Xanous' Dream Journal

Bedtime about 12:30 am
Pre-Bed Alcohol
WBTB - Missed alarm. Too sleepy or drunker than I thought?
Sleep interruption at 6:30 up maybe an hour fitful sleep after that.

113 He's Already Dead! - DILD 9:30AM... ish

I am at my house. I wake up from my nap with the baby but I am on the couch. There is family from my moms side in my living room. I see uncle C next to me and my dad pacing. I realize my son is missing. I get worried and ask uncle C where R is.

C: He went with them.
Me: Went with who were!?
C: With all them to make arrangements?
Me: What arrangements? What are you talking about?
C: They are picking a plot for them to get ready for the funeral.
Me: Who's funeral?!
C: Your PawPaw.
Me: WHAT? WHY?
C: For the future.

I am about to say that he is already dead when I look up and see my grandfather walking into the living room. He looks really old and tired. Near death. Someone is has him by the arm and helping him walk. Then it dawns on me what Uncle C was talking about. My grandparents are making arrangements and picking a burial plot for their own funeral. (They actually did this in real life long before they got sick) I remember all of this and I point at my grandfather and and yell, "HE'S ALREADY DEAD!"

Fully lucid now, I forget about all the DC's in the room. They completely vanish. I stand up and jump and dance around. I can see something like bright moon light coming in from the windows and it casts a vivid shadow of my dancing self on the hardwood flooring. I just feel happy that I recognized a dream sign. I almost lose lucidity but I remember myself. I decide to try making fire from my hands again. I rub my hands together and get some feeling in them. Then I hold them up before my eyes. I close both hands into fists and focus. I try to imagine a flame in my palms as I slowly open then. I get nothing. Now the dream gets dark. I realize the living room is empty of all furniture. I rub my hands again for stability and then decide to just interact with the dream to keep it going. I dance around again like before and see my shadow again. I think maybe I tried too hard with the fire and now the dream is breaking up. I feel panicky now and decide to just go outside. I easily open the front door but it leads into a dark and empty room about the size of a smallish walk-in-closet. When I shut the door behind me the dream ends. My son is a wake and fussy.