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    1. Partially lucid Medieval dream

      by , 02-28-2021 at 10:48 AM
      I had my first partially lucid dream - I was aware I was dreaming, and able to change the initial scene. However the DC's seemed to be more in control - They seemed to be pulling the strings more than I was.

      I had been captured by a group of men who kept lots of women in cages. I was allowed to roam around, but a man used a noose to wrap around my arms and pull me up some stairs so I was on the top floor. (I initially freaked out, thinking the noose was for my neck, but he told me it was to carry me via my arms!) I remember it felt very strange, like a floating sensation when I was dragged upwards.
      When I was up on the top floor, all the DC's were wearing cloaks until they showed themselves. (I would say again and again that this was a dream, and rub my hands together. But I couldn't gain a control over the scene.) And the men wanted to have sex, and were very forceful with their demands.
    2. Fringe Again (Spoilers!)

      by , 09-01-2016 at 05:47 AM
      Every time I watch through Fringe, my subconscious focuses on Olivia's discovery of her ability to cross to the alternate universe, and how she became trapped there. Then usually jumps to the part where Peter is erased from the timeline but traces of him continue to exist in the minds of those closest to him.
      My subconscious seems to have a thing for them heh heh.

      In the dream I am the equivalent of Astrid but in this version of Reality I was a cortexaphan subject like Olivia. My ability was similar to hers but while hers was to cross to the other universe, I couldn't cross but could create a bridge. Allowing anyone without an ability to cross, or I could lessen the cost of crossing.
      So, I went with her to the other side and witnessed her capture and reconditioning but I remained outside of the story. When I finally met her again she found a way to cast me back to our universe, interrupting the storyline of the show where Fauxlivia had infiltrated our group and instead caused Fauxlivia's early incarceration.
      In Olivia's absence, Peter and I became close. On the cusp of being more.
      Olivia's return happens in the backyard of my childhood home. It's all washed out, wintry. There's a shift in our dynamic but no one wants to talk about it. Peter's attention has shifted from Olivia to me, and she is bitter because it never would have happened if she hadn't sent me back first.
      There's a lapse. I'm leaving my apartment. This part is confusing. I promise Peter that we will go somewhere first but we have to be quick because I have work. I get into the back of the car because just as we are leaving Olivia climbs into the passenger seat. Peter is driving so I ask where we are going, he says he'll drop me off at work. I argue that I'll still need my car to leave work later, and that we should go to get that first. He has an easy-going manner, lazily talking over me.
      "No really, just drop me off at my car..."
      "Don't worry, you'll get where you need to go."
      "Please, just listen to me for two seconds..."
      "It'll be fine, everything will work out..."
      Then suddenly he isn't driving, Olivia is driving from the passenger seat? Olivia accelerates and Peter falls back, clutching the back of his seat and the door, still smugly iterating that everything will be fine and I need to relax. His own seat is laying almost flat against the back seats. I'm crouching on the ridiculously spacious floorboard in the back, arguing with him.
      On a whim I walk to Peter and lean down over him.
      I tell him to shut up and bravely bridge the gap that neither of us could before, I kiss him firmly on the mouth to ensure his shutting up.
      He sits there blankly, not moving. I worry I have made a mistake and embarrassed, I retreat to the other side of the stupidly spacious car.
      "Sorry. I shouldn't have done that." I give him an excuse and space enough to ignore my rude action. Should he wish to. Of course he'll wish to.

      Then he is there, standing over me. Damn dashing in his dark red button-up and black vest. He smiles a little and tells me I've misunderstood his shock. He tilts my chin upward so I must meet his eyes, and in sync he drops to his knees as I rise smoothly to mine and we smile a little as he presses his mouth to mine. It's an odd, distant sort of lucidity. I can feel his mouth. His shoulder under my hand as I draw him closer. It feels familiar somehow.
      My body molds to his, straddling his thigh. Half lucidity does me a disservice, making his mouth too wet, drawing every second of the kiss out, the scrape of teeth on tongue. I ignore it.

      Then I am suddenly aware of Olivia looking at us from the passenger seat. I break the kiss, it is incredibly rude to make out with someone while his once-time girl sits watching.
      She smiles and bitingly says, "Don't stop on my account. I know how...charming he can be."
      I flush, embarrassed.
      "I'm sorry, you know I didn't intend..." I begin, turning toward her.
      "Didn't intend what?" Olivia asks.
      "I know that you two were supposed to..." I can't finish. I feel like I've stolen something from her and don't even have the decency to acknowledge the theft. "This wouldn't have happened if you didn't send me back sooner."
      She smiles a little, she's beautiful even in her bitterness, with her dangerously red lips.
      I look to Peter who has retreated to the other side of the car.
      Olivia leans forward to kiss my neck and I am so overwrought already that I...react. She pulls away and I fluidly turn to give her a slow kiss. There's so much in this small, stupid scene. She feels brittle and sad and distant, mindlessly pursuing oblivion. I think about offering to share him with her. You know, together, but I think she would be insulted so I keep it to myself.

      At length we come to a city square that reminds me of Italy. Except it is distant and empty like a ruin. It's full of stupid restaurants? We observe them with equal amounts of puzzlement and amusement, because they revolve around Suddenly Salad. *snorts, then cackles a little*
      "That's an unprecedented number of restaurants." Peter says, frowning down at a patio table, like all the ones around it it has a plate of the stupid Suddenly Salad mix.
      "Yeah, it's a little excessive, isn't it?" I say with a laugh.

      Updated 09-15-2016 at 05:37 AM by 54746

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