Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #212: The Guadalupe Airport I’m in a cafe talking to an art student in his early 20s as he walks out the door. I’m complimenting him on some piece of digital art that I saw in his online portfolio when I realize that I can’t remember his name. I ask and he says, “It’s Bradley,” as we shake hands. I think that this is a student in my 3-year-old son’s class, somehow all grown up. Bradley leaves and I just stand there, confused about how this much time has passed. After a brief mental struggle, I realize that these facts just don’t fit together and I become lucid. I spend a few moments looking around at the DCs in the cafe but they all seem fairly generic. I don’t have goals in mind and I’m anxious that I’ll waste the experience, so I head through the first door that I see, winding up in a bathroom. Somebody flushes from one of the stalls. I am not spending a lucid dream listening to people flush toilets, I think, and head back out through the bathroom, back through the cafe, and out into a mall. I’m feeling less passive now and I try hard to remember what my goals were. Somehow I dredge up that a Task of the Month is to keep repeating whatever a DC says to you. I approach a balding, blonde-haired guy with glasses in his early 40s. He’s wearing a t-shirt that says something about the Windows registry and he’s looking at me like he wants to tell me something. “Talk to me!” I say. He happily launches into an explanation of something about computers, but he’s speaking too rapidly for me to follow. I eventually start catching him mid-sentence. “If you have a memory block that…” and I babble back “If you have a memory block that!” He scowls at the interruption. “You know what? I don’t think you’re actually into this!” And with that, he turns and walks away, looking offended. I continue on, drifting through the crowd. I spot one guy that’s unusually tall and for some reason get the nasty impulse to mess with him. I kick him in the right shin and he falls forward, stopping just short of hitting the ground. Then he rises back up, looking angry and annoyed. “Sorry, that was stupid,” I say, scurrying away from him. He floats after me for a moment but I make an effort to think about other things as I evade him, flying down an escalator to the first floor. I move through a relatively empty hallway, worrying for a moment about whether I’ll be able to remember what’s happened in the dream and take a moment to reflect on how cool this is. Now I’m back in the main thoroughfare with the crowd. I spot two attractive women nearby, both Indian, one in her mid-twenties, the other in her mid-forties. I fly past them and they say something about going to Las Vegas. I want to impress them for some reason so I boast that I’m having a lucid dream and could travel to Las Vegas instantly. They laugh nervously and sort of edge away. I say something like, “Here, I’ll show you!” and start flying away, slightly out of control. There’s an open chunk in the ceiling and I pass through it, turning and flailing a bit. Somehow I find myself flying along an airport runway at night. I hear “¡Happy Birthday Guadalupe!” by The Killers playing over what sounds like a clock radio and I worry that a morning alarm is going off. I fly up to a tall column of carved stone in the middle of the runway and reach out to touch it as the dream ends.
Non-dream Dream A couple of vivid dreams today: Dream 1: I am on some sort of mission with JW and JF. I am driving, I take a short cut through an alley and almost hit a woman. I am holding something out in front of me to get it past her. Dream 2: There is a huge party at my house. The yard is really big and we have a huge side yard with veggies and nectarine trees. WW and some other girl and the party say they like my wife (want to have sex with her). There are tons of Asian people and I am playing football with them. I throw the football over the roof by mistake. My wife is putting together some massive cabinet outside against the wall where the oak tree should be. There are 8 cats (all variations of my cat, S) sleeping next to each other in order of size. I woke up and thought about the party dream for a while, then went back into it. Mike Trout shows up to the party with his girlfriend, a tiny, cute Asian girl. I tell him that I HAVE to pitch to him so I go looking for a baseball. I find a bunch of baseballs but they are all nasty except for all of my autographed ones. The autographed baseballs are all signed by family, friends and myself. Next I am at Guadalupe Elementary School on the field pitching to Mike Trout. There is a catcher there too in full gear. The first pitch I throw is a fastball on the outside corner for a called strike one. Next I throw a slider which I aimed (I was hesitant to throw it). It's not a very good pitch. He swings at it and barely gets a piece. After the pitch I realize that I am standing way too far away so I scoot up. Next I throw a beautiful slider and he fouls it straight back but he pulls something in his leg. I think this happened because I was thinking how much it would suck if I injured Mike Trout. There is a doctor at the party with an x-ray machine. He examines Mike's leg and informs us that he has cancer. I'm not sure if it is real or a joke. Mike Trout and his girlfriend start to leave and I beg his girlfriend to send me the video of me pitching to him (she filmed it on her I-phone). I think she did. I hugged her and shook Mike's hand. He has pretty bad acne and was really nice - he reminds me of my younger self. Note - I think my wife was pregnant at the party. Dream 3: I am at a huge mall that looks like an airport. I am full of confidence. I stand in line for the directory but forget what I am looking for. When it is my time to look at the directory I just walk away.
Recent Comments
