Xanous' Dream Journal

New Home *LUCID* DILD


First I am at a casino. I see that people are playing and thier machine are hitting all over. Like big. several thousand dollar wins. I think I should play. Can't find atm. So I do to a different casino just to use atm. Play once lose then leave.

Some how I find myself in bed with my wife. It is a day we are both off and just being slow to wake up. We are in a studio appartement. And the front door is a sliding glass patio door. It is at the head of our bed.

My dad knocks. I open the door enough to let him in. She says something.. he needs something. I wave him on tell him to get it. He leaves. I get comfy by snuggling with my wife. He comes back. I let him in. He says something about "college kids would love to have fireworks." I reply just as smart ass. Like "Boom shakalaka" (cant remember now). He leaves. I ask my wife, "Did you hear what I said?" And laugh.

Then this black kid is at the back door. He wants to sell me candy. I notice he has some bite sized candy. It looks like leftover halloween candy. I smirk, thinking he is just selling whatever candy he has. This is no fund raiser.
I say, "OK how much for a small one?"
"Gold!"
"What do you mean?" I don't know what the kid is talking about.
He looks at me, "They are coins. You can buy a whole bunch of groceries."
"Let me see that coin you got in your hand. Dude thats a quarter!" I laugh at him and add, "Come back later. I don't have cash."

He looks disapointed and leaves. I can hear him talking to his dad in the next appartemnet building. I think "oh God. Loud neighbors." Then for some reason I put ice trays in the freezer. That is by the back door.

I wonder out back and see a nice concrete patio. I see a neighbor has a grill and I see a chain where they keep it locked up. But then the grill is gone and I assume they must use it on the other side.
I think, "We need to go get our grill and use it. And OMG we left all that stuff in the shed. We need to go get it before we take the u-haul back." I go back in.

Now I am cuddled on a couch with my wife watching TV. I think how we got here and why. I ask my wife, "What was the price difference between this place and our house?"
She tell me, "Only about $67." "
"Oh not much savings then. Yeah...Hmmm. OK." I think about the house we came from. I remember the wrong house than real life. I feel confused. I catch on and try to think. I remember another wrong house but closer. "No this feels wrong." I have this huge memory gap. Think, "OK where did we come from and why?...This place is so much smaller. We still have to sell the old house. Are we just going to forclose? That's so stupid!"

Now I am starting to get it. I tell her, "So we were better off before."
"Yeah probably." Her head is on my chest and she looks up at me when she says this.
I smile and say, "OK we wont move then."
She sits up. "What do you mean? Its too late."
"I dreamed this last night."
"Or you dreamed this tonight?"
Yeah whatever..." I am this not lucid but I know. I am talking about it like the dream was over but not over. I felt like I was in the dream but had woken up already. I say, "This hasnt happened. This was just a dream."
"Whatever." She doesn't believe me.
I get up. And look around. I look up and see the sky were the ceiling should be. That's when I really get it.
"Yep I am dreaming."
"No we are not." She refuses to see it.
"Yes we are. Look up. Why do you see the sky?"
I prance around to the back of the cough while clapping my hands and singing. "We are dreaming.

♪ ♫ ♬ We are dreaming. We are dreaming. We are... Dreaming. ♪ ♫ ♬

Then I say, "Hey. babe watch this!" I jump off the back of the couch and start to fly away.

AND THEN THE SON-OF-A-BITCH ALARM CLOCK GOES OFF!