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I dreamed that I was at work (not quite where I actually work or what I actually do), and an employee of mine was waiting after work for someone to pick her up. She looked a lot like "Precious" from the movie, but not quite as large. I casually asked her why she didn't just take the bus home, and she said she couldn't afford the fare. So I offered her a ride.

Unfortunately, I took a left turn on a major street instead of a right and got lost. Mistakenly thinking that I had a protected turn signal that I didn't actually have, I ended up turning through oncoming traffic and nearly having a wreck. The employee told me that since I turned wrong, she didn't know how to get to her apartment from this way. I took the next left turn I could find so as not to go too far in the wrong direction, and I found myself driving through a horribly poor section of the city that doesn't actually exist in real life. There were no lane markings painted on the streets, and there were no curbs. Everything was covered in dust, and you could scarcely tell where the street ended and the sidewalk began. The detail here was amazing (I use that word a lot to describe dreams, but I often find the detail of them amazing). The buildings were all multi-story concrete construction with balconies, and I commented out loud, "This looks just like Mexico." I could see some familair signs for Burger King and McDonalds sticking up in the distance, and I figured that if we continued toward them, the employee would suddenly realize "I know where we are now!"

I asked "Precious" to put her address into her GPS so we could get directions, but when she pulled out a flip phone, I realized she didn't have a GPS application. I asked her what the address was, and she replied, "423 Ed Vaughn Rd." I've never heard of such a street name. I pulled out my iPhone and dictated the street address to Siri, but she kept giving me directions to other streets that sounded nothing like what I was trying to say. "Give me directions to 423 Ed Vaughn Rd." "Getting directions to 423 Elizabeth Rd." I nearly had several more wrecks while trying to program Siri. Finally, I came to another traffic light and stopped in the left turn lane, which had a red light. I typed in "423 Ed Vaughn Rd" and nothing came up. I asked the employee if she was sure that was her address, and she said, "That's not how you spell it." She pulled out her flip phone and typed it as a text message so I could read it: "423 Ed Vin Rd."

For some reason, I decided now that it would be easier to find her apartment if I abandoned the car. I made my turn and then pulled over. We began to walk down the sidewalk, staring at my map application, and then my mother woke me up with a knock on my bedroom door.

I googled "Ed Vin" to see if it meant anything (it was a French pronunciation in my dream, which was why I confused it with "Ed Vaughn." I didn't find anything at all other than a few Facebook profiles under that name.

5:30 AM



Previous Home
Found myself out on the curb talking to my old best friend, Danx, and a few other DCs. It was dark and mildly warm outside. It was something of a chance meeting so the conversation dove directly into the "so what'cha bin' up to?" mode. Come to find out, Danx had bin living right around a couple corners on the road where I used to live. Oddly enough, we spent some time debating on where exactly this house was. We talked about what road it was on, where on the road was, how Long ago it was that I had lived there, and what it looked like. I remember saying that I had lived there about six months ago, however in reality It has bin over a year. Not sure what name of the road was in the dream but I think it was the correct name. The other odd thing was the features of the house. In the dream world there was a dome and such that don't exist in the real world. When all was said and done, we both agreed that he was living in my old house.

Lucid at the Airport (used to work at this airport in the rectangular building)
It was a bright, warm summer day just off the end of the runway at the tiny local airport. The was a Large rectangular building further away across a mostly abandoned and gravel cluttered parking lot. On the opposite side of me separating me from the airport was a tall chain-link fence. A familiar set of hills stood just behind the airport with their green oaks, dry brush and golden leaf and grass build up.

I had just walked out of the rectangular building and toward the fence accompanied by my Grandma. She was looking remarkably well and was bright and wise as ever. I don't remember much of the conversation but I remember that I was talking about all of my cares and worries. My Grandma looked at me as she handed me some keys and said "Oh you'll do a good job." (Note: The keys were for a small plane just like my Uncle John might fly and somehow I knew how to fly one in my dream. )

I headed toward the end of the fence in order to get to the airport and my Grandma headed back toward the rectangular building. "She was always so awesome" I thought as the realization that my Grandma had recently passed away and thus I must be dreaming. I remained calm this time and quickly checked my blurry left hand. The dream was fading fast and I felt myself tipping back and rotating sideways. I tried to stabilize by rubbing my hands together but they felt far apart and so I compromised by rubbing my thighs. I woke up anyway. Second lucid experience.