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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.
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Before falling asleep last night, I had *asked* for a dream. And THIS is what I got.
I was a casual participant in a cross country race that was being held on either the 4th of July or Memorial Day. To say I was nonchalant about it would be an understatement, I stopped to browse around a popcorn stand crowded by dozens of people. At the same time, a marching band was coming toward us. I knew there would be a bottleneck here with the band, the popcorn buyers and the rest of the runners who were coming behind me. I briefly thought of taking a short cut I was aware of, but that would be cheating.
Switch and I was still a runner, but now only for my own pleasure. I ran towards a filling station/garage I knew (in the dream). I wasn't at all surprised to find it empty, having a dream memory that the owners had closed up shop a while ago. In the back bay where the cars used to be fixed, I saw several red toolboxes piled around. The mechanics must still be clearing their things out I guessed. And there they were, sitting behind a wall having a last smoke break. I was surprised to see Ben there, I didn't know he was a mechanic.
I quickly backed out, praying Ben hadn't seen me. I just happened to be once again wearing the red zippered sweatshirt, which made me inwardly groan. Thankfully, the hood was up over my hair, HOPEFULLY he wouldnt' recognize me. I took off running down the street.
I was having a hard time running, a hard time walking even, felt like I was moving through molasses. I was just about to bend over and pull at the ground for help when I noticed Ben's group of friends walking out of the garage toward me. I tried to appear as if I was just casually strolling down the street, cringing inside because I was sure Ben had noticed me. One of the group called out to me in a teasing way, yet not unfriendly, "Hey, how's Romeo?" I licked my lips, glancing at Ben. Inside my head I answered, "Romeo is always and forever waiting for his Juliette", but aloud I said, "Fine, fine. Romeo's just fine." (I was the one referred to as Romeo in the dream, even though I'm female)
After saying that, I was finally able to run properly and so I ran off in a westerly direction while Ben and his group continued on southeasterly. I slowed down when I entered a full restaurant. A woman behind me said, "Oh, you dropped your glasses." I turned around, seeing someone passing forward a pair of dark framed eyeglasses. I was confused and lifted my hand to my face, did I lose my glasses? I was even more confused when a sharply dressed young black woman took the offered glasses and placed them in her purse saying, "Ah thank you! I can't lose these!" The black woman saw my confusion (I had stopped moving forward and stood there stupidly). "What?", she said to me in an impatient tone. I opened my mouth to start to explain that somehow I thought they had been talking to ME, but I saw how goofy that was and so I just shrugged and walked away.
The restaurant ended and a high end clothing store took it's place. I walked forward until I came to the back wall, wondering where I was supposed to go now? To my left, I saw a woman exit through a complicated door and I headed that way. The door was huge and heavy, a screen of cut glass swung out as the door opened, creating a shield for the dressing rooms/bathrooms positioned directly next to the door. I smiled at a young girl who looked like the doorkeeper to me, nodding with my head that I wished to pass through. She obliged me and swung open the door, but I wasn't fast enough and the whole contraption collapsed in on us before I could get through the heavy door. I was surprised we weren't hurt. I was embarrassed and made an appeal to the doorkeeper with my eyes, could we try again? She crossed her fingers and said quietly, "I hope I hope" and tried the door again. This time I raced through when the screens slid out and struggled to squeeze myself through the surprisingly tiny aperature. I was chastising myself, "Only you could be so stupid.." I was feeling utterly forlorn after first the Ben incident, then the silly glasses mistake and NOW not being able to just walk through a door like any normal human being. I did not give myself any credit for the door being remarkably difficult to get through.
On the other side of the door, I found myself standing on a busy street. Across the way there was a large combination pet store/costume store. It must have been some costume holiday because everyone leaving the store was dressed in a colorful costume depicting a different animal. Should I get one? Nahhh.
this was not the sort of dream I was asking for
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I dreamt of a very nice bathroom, with open windows and a large shower stall. I was going to take a
shower and only mildly worried about the open windows. The dream shifted, I was in a towel, riding in
the backseat of a friend's car. We were taking a driving tour through a nice neighborhood of close set
houses. Each lawn has a snowman on it, and as we passed more and more houses, I saw the snowmen
were becoming larger and more grandiose until the last house had a 15 foot tall plywood snowman on
it's lawn. There were a few more interesting christmas decorations and then we drove though an older
neighborhood, mexican I think, or Aztec maybe. It was ancient anyway. The dream shifted again and I
was sitting on a flight of stairs with my daughter. She laughed and pulled the towel off of me and I was
naked and embarrassed. I pulled her shirt off and she just laughed. It struck me that I would not be
embarrassed at all if my body was still young.
I often dream of bathrooms. And I have remarked to myself that I have NEVER had a dream in which I
am naked and embarrassed. This was my first! I'm not certain it's a marvelous accomplishment.