Blue_Opossum

Morning of June 6, 2014. Friday.



I need to go get something such as food and apparently some new clothes for everyone. I am living with my wife and family in Cubitis, though I am having a conflict with a few young fictional family members. There is some sort of argument between a fictional younger son regarding an apparent accidental injury (in the house?) and myself - and then a fictional younger daughter and a different fictional younger son want to go with me but I feel it is probably too dangerous outside and too far for them to walk - normally I do not dream about fictional relatives at all.

I cannot go west, because there is a strange idea that there is “nowhere to go” beyond our house or front yard. I decide that I will go north on the train tracks to get to the store and (fictional) uptown area. Firstly, when I go out, my wife and two of my youngest real sons come out. When I go out beyond the backyard, there is a frozen-over (fictional) river prior to the embankment with the train tracks. I tell my wife not to walk on it due to it likely being thinner ice that will probably not support our weight, but I discover that it is more like a solid surface of some kind and may not be ice (or may be thicker more solid ice). More easterly, beyond the train tracks, there are mostly only barbed-wire fences, shrubs, and (as in real life in this case) farmland, so that is a “no go” zone as well. Meanwhile, an unknown neighbor (a younger married aboriginal female) at a closer fictional house (in what would otherwise be the orange grove north of “our” house) has started yelling about something I supposedly did or noise that I made - which then involves an argument with my wife and her as I continue north, making sure my youngest son stays home.

Suddenly, it is somehow late at night. I am walking in an area in the large backyard again, but things look a bit different. A cougar is resting nearby. Interestingly, I deliberately go over and pet and stroke its head. This seems directly connected to recurring dreams in my youth where I always avoided cougars and had many dreams of going back in my house at night because of one being outside. It bites lightly at my hand and growls a few times in an apparent annoyed manner but I am not alarmed and do not see it as a threat, which seems quite unlike my typical non-lucid dreaming habits. I even lift it up for a time.

I continue to calmly walk north, on the train tracks for a time. I end up at a larger uptown area as it seems to be around late afternoon now. (Hmmm, must be an Ed-Wood-directed dream). I have to stop when walking on a bridge, because the rest of it had collapsed and I notice parts of train cars and larger trucks in the water farther north, along with other half-submerged parts of the bridge. At that point, I am somewhat out of balance as if I need to “slide back down” from where I had reached because of some strange sort of faux vertigo that is not quite dizziness but hard to relate with words. It is some sort of strange body-wide “imbalance” where I cannot bring myself to stand.

Eventually, as I slowly move backwards down the bridge incline with a sort of reverse crawling/undulating routine, the male owner of a bar right near the edge of the bridge seems thrilled to see me. He seems to be willing to give me a lot of free drinks and service. I ask him about the bridge and he cheerfully tells the story about how he had been driving when it collapsed, but survived. There is no way farther north, so I have south left as the final option. Another bar owner comes out of a different bar just south of the other one. He, as well, offers me free drinks and service and even adds how his is the place recommended by a rock musician (name unremembered). I have no interest in drinking or going into either bar, so I lie and tell them that I will be back soon - and then go south.

After going back south for a few minutes, it is somehow only late morning (yup, Ed Wood must have directed this one). I go back to my house for a brief period and notice that the female’s (who had been yelling earlier) husband is sitting near a fictional back door on the east side of our house. I decide to sit down for a short time before going southerly and my pants fall down and the man starts laughing and complaining (this relates to recent associations where there is a bizarre idiotic trend of having one’s pants down around their bottom - my wife even saw this at a pizza place and his pants actually fell down to his ankles at one point). I had not been wearing blue jeans, which seems a bit odd, as that is mostly all I have ever worn in real life other than when in school or on formal occasions. I mention this fact to him but am so annoyed by his condescending attitude that I leave in a short time.

Having gone south for a few minutes, I end up having to go into some sort of building aligned somehow with the train track route. This does not make much sense, but when I go in, I discover that there is no way out farther south and am very annoyed. It appears to be some sort of small enclosed dam or man-made waterway; a control room of some kind, the water of which rapidly flows along the east (and may be part of what was thought to be a frozen-over river earlier?) I am concerned with getting back out as soon as possible, because I sense that the water may eventually rise and fill the area (though that makes no sense as it would short out the control box contents). There is a narrow door to the west, but it does not seem to go anywhere. When I open the control box to see if I can get a door to open somewhere, a light starts flashing, which I am concerned will alert people to my apparent trespassing presence, so I probably cannot really go back north without drawing unwanted attention. I am really annoyed at this point and simply wake up, as there is really “nowhere else to go”.