moonlit

Last night was a very intense dream. I almost went lucid without being aware of it. I heard whistling, and it startled me so I turned over. Bummer.
Edit: This part just came back to me-
In the beginning of the dream, I was hanging out with that guy from Talking Heads. (I seriously listened to them for the first time yesterday, of course I knew some of their songs but never thought much about them. I had a friend who loved them and by chance I ran into a song of theirs that really affected me, and I mean completely randomly. I was searching somewhere on a website and someone had linked a video of theirs. It had a great message). He had on glasses, and he was really kind, boyish, I felt very familiar with him like we knew each other from another time, another life. We were lightly kissing, and laughing, and talking, I kept playing with his hair. We were both lying on the ground happy that we found each other. He was very cute and sweet. It was really flirty and light-hearted, like I am with some of my close male friends, so it really felt like we were familiar with each-other. He said his name was David. (Edit: I used Google to find out the name of the actual guy, and it's also David... spooky). Eventually he had to go... I hope I get to see him again because I have questions this time.

Well, the first part was I was out with two people I don't recognize. One of them had a big truck, and was our form of transportation. We went out to eat, it had already been raining, and by the time that we got there, the weather man said a tornado was coming, so we decided that we had no time to get back to my house. In a few moments though, I realized my family would have to get everything into the tornado shelter without me, so I said we have to go. Dream me is exactly like awake me, it's always what actions I would take in real life. I have always found this interesting.
The guy driving the truck was drinking and driving, holding liquor in his hands, and I told him not to be an idiot and to let me drive. Like these types of people usually are, he argued and argued until I finally told him to go ahead and die and I got to my house by thinking myself there, leaving the other person behind as well. I can't usually do this, so I think it was because I was so angry and determined.
I was trying to turn on the TV at home, onto our local news station to check the weather, but the remote wouldn't work or let me. I kept trying to type in the digital channel, but when I finally did, it wasn't the right channel, and then it took me to a movie made about J.
I saw his name written in his handwriting as the title, but some other guy was playing him. Somehow, I entered the scene in the TV, and it took me to NYC.
Someone who resembled Danny Devito a lot (I have no clue! haha) was asking me questions about my guitar playing, how well I was progressing, and things like that. I told him I'm very good now, and I keep getting better, and elaborated on some things. He seemed satisfied with it, nodding and remembering what I was saying, like this was important for him to know. I thought this was strange, who was this guy and why did he care, but he was nice so I left it alone. I remember floating around to get into the apartment, and seeing lots of beautiful city lights.
I really wonder why I keep having dreams of J, and why I haven't spoken to him in a dream even once. I will probably figure it out soon enough.