Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I was outside in the daytime, driving something up into the cul de sac by my house, not sure if I was in a car or what, but in the middle of the road was a tree, just growing in the asphalt. I drove past it. It was supposed to be some sort of obstacle course I was driving on, one that my brother was watching me go through. He may have even set it up.

At any rate, I went around the cul de sac, and then back down towards the road, and next to the tree, almost completely blocking my path, was a lawn mower, one of the ones you can ride on while you mow. I said something about this to Blake, whom I assume must have been at the bottom of the cul de sac, and he said the neighbor, Doc, had been doing something with it, and that's why it was there. I somehow drove whatever was carrying me around both the tree and the mower.

I then was in my living room, on the phone with my mom. I talked to my her, and then Leslie, a girl I used to work with, was trying to beep in on the other line. I told my mom I had to go, and I took her call. We talked for awhile. I then got off the phone, and it rang again. I looked at the phone, and it said "Tim Carey", also someone I used to work with at the same job. I answered the phone and we started to talk. I was surprised to be hearing from him; we were never really close, but we got along just fine. I figured he just wanted something from me; it's the only reason I could think of that he would be trying to contact me.

At some point during this conversation with Tim, I remember being outside in the cul de sac again. The tree was still in the road I believe, but the mower was out of the road and in Doc's driveway (IWL Doc doesn't live in the cul de sac; he lives next door to us). It almost seemed as though the road sank down enough to where you would have to jump to get up to the driveway and the mower. The wall that this caused was a white color.

Then, Tim was in the living room with me. He looked a bit different than I remember, mostly because he had a more sandy blonde color to his hair than he does IWL. He was laying on his side on one of the two red chairs we have with his head propped up on his hand. I walked by him and ruffled his hair, or patted his head.

Woke up around 6am or so and couldn't go back to sleep because I started to worry about things. Typical. Shut up, brain! Sleep is more important than your crazy, overactive worrying. -_-