My brain and I

dream : comments : lucid

8th of January, 2012

This dream kept repeating in on itself, albeit slightly differently each time.

I kept being late for work to begin with. First my car wouldn't work, then the next time I had a motorbike but forgot my bag, then it was raining and I couldn't leave for some reason. All in all it was really frustrating coz I spent many dream-hours just doing nothing.

Later on I was in a strange chinatown type place and going out to dinner with George Bush's son (does he even have a son?) but I told him I was late for work again and ran away. Found myself on a boat and sailed it over the land, across pebbles and down a stream in the wilderness. Eventually I ended up beached and went up a hill to go see these people I was supposed to meet who were riding quad-bikes. As I approached, a tank appeared on the horizon and started ominously coming towards us. I jumped on the bikes and rode back to town.
The dream started again.
Instead of a boat, we were walking through the wilderness with Bear Grylls. He told me I should have invented dirt because "it's pretty useful"!
We ended up back on the pebbly beach but this time a fat guy was waiting on a dock for us. There was a bed in the water under the dock being kept afload by balloons. The fat guy pushed us in the water and we swam ashore and again approached the quad-bikes. Except this time they were people with plastic bags picking up rubbish off the hill. I grabbed a bag and shook it by the handles to "make it come to alive". Instead, it turned into one of those bouncy ear-ball things that you ride on. It got a hole in it which I tried to fix and then bounced back to the city.