Of Restaurants and Friends

Date of dream: Monday, October 01, 2012

Level of Lucidity:     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? No     Lucid Technique: WILD

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I awoke at 5:45, looked at the full moon riding low in the western sky, then lay back down to sleep a little more.  Immediately I fell into a dream; I went into the living room and opened the laptop, then noticed two padded envelopes addressed to G.  I took them up and carried them back to the bedroom for him to open, wondering what he had ordered. 

My eyes snapped open, I had fallen into a dream that easily?  Within moments?  It was 5:49 a.m.  That boded well!   I closed my eyes again and started to relax, I felt the bed begin to spin.  Or maybe it was my body spinning on the bed, hard to tell.  I started to slide off the bed, onset of a lucid OBE type dream, yay!  

I slid off the bed (only in the dream), landing facedownward on the carpet.   I was doing a headstand without the benefit of holding myself in place with my hands.  There should be a tunnel here I thought,  where did it go?  I started to open my eyes a little, then thought better of it, I didn’t want to wake myself up.  I forced my way down thru the carpet into the tunnel.  It was dark and filled with water.  I was a little bit frightened, but went on forging ahead.  Experimenting, I discovered I could easily breath under the water, sigh of relief.  (I know I can do this in a dream, but I’m always a little bit afraid of being in water in my dreams, I have to coach myself each and every time.)  I shoot down the water filled tunnel and land in a rocky beach area.   I had been afraid I’d land in deep ocean, but instead I found myself in the shallow water of a natural cove.  The beach was all small pebbles.   There are several wooden bridges heading this way and that, crossing over small running streams. 

There is a switch and I find myself walking thru a darkened house.  It seems familiar to me.   I notice someone sitting in the living room, in the dark, in total silence.  I turn back to look, “Greg, is that you?”   It looks like my husband sitting there all silent and still.  He grins and says that yes it’s him, but it’s also a version of my own self.  I nod, that makes sense to me.  I ask him a question that sounds simple in the dream, but is really full of labyrinth confusion.  I can’t recall the words, but the question is somehow about what is the fulcrum of our relationship, what do I need to know about things that have gone wrong.   He answers, “Treachery.”   I nod, solemn.  I tell him thank you very much and I will take that to heart and think on it.  I am conscious of being very respectful even  though his answer makes me feel upset and defensive.  Treachery, what the heck does that even mean in this context?   I know I WILL give it some thought. 

Switch again and I’m once more falling thru space, once more finding myself over open water.  The sky is packed with bright stars, the full moon a shining disk. The lights of a city sparkle below, mirroring the sky.  I push my fear down and land in deep water that is not too far from shore.  I appear to be in the outdoor section of an indoor/outdoor swimming natatorium.  A lithely blonde female life-guard is calling for everyone to come inside, there has been a whale sighting and it is too dangerous to be out in the open water.   Mass confusion results and there is crush of swimmers, some on floatation devices.  A small girl with dark hair is panicking, her float is being swamped by other swimmers.   I paddle over to her, help her get her float situated better, smiling encouragement to her.  I figure that if I can help a little girl like that, it’s worth falling into the water.  

The natatorium is set up very nicely.  In the dream I know that the blonde life-guard is the owner and that she has inherited the place from her father who ran it before her.   I explore around a little bit, swimming with slow strokes.   I poke my head out a brick archway and see that a few men have ignored the instruction to stay inside, they are floating in the dark, talking quietly.  It looks relaxing, inviting.  I turn back, anxious to check on the little dark haired girl.  

Everything has changed, the swimming hall is gone and in it’s place is a large mall with several Asian restaurants.  There is one German restaurant with a name like Roobsa.   I talk to one of the wait staff there, asking him where the natatorium went.  He has a blank look on his face, either my questions are incomprehensible or he doesn’t understand English,  maybe both.   I head into the kitchen of the Roobsa restaurant, the walls are covered with three dimensional wall paper that is designed to look like chunks of ice. Even the refrigerator is covered with the wall paper.  To me it looks very silly and I start to make fun of it to a tall thin man who has entered the kitchen.  Too late I realize this man is the owner and probably chose the décor himself.  He seems offended and I backpedal, unsuccessfully.  Changing the subject, I ask I to use a telephone.

The waiter I spoke with before shows me a stack of telephones in a small alcove.  I sort thru them, trying to find one that looks usable to me.  I find one that might work and dial a number like 411.  A man answers, he is very clear spoken and articulate, but he really has no idea what I am talking about when I ask about the swimming pool and it’s whereabouts.  It’s as though it never existed.  I wonder and worry about the little dark haired girl.

As I’m talking on the phone, I notice a bedroom off the hallway.  There is a doll hanging oddly over the bed and I decide to go investigate after I hang up the phone.  It looks like the oddest kinky scene in the world to me, but as I stare at it trying to figure it out, the man who lives in the bedroom enters the room.   He tells me that the doll has disfigured legs and he is sanding them smooth again.  He does it as a way to relax just before he falls asleep and that’s why it’s hanging over his bed.  Oh, makes sense to me!   The man is very familiar to me and I recognize him with a start.   He is someone I know from dreamtime.  I ask him if he knows we are dreaming and his face breaks into crinkly smiles.  He tells me that he can’t always tell when he is dreaming.  I tell him that I know *I* am dreaming right this minute and I know him, and I know that he is the one taking care of my dolls.  Indeed the entire room is filled with dolls that I have owned, some from waking life, some only from dreamtime.  We both very much like the idea that he is the doll caretaker  in my dreamtime.  Or..do I take care of them in waking life for him?  It’s hard to tell.  I smile and tell him goodbye.

For once, I decide to walk out the door regular instead of fly thru the window.  I open the back door and head out into the yard.  My stockinged feet crunch among leaves and sticks, it’s not very comfortable, no wonder I always like to fly. 

I continue walking and enter a neighborhood where many people are heading into a church with covered dishes in hand, must be a potluck dinner going on.  I contemplate joining them.   Two dream friends walk by and we all recognize each other.  I ask if they are going to the potluck and they tell me no way!!  I decide to go with them instead of heading into the church.  As we walk along they tease each other about being locked out of their house. 

We walk a long way, entering a downtown area.   Out of an alleyway, a beautiful girl dressed in muslim clothing approaches me with a smile.   I’ve been looking for you, she tells me.  She takes my hand and pulls me toward her.  I recognize this girl a bit, her name is Maleeka (from the dream only, I don’t know her in waking life).  Either she really has been waiting for me and it is important, or this is just a way to bring customers into her restaurant.    I follow her and indeed we enter her restaurant, my two dream friends trailing behind me.  We enter thru the back door and find ourselves in a bustling kitchen full of chefs and wait staff.  There are trays of unbelievable delicacies all around, apparently treats and snacks for the staff as they work.  I am offered a tray and choose some tiny delicate thing that tastes delicious.  Maleeka dances away from me and I continue to wander around.  I take another delicacy from a tray, this one looks like a tiny silver triangular box covered with sculpted fruits.  I lift the lid, inside is a creamy chocolate confection.  I take a nibble, it’s delicious, satisfyingly crunchy followed by a sweet chocolate explosion.  I see Maleeka behind a big fancy bar, she is talking and smiling with Greg.  I like the happy commotion of this place.  There are trays and trays of fantastic concoctions laying around, but my appetite has been satisfied by the silver chocolate, I feel content.  Or..maybe I will take just one of the lemony shortbread sticks on that tray over there…

I know that it’s time for me to go, in fact, I have to go right now.  I head over to where my two dream friends are standing, wanting to say goodbye to them but I run out of time and my eyes open.  I’m in my own bed, the clock says 7:00 a.m., my appointed wake up time.  

Additional Comments:

I have been trying to get to the point where I interact more with dream character in lucid dreams instead of running from them.  I feel some success in this dream, finding dream characters that I recognize and relate to in some way.   They are dream friends that I recognize only within the dream, I don't remember any of them from waking life or other dreams. 

Lucid dreaming has not been easy for me recently.  This is the first one in some months I think.

Also of interest to me is that this dream is filled with with images from my recent waking life.  I like how our brain uses stuff we've been impressed with during our waking ours to flesh out our dreams.

A Beating Heart

Date of dream: Monday, October 20, 2008

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling, a long dark string was hanging down towards the bedside table.  I nudged my partner (who, to my great delight in the dream, was my old highschool boyfriend Chris) awake and pointed it out.   The string scared me, it was something that was hunting a beating heart, apparently mine specificially.  It had been after me before and now here it was, returned.   Chris and I had a whispered conference in the early morning twilit room.   As long as the string never reached down towards the bed or the bedside table, I was safe enough.   Why the bedside table I wondered?   Chris explained to me that if the string somehow entered the table, it could easily reach across and find me as I was sleeping right next to it.   I spent a little while pondering this and then asked Chris in a whisper,  "Why shouldn't I be worried then about the walls?   I'm sleeping right next to the walls, too.  If the string is originating somewhere in the attic, aren't I at risk?"  

A young girl knocked and quickly came through the bedroom door without waiting for "come in!"    She was one of my students at the girl's camp I worked at in the dream.   It was Saturday, the day all the last week's campers left and the new campers arrived.   The girl was all packed up, but wanting to say goodbye to me.   This was all outside the boundaries of protocol, she wasn't supposed to be in my private room!  I was a little embarrassed to be found in bed with a man, but hey...it was my boyfriend and this was my own private space.    I gave the girl a hug though, and somehow kindly explained to her that I wasn't going to be able to go out for breakfast with her or meet her anywhere else for the time being. 

A little while later in the morning, no girls at the camp as the old group had left and the new group hadn't yet arrived, I was dressed and in my rooms.  Chris came in and we had a short conversation about nothing at all.   There was some giggling involved and then soon kissing.  Suddenly I just HAD to have him and there was a hurried scrambling of belt buckles and zippers and then a few moments of confused fumbling before I was sighing with satisfaction at being entered.   There followed an extended period of some fun, until a young girl burst into the room followed by her matronly companion.   What??  Again??   The little girl was carrying coloring book and crayons and had some idea of drawing us.   It took a few heartstopping moments for Chris and I to separate, while the matron smiled mysteriously.  I bet she was liking this, but *I* wasn't! 

Chris and I managed some lighthearted joking with the two intruders and the conversation turned to physical defects.   Chris complained that he had a few pock marks on his nose that had always given him distress.  I laughed and said they were of no consequence!   Sure, they were visible, but they didn't matter to me at all.  Chris kept saying how they made him look like a convict or a janitor.   Laughing, we agreed to go find a copy of the movie he'd made when he was young.  There we'd see exactly how awful he appeared (which was tongue in cheek as I thought he was very handsome).

Somewhere in town, we met up with a Rae and a male friend of Chris's who I didn't know.   In a general sort of chit-chatting conversation,   Chris and I said that 20 years ago we would never have imagined being together now.  We easily found a poster for the movie and Rae exclaimed over the date on the poster,  October 24, 2008.   I was puzzled by this,  the movie had been made sometime in the 1980's I knew.  Had it been set in 2008?  Had we somehow fore knowledge of our future time together? 

The dream morphed and it was only Rae and myself, wandering through a city that had the feeling of New Orleans to me (I've never been there in waking life).   We took a seat at a street corner to watch the traffic moving by.  A large double decker bus was turning the corner and there was something about the front end of the bus that was intriguing and odd, it reminded me of a fish or a shark.   We watched the various parties on the bus, it seemed to be all about weddings.  One bridal party had on tissue paper dresses with black and white 1950's stylized brides and grooms printed all over it.   Another bridal party was all decked on in Ren-Fair clothing, big billowing velvet dresses for the women and swashbuckling, lace dripping shirts for the men.  

Then Rae and I were on the bus, too.  I was looking at some of the wedding favors.  They were all cheap looking plastic brides and grooms atop plastic cakes, all covered with netting and tiny flowers.   I turned to Rae,  "When you get married, I seriously hope you won't have anything like these.  I'd have to disown you."   She grinned.

The Culmination of Chris

Date of dream: Thursday, June 19, 2008

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I'm with two female (dream) friends.  We're wandering in and out of crowds in different locals.   We end up in a large auditorium, darkened and filled with people.  I have the idea it's some kind of meeting as opposed to a show, perhaps a church meeting.   My two friends ditch me in a sneaky way, I catch sight of one of the girls smiling at me smugly over her shoulder.   I shrug, and take a seat.   Not much I can do about mean girlfriends, not like I'm going to go chasing after them.

I sit back in my seat and bump against the arms of someone sitting in the seat behind me who's leaning forward on the back of my chair.   I turn, and it's Chris H.   I'm surprised and delighted to see him.   He looks a little gaunt, a little frenetic, but we talk excitedly for a few minutes.  He asks me if I want to go back to his house with him for a longer visit?   Of course I do!   I have to spend a little time putting my shoes and socks back on (don't remember having taken them off).   I'm a little embarrassed that I'm wearing white ankle socks, will Chris think I'm weird or what?   I shove my foot into my white sneaker without bothering to tie it up, grab up a small suitcase I'm in charge of, and follow Chris out the door.

Inside the suitcase is a golden package that contains hundreds of drug tablets, they belong to my husband and I have to keep them safe.  Inside my head there is a flicker of worry that Chris is really after the drugs, but I keep pushing that away from the center of my thoughts.   Once we're at his house, I confront him with this.  He's walking up some stairs and I say in a loud voice,  "If  it's the drugs you're after, your name is worth sh*t."   There's some background knowledge I have that the drugs are trouble, obtained illegally and I can't wait to hand them over to my husband.  Chris comes back down the stairs, smiling indulgently at me and tells me that he'll put them in the safe for me, I don't have to worry.  

The drug episode over, Chris and I spend a lot of time catching up.   He tells me his whole life's story.  After high school he experimented with homosexuality, then tried bisexuality and finally settled once again on the hetero lifestyle.   During his bisexual years, he made a male friend who gave him the house we're in.  The house is huge and cool in a hipster sort of way, located right in the middle of a big city's downtown.   Apparently it's a sort of communal house, either that or Chris just lets lots of people crash there....there are lots of comings and goings of people drifting in and out.   There's a sad story about the bisexual friend dying young, leaving the house to  Chris.   While he's telling me this story, we're out on a stone balcony; Chris is laying down in front of me and I can see a sore on the crown of his head through a sparse patch of hair.  

A little later, we're back inside and Chris and I naturally fall into an embrace that leads to lovemaking.   I peel off my clothes, acknowledging to myself that I'm no longer young and lithe.  It's an exercise in mental acceptance of myself that takes only a second, but it's accompanied by a sort of wry interior monologue..."geez Sharon, why didn't you guys do this when you were young??"  

All the while, people are coming and going without saying a word to us.   We end up in a lower level of the house, doing something I don't remember...seemed like exploring.  

I woke up.  In real life, it was very early in the morning and I thought I'd practice something from a book I'm reading by  Robert Moss.  I try to re-enter the dream in order to find out more information.  I have an idea that I'd like to question the Chris character about why I keep dreaming of him over the years.   To my surprise, I'm successful in re-entering the dream, but I've fallen asleep and I'm not lucid in it so I never get to ask the question.   But, in the new dream sequence, Chris seems happy to see me again and we make love once more after which I tell him I really have to go home.   We're both calm and happy, the idea is there that we'll never see each other again but that we'll always be connected. 

Additional Comments:

Chris, a high school boyfriend that I've dream of through the years. The dreams progressed from just glimpsing him in the hallway, on through waving, talking, etc..until finally this dream which seems to be the finale. We'll see!