I had two more dreams after the latter one a DILD, which ended promptly and a non lucid. I didn't have time to reach the computer so i wrote them in my hard copy DJ. Also
This is my first time recalling 3 dreams in one night!!!!
Here they are:
DILD: Well, that sucked.
To understand yesterday's DILD you need some background:
About a month ago I had a very vivid, very frightening lucid nightmare. I was in front of this big old, gold painted, victorian looking vanity mirror+drawer type of piece. It was atop a desolate cliff, and everything else in the scene--even me--was shades of dark blue, black, and gray. There was this darkness that manifested into a body--sort of like a shadow, but much more dense. There was one in the mirror, behaving as my reflection (my actual reflection was nowhere in sight) and another right beside me, to my right, gripping my right wrist, hurting me BADLY. It didn't have a reflection either, so I got the sense that they were two seperate manifiestations of the same force. It was a WILD so i knew i was dreaming, but i was too awestruck and much too afraid to concentrate enough to stop the scene. The grip on my wrist felt so real. I was terrified. i tried to close my eyes, but my eyelids became transparent and i became even more horrified at the fact that i couldn't make them disappear, even for an instant. I started screaming to myself: "Wake up! Wake up! Please wake up!" Everything went black and my eyes were open in the darkness of the room, so I wasn't sure if i was actually awake. I suddenly became very aware of the great pain in my right wrist, it was still there. I noted that I had been sleeping with my right hand underneath my pillow. I went into the bathroom and turned on the light. It was almost purple. I had cut off my circulation pretty badly.
The actual DILD that I had last night was based on this dream. After talking to many DV'ers about my fear of the dark and the extent of consequences in lucid dreams I decided that if I ever came across that darkness again, i'd face it.
This was the second dream of the night (after the punching bag, monologue dream) and it went like this:
I'm in a forrest, near a river and everything in the scene, even me is in shades of dark blue, black and gray. I'm walking along the river, expecting to be scared out of my wits by the slightest thing, because I can't believe how dark it is, though, to be fair, the moonlight is illuminating most of the scene--but it doesn't help much. I'm already creeped out. I make my way into the trees because it seems brighter behind them, and i find myself elevated. I can see other hills and a far off mountain range. there are no sounds, which is strange for a forrest. all i can hear is the running water and the occasional gusts of wind. There is something standing in the middle of the landscape towards a cliff and i go towards it, hoping it might be someone who can break the silence and tell me where i am. But as i get closer, i see that the object isn't alive at all, it looks like a piece of furniture. I walk up to it and see that it's a big vanity drawer set, painted gold with carved textures along the frame of the mirror. It looks old. And it seems strange. I put my hand to the glass.
Holy shit...I'm dreaming.
As soon as i say it the darkness appears first as an entity on the edge of the cliff and then, when i turn to run--another entity right behind me. I'm stuck. I'm scared. I can't concentrate. But i remember what i have to do and for some reason a quote i read somewhere pops into my head
"Behind every fear awaits a freedom." This time i can close my eyes but it makes things feel unstable and i feel like i'm not in control enough to change things. I begin to spin, because a friend says it helps, but soon enough I can't control the spin. Everything becomes fuzzy, blurs together.
I lose my balance and start to fall and then do---
right into my bed, so to speak, with a jolt and i feel like i've just fallen 10 feet.
I take a second to catch my breath, realize i'm no longer dreaming--then I laugh at the irony of "falling awake."
Non lucid
I'm some sort of a cabaret singer, a'la Thalia Sodi' in attire and demeanor. I'm smoking a cigar and taking sips of rum off stage, fraternizing with the customers. An older gentleman comes up to me and hands me a large sum of money in pesos.
I lead him to the back room of the parlor. "Your usual?" I ask.
"Si porfavor." (Means "Yes, please." in Spanish.)
"Lorena!" I holler, and almost instantaneously, a girl emerges from behind the curtains. She looks fairly young, about 17.
She curtsies and motions to a room.
"Encantada, por aca, si es tan amable."
(meaning: "I'm enchanted. This way, if you could be so kind." )
As soon as he disappears behind the door, we can hear his pants come undone.
We're both disgusted. "All in a days work." she says,lighting a cigarette and suddenly she seems older, like an old soul. "This is going to take all night. But at least this one's gentle."
"There's the silver lining."
"I'm getting an advance tomorrow right?"
"All yours," I say. I get the sense that there is a good bond between us. I begin to fix her hair and say "Si el idiota de Felipe aparece, ni pienses dos segundos antes de llamarme. (If that idiot Philip shows up, don't think two seconds before getting me.) I expose the underside of my skirt to show a small hand gun.
"Nadie nos trata asi. (Nobody treats us [us meaning prostitutes in general] like that.)" I say.
"Ahora si puedo trabajar con calma. (Now I can relax and work in peace)" she says and puts her cigarette out. She gives me a playful look before she slips into the room.
That's it.
I can't believe I was a Spanish pimp--erm "madam."
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