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I walk along a body of water similar to the creek in the previous
dream. It doesn't exist in reality, but has the feel of something ive
known all my life, driven by it, seen it, or swam in it. Yellow reedy
grasses surround the creek, and a short wooden dock juts out into the
water on the opposite side. I intend to swim, but before I even get my
shoes off I notice a woman emptying a plastic tub of purple liquid into
the creek. I call across "don't do that. Its bad for the lake to pollute it
like that." I note myself on having said lake though I know full well its
"But" she says back, "its just soda."
It looks like it could be grape soda, but the way it foams like soap
and pours reminds me of an industrial kitchen degreasser ive worked
with at my previous jobs. "Just the same," I tell her, "its bad for the
animals and fishes and the watershed." By this time ive walked put
onto a dock on my side of the creek that points towards hers.
She puts down the plastic tub. Doesn't really apologize, but stops
what she's doing.
I turn and go. I am naked from head to toe, as if id just gone
skinny dipping. My clothes are bunched to my front, and I think a little
bit about this woman seeing my butt. as I walk away I notice that the
creek is actually just next to my driveway, and I walk out onto my
I thought it was very interesting how I never went swimming, but something about this interaction with this woman made it as though I had.
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Myself and some classmates find ourselves climbing a mountain
path back towards a cabin retreat we all attended about a year ago.
To the right of the path, a valley dips down into a field of small hills,
mini mountains very similar to those in Dragon Ball Z, or from a video
game. The greens and browns are very pronounced. We travel very
quickly, holding a meaningless conversation. When we get to the
cabin, Lloyd, the man who owns it, is hiding in a mask that covers half
his face with a big round bird nose. He, as well as some other men,
are waiting to see the landowner and, I assumed, try to bid on the
property. I thought it was odd that Lloyd, the person who owned it,
should be answering to a higher lander owner. Also, Lloyd was acting
very strange and spoke in "incognito-talk" making a riddle out of
everything. But I figured he was playing some sort of game, and I was
too distracted by the intricacy of the woodwork and architechture of
the cabin, which had low ceilings and windows like aquariums that let
you look from one part of the cabin to the other. The people I was
with dissapear into the woodwork.
Some shift occurs and the cabin now is hosting an arraignment of
A, one of my classmates, who seems to have murdered someone. He
asserts he didn't, and we get out with a second court date and lots of
suspicion. A and I live together in this dream. at our flat, my parents
have left me lots of Easter chocolates and toys. One of them is a
remote control helicopter. Looking out the window, I am focused on
the tower - a skyscraper, which may or mag not have been where we
were at the cabin, that has a red balloon tethered to its roof which is
about sixty to 100 feet in diameter - I consider using the Easter toys to
pop the balloon. I'm convinced in this dream that the balloon will
somehow prove A's innocence. Its purpose is that when someone dies
within the tower the balloon will pop and save them. I have many
vividly visualizations of the toy hitting the balloon, and it popping
within its wire mesh cage. I decide not to and return to my Easter
candy. There's a knock at the door, I open it. A nude overwieght
couple of about sixty shuffles past me to the first bedroom. I stagger
back to my room, and see that the second door is open and A is
quickly covering up what is obviously sex with S, another classmate of
ours. I am shocked and a bit hurt, and return to looking at the Easter
The next day, A and S have washed their hair and are doing their
daily business. In class, they act as if nothing has happened bit I
know, and watch a few friends of theirs observe what's going on with
the two of them and wonder if anyone else can figure out what
After class I'm walking with a good friend, who is nameless in the
dream. He is the epitome of a "don't give a Fuck" kid. Very similar to
jay from Jay and silent Bob, but similar to a friend id actually want. We
dip into a convenience store and get a sausage roll or corndog or
something similar. We chat about, I think, the events of the previous
dream installments. He offers sound advice and jokes. There are two
people behind the counter, a man and a woman. The man is very
posh looking but modest, the woman is very forward and excited. She
brags about his name, which is four to five names long. He is bashful,
and offers that we just call him by his first name. She says something
rather cryptic about him being called that beautiful name everyday of
the year but one. We ask about it. And apparently, under the full
moon this man is simply named boy. "How does that work?" I ask. "I
sit under the moon. Someone rings my bell in London and I say boy."
Before I wake up, I am very vividly in my own bed and a police
helicopter or some searchlight is shining through my blinds. They are
after my involvement with A. It was frightening. But once I knew what
it was I was calm and waited it out.
A and S are in an apartment across the street from mine. We see
eachother from the window and I am invited over. They've baked
brownies and rice crispy treats. I note that they are cut up very
strange and push one or two pieces apart with my finger. The room
talks about baking hash brownies and getting unimaginably fucked-up.
All are eager.
People seemed to appear and fill out rooms then dissapear
completely a lot in this dream as well as others that ive had. Does this
happen to anyone else?
A and S's relationship really shocked me. And gave me a gut feeling of dread. Although I don't have any active desires to have a relationship with S. A and I have a history where hes dated two of my ex girlfriends. So that's possibly feeding that. I remember thinking "good I dreamt about this, ill be able to get over it quicker when it happens." In a sort of fugue state between dream and wakening.