of a glass window and look out at the city. I am also floating, because I have no legs.

      I sometimes steel a very small plane... but it's not a plane, it's more high tech, like a flying bike or something... and go fly around.

      Flash back to another dream I had that this one dredged up:
      I am in an apartment complex. It's a very run down complex. I'm going up and down the stairs, wandering around in this place. The carpet is very dirty, the walls are dingy, the whole thing is run down and it smells like food someone's cooking... that sort of general "I smell someone's food" smell where you can't figure out what they're cooking and whether or not it smells good or nasty. I remember the carpet being kind of... yellow brown...

      So I go up these stairs, looking for some apartment, but I'm also not really looking for anything. The layout is a lot like an apartment I lived in when I was 13. It is not exactly dimly lit, but not well lit either. The stairs are claustrophobic and narrow and enclosed by walls. And for some reason, there are no doors for apartments. I get up to the top and there's a ledge against the wall running between the stairs, and nothing else.

      Then, possibly in the same dream, I walk into an apartment building... it is dark inside... with the same sort of layout, but also falling apart.

      And now this leads to recalling a fragment of yet another dream. I don't know if I've written about this one already, though.

      I am in a sort of hospital place. Possibly a mental institution. The architecture is very prison-like, bars across the windows and everything is very washed out. I recall going down some stairs and gaining lucidity as I did so. I know this is a dream, but I'm not sure what to do about it. I go through a door at the bottom of the stairs.
    14. #205. House at the Start of the Lane

      by , 08-26-2015 at 03:50 PM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      Prev night: stole a combine with my mom and tried to harvest someone elseís field? Attempted to escape on motorbikes and was cornered in a shop/garage of some kind.

      ---

      My in-laws come to pick up me and my brother at my old apartment building to drive us to school. Itís a five-minute walk, but itís nice of them to offer. When we get to the school, traffic is being redirected away from the parking lot out into the county. We drive a few minutes before getting to another school where their kids go, and we have toÖ walk back into town? Maybe thereís a shuttle?

      ---

      Iím at my old apartment building talking to S. Sheís apparently using the laundry at this building because itís a nicer laundry facility than any other place in the city. Iím trying to work the laundry machine, but Iím having trouble sorting out delicates from the other stuff, especially because as Iím sorting them, the basket/machine is filling with water, soaking the clothes. I start finding monopoly money that looks really similar to real money, and I joke with S that itís just like that fake million dollar bill. Apparently sheís brought a monopoly set so that people can play it while theyíre waiting for their laundry.

      ---

      I wake up lying in the street. Iím obviously not in the city I thought I was in. I hear fabric flapping, and I see that Iím in a valley of some kind. Near the top of a nearby mountain, there are a series of flags flapping in the breeze. I remember that I want to attempt to teleport, but I donít remember where I want to teleport to, so I decide to just go with a previous dream, because itís fresh in my memory. I aim for the apartment building.

      Things are hazy, but I close my eyes and picture it. I open my eyes a couple of times and have wound up in the wrong place, but I try again until I reach the apartment building.
      Now that I know where I am, I continue with my road trip.
    15. Recurring DC who I'm married to (2)

      by , 06-12-2015 at 07:43 PM
      This is the second dream in which this recurring DC, who is implied to be my dream-world husband, appeared.

      I am living in an apartment block, very modern, futuristic architecture. Itís implied the place was built by aliens, who happen to coexist with humans in my dream world. The apartment block is one I often find to be my Ďhomeí in lucid dreams, in a tropical climate, very hot, the plants massive, waxy and exotic-looking.

      I canít quite remember what I did during this dream, except the part just before I awoke.

      Iím on the balcony of my apartment. Iím just enjoying watching the people running around the pool below, some all jumping in at once to flood part of the side of the pool. It looks like a pool party, but I ím content to just watch them rather than join in.

      All the apartments seem to be empty, except one a few balconies along from mine. Thereís a figure in the window, but whoever it is isnít coming out. Iím curious as I havenít actually seen the owner of this apartment before; Iíve met most DCs who inhabit the block.

      I go through my apartment and into the corridor; I see the figure from the window come out of his room, then stop to look at me. I approach him and recognise him from my other dream; as he made a profound impact on me when I saw him in the first dream.

      He smiles at me and invites me into his room as if he knows me. I find it odd he doesnít introduce himself or ask for my name. Heís very attractive, so of course I go into his apartment. I keep thinking itís odd that he talks to me like heís known me for a while, when I donít even know his name.

      He pulls me to him and we make out. In between kissing when I look up at him, his face keeps changing. My vision blurs, and his features fuzz over, then come back to clarity, and again go blurry. The dream fades out, and I wake up.

      This is the forum post in which I mentioned this series of dreams http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lu...m-married.html
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