Second Reality Experiences

I decided to take a nap in the afternoon and had a WILD.

“Wake Up Nick!”

“Wake Up”

My eyes open. It is very difficult to see anything. I am in a large and spacious RV. I was sleeping on a large plush sofa. I get up and feel around. I am at the front next to the driver. He looks to be late thirties maybe early forties. I put my hand on his shoulder.

“Why is everything so blurry?”

“Blurry? Oh, eat the bread on the counter. It will help you out,” he points to a large French roll of bread in the kitchen area of the RV.

I claw a chunk with my hand and start eating. As soon as I do this things start clearing up a bit. For a moment everything looks perfect.
I walk to the back of the RV where the bathroom is and knock on the door. There is someone busy in there. I could hear her using the sink. The door opens and I see a beautiful blonde girl smiling back at me. She is wearing a slimming black dress and diamond earrings.

“Good you finally woke up,” she tells me, “Here put this on.”
She hands me a folded black tuxedo.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Well, we are going to meet my father. And I want you looking sharp.”

She smiles back at me again. Beautiful.

As she closes the door the dream fades out and I wake up back in bed. Sick as ever.

I am in some sort of futuristic communal living area. My mom is with me. I get into a heated argument with my sister (I do not remember the details of the argument at all – I just felt really angry). This causes me to look around the area for a bar because I want to get drunk – preferably on a mango daiquiri that I am craving. My mom is there and follows me in an attempt to distract me and help calm me down. She asks if I know of a place where we can get a nice dinner and we can relax. It turns out I do know of a place. It’s a restaurant that is part of a dance club I know of. It is daytime so the place is relatively empty. We walk inside and there are many party favors scattered about the club. One of the rooms was a sitting area made to look like a huge bedroom. We go outside where the restaurant is. It is made up of sitting areas on the floor with small tables that are each floating individually on a river. It reminds me of India.. and was relaxing to go to after being so upset with my sister. My mom and I sit down on pillows which they used instead of chairs for the atmosphere. My mom asks me if I knew the waiter who was talking with a different table – I tell her no.

Our table section starts going in circles and breaks off from the restaurant. It starts floating down the river – which increases in speed quite quickly and becomes a rushing series of rapids. I tell my mom to hold on for dear life. I scream for help and start waving my hands at an older couple I see from afar. Soon my mom and I are thrown off of our table ‘raft’ and we are flying down a canyon, the river water is no longer there – it is just a dry riverbed and something keeps pushing us along in mid-air at what seems to be 100 miles an hour. I scream at my mom to be careful. I can’t see her and don’t know if she is in front or behind of me. I see the elderly people trailing after us. Soon we are ejected into the open air over a cliff. As we fall my mom and I are able to grab hold of the edge of the cliff.The elderly couple fall behind us and both grab and hold on to our feet – and I physically remember having to pull harder to hold the man up who had latched onto my ankles. He climbs up my body and gets onto the cliff. Then he and his wife help pull me and my mother up. In the back of my mind I realize I have been dreaming and the elderly wife knows this. She and her husband both seem lucidly aware.

“Thank you so much for saving us,” I tell them. “Did you know this was a dream?”

The wife nods, “We are conscious dreamers having a shared dreaming experience,” she tells me. “It’s lucky we found you when we did.”

My eyes start watering. I feel very emotional for some reason. I feel convinced they are right even though I have no way of proving it and I feel very validated by this. Not very many people or DCs I meet in dreams readily admit to the dream reality. I feel around for my cell phone in my pocket and it is missing. I jokingly tell the lady that I wish she could call it. That way I could have proof of this and it could be authentic. She and her husband laugh. Then I wake up. I wish I had asked for their names.