Thread: Sean's Dream Journal

03.06.2010

The Parking Lot - 6/3/2010 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Two fragments, but here they are: I remember parking my white Buick Century in a parking lot on a hill. It wasn't a very high hill, maybe four a five feet up from yet another parking lot. I was with a female friend whom I don't remember, probably because her identity shifted as the dream went on. We exited the vehicle and proceeded to walk through the parking lot, down the four concrete steps to the next parking lot, through yet another parking lot separated by a small median of grass, and finally we came to whatever building in which the event we were attending was. The building was very modern, with brushed steel and glass structures that were the entryway. I have no idea what the event was or why I was attending. That is the missing fragment of the dream, and even as I first woke from it I could not recall it.

The next thing I remember in the dream is leaving the building. There was a crowd of people, but my eyes focused on one person: Lindsey. I haven't spoken to her in two years, because we broke that friendship off on such nasty, regrettable terms. In my waking life I would think that my reaction towards her would be fury and venom, but in my dream she looked at me like a puppy that knows it's done a bad thing. I walked up to her, and all my anger melted. I knew even then that I would never trust her again, but there was no resentment for her in my heart. I said, "Hey, Linds, how are you doing?" If she responded, I don't remember, but she and a high school friend of mine, Lisa, all walked back to my car together.

Lisa kept telling me that the three of us should go out on a semi-date of some sort, and I laughed and told them that it was just impossible. "I'm too in love with Jen to even think about hanging out with other women." At this point I couldn't find my car. It wasn't in the parking lot where I thought I left it, but then I realized that it was in the parking lot on the hill, and we made our way up there. I said goodbye to the girls, got in my car, and woke up.

03.06.2010

Buying a House - 6/3/2010 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Jen and I were walking down a street in my neighborhood. There were two homes that were models for the constructions company. A realtor was giving a tour for a family, and Jen and I decided to tag along. As we walked by the houses I could see that the basement windows had been kicked in by rowdy children in the neighborhood.

We followed the tour group into the first house, which looked like a one story buiding from the front, but upon entry we found it to be a three level home built deep into the ground. For a mostly basement home, it was well lit with sunlight. Directly in front of us as we crossed through the threshold was a set of three staircases. The one in the middle went up six stairs onto a lookout, and the two on either side descended to the lower level of the home. We walked with the group up the carpeted stairs and walked to the rails to look down into the rest of the house. I could see the living room, which had simple, but elegant wood furniture and a large, soft-looking couch. Jen was smiling, and she started talking very quickly and excitedly as she described how she could use the space for a salon. She began clapping and hopping about. I couldn't help but smile, until her elation brought her too close to the wooden rail, and she toppled over it. I could only watch as I saw her plummet 35 feet to the floor head first. She landed with her head and her shoulders, and I thought, "Oh God, I've lost her!" Luckily, she sat up. That feeling of shock, however, was enough to wake me up.

03.06.2010

Filling the Bowl - 6/3/2010 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was sitting in my grandparents house, and I heard my grandpa talking about how his next door neighbor always wanted to beat him when it came to cars. Grandpa buys a Nissan 350Z, his neighbor buys a Nissan 380Z. My Grandpa won, though. He bought a yellow 2011 Corvette. It was the most incredible car I had ever seen. The color of the car was intense and incredibly reflective. The car may have been a convertible, because the roof was black. It had a very sleek design, with chrome accents along the doors and paneling. It was then that I realized that it was in the living room. No one seemed to mind.

Someone said that it was time to leave, and I felt that a trip to the bathroom would be a wise idea. Instead of going to the restroom, I found a ceramic bowl in the kitchen, and I decided to use that. The more I relieved myself, the closer I was to the ground, until I was crouched down in a standing fetal position. It just kept going and going. I was filling the large ceramic bowl to the rim. My cousins kept coming up to me to tell me that it was time to leave, but I couldn't leave yet. I wasn't finished. Finally, it was filled to the brim, and I was finished. I was still close to the ground, and it was at this point that my parents walked over and crouched down next to me.

Dad had a video camera, and they both had silly grins on their faces. Mom was talking to me like she would a pet, saying, "Look what you did! Good boy!" I don't know why, but we decided that we needed to take the bowl with us for transport. It was night when we got in the car to drive to I don't know where. At this point, there was a percentage meter above the bowl for how much was in it. The road was bumpy, and whoever was driving was making very sharp turns. The bowl sloshed around, and the percentage dropped to 83%.

When I got out of the the car, I was in Pittsburgh with my friend, Paul. We were outside the church that Andrew preaches in. When I told him that we would be going to the show that his church was having. His response was "Excellent, brother, excellent."

We sat in a room that seemed to be a small theater. It was dark except for the stage. Jen's ex-boyfriend was performing a spoken word act, but I couldn't hear it because someone next to me was talking. I saw Jen stand up a few rows ahead of me and quietly exit the theater. I stood up to follow her, and the dream dissolved.

04.06.2010

Report - 6/4/2010 (Note)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Nothing last night. I'll attribute this to the face that I slept at a friend's house and also that I acquired a sunburn on my shoulders from the hanging out at pool. Hopefully I'll dream tonight.

04.06.2010

Does Not Compute - 6/4/2010 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A dream I had in a nap. It brings my dreams for the day up to one.

I am Lieutenant Commander Data on the starship Enterprise. I am in a lounge sharing a meal with a woman in her late thirties. She wears a standard red Star Fleet uniform. She is meerly picking at her food as she tries to describe her intense attraction to me. I do not understand. My android brain tries to make sense of it, but a comment I make send the woman running away with tears in her eye. I stand confused. Someone takes me gently by the shoulders and says, "Oh, Data, you have so much to learn."

05.06.2010

Confusing Music (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was sitting in an orchestra concert, and the seats surrounding me were filled with family and friends. At the end of the performance, the conductor took the podium again and began asking the audience questions about the performance. I could tell that he was profiling people. The questions he asked and responses he gave were very rude, in a sense that he belittled those who did not know the work as well as he did. It was awkward.

After the interrogation was complete we got up and exited the rows of seats. To the left of us was a banquet buffet. There were ten round tables covered in simple white table cloths. As I walked towards them, I had my eye on a table with some of my friends for college, but they pointed to a table to my right ans said something about someone who wanted to sit with me. It was my band director, Mr. Newton and his wife. I haven't spent much time with him as of late, so it was fine. It was at this point that a few of my music teachers I had prior to college came and spoke to the banquet. They asked us if we thought the questions asked were condescending. We agreed, and that was the end of that.

Cake. I wanted cake. Many of the guests had already had dinner, so the dessert bar was all that was left. I decided to grab a large cupcake and a huge piece of white cake. The were so massive that I could barely hold them, even though I have larger than average hands. Someone offered to help, but I just ate the food in line. I hate sugar. I can't believe I wanted that much dessert.

I needed to wash the icing off, so I went into the restroom to do so. The restroom was built like a long hallway. Stalls on the left and sinks on the right. At the end of the room was a door. I went through the door to another restroom built identically as the last one. I did this a few times until I finally washed my hands. Going back to the banquet meant going back through the bathrooms. The doors I went through were the same, but the second one I passed through let out into the women's restroom. There were puzzled looks on the girls' faces, but no one said anything. I checked the door during my hurried exit to find that it did, indeed, have a women's room sign on it. I made my way through the last bathroom, but stopped halfway to see my girlfriend, Jen. She seemed just as confused as I was. Then I woke up.