I was in the hallway at home, waiting for everyone to leave so I could go to the toilet, a high school girlfriend from my family shows up in our house because the family wanted us to stay in touch. I greet her and hug and we have some small talk as we notice both us us have grown. After she goes upstairs, I bunch of people are chilling in my hallway dresser in blue and orange parkas. They're film extras waiting for the shoot, but I jokingly tell them I thought everyone just had zero drip which causes them to laugh out loud. I then let them ask me questions and everyone excitedly holds up their hand, the first person whose name I guessed as "Levi" because he looked familiar (in hindsight like someone else I know, I know someone with that name but it's not him) who asked about me being German because of my family. The second guy I had trouble understanding, I feel bad that I had to ask them multiple times and walk up to them just to discover that he's from Belgium (It was a Dutch dream) and he was speaking in a very thick Belgian accent asking me if I would travel to his theatre play, I say of course as I've traveled to Belgium before and even all the way to Luxembourg. I then jump back on the bad with a crazy backflip. The scenario from my dream then changes to the waiting room being for a performance from the sound studies master students from Berlin, whom I've seen live in July. The performers in question come chill in the waiting room with us not knowing they have to get on stage in five minutes, they asked me about their schedule and I pull my my phone saying it's at :45 as I notice the time being :40 right now (Coincidentally also when I'm writing this) the performers rush ahead and my theatre school classmates and I walk towards the performance as well through the streets at the canals in Utrecht. As we walk towards the performance I brag to my former classmates about seeing them in Berlin. And they're all having this "he's talking about Berlin again face" (This has never happened in real life as I haven't spoken to most classmates in 3-4 years now, but is what my subconscious assumes their reaction would've been as I had this classmate who would always react to my online activities in person) This classmate asks me about the master "Oh so they were like 'Lets teach a bunch of kindergarteners some sound design' " then joked about them getting an assignment to make music out of an apple pie and later on a different pie and for some reason I was just responding with yes knowing damn well how disrespectful they were being but couldn't be bothered enough to argue. I then fortunately woke up.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP Some girl and two guys are doing some investigation. The girl sometimes is me and sometimes is someone else and I just watch her as in a movie. The guys, one is a ginger pale tall dude and the other is a brown hair guy, both cute in very different styles. They gather at a park and then head to the house of an asian-american guy whom they want to join them solving some mistery. He lives in a mansion with high security and they know his family has lots of guns in a safe. He is forbidden (by his parents, maybe?) to go out, but he sneaks out through a back door and somehow tricks the security system. But doesn't bring any guns. Anyway, the girl is the leader of the group. She leads them to some cliffs and while they are doing recons in their separate ways, she slips and falls. In reality there was no real danger to her life, but the pale guy somehow appears right away as if he has a 6th sense and helps her very heroically. Then the other guy comes by and clearly is upset that the other one scored some points with her. I am watching this from the outside and get the feeling that this is a cheap imitation of Twilight love triangle and I think to myself: "Really"? Then I am her again, and walk in her body as they all enter a car and leave. Then I meet my mom and first we're talking in her kitchen but suddenly we are at some doctor's office. Along with us, many people await in the waiting room to be called for an appointment. While we wait, I am checking my social media and Zilla invites me to collaborate on her new blog. I feel like it's a waste of time as she wont continue it for long and I have long stopped deluding myself with such projects. I then recall a blog I left hanging, but maybe will return to it some day. Then I hear someone announcing something in an intercomm somewhere outside the waiting room. I go to the corridor to check if they are calling someone for the doctor appointment, but all I find is many other waiting rooms each one with intercomms and many names being called. I am confused and go one by one trying to understand if my name is being called in any of them.
Updated 08-29-2022 at 10:11 PM by 34880
Morning of January 2, 2016. Saturday. I am sitting in a very small waiting room it seems, featureless other than benches built into the wall on each of two opposite sides (for the length of the wall) though I am not sure what the waiting room is for - possibly a school of some kind. The walls, floor, and ceiling (and even the benches) are white. Curiously, I do not recall seeing a door on either my left or right even though a young version of my wife Zsuzsanna somehow walks into the little room from my right. (I am seemingly not concerned about there being no doors in the room.) She is wearing black slacks and a black top with white polka dots. She sits across the room facing me. I reach over and lift her top a few inches with my left hand (and to her right) and ask her “what sort of belt is that?” not being sure I would actually see a belt prior to lifting her blouse. I am thinking either real leather or synthetic but she only smiles and does not say anything. The belt is also black. After a short time, a 1950s song (probably what you would call a novelty song since singers do not usually blow raspberries while they are singing) plays loudly and suddenly (from an unseen source though mostly from above and behind my right shoulder), one I have not heard since possibly 1978. It goes “black slacks (vocal raspberry-like effect) black slacks…” by Joe Bennett And The Sparkletones. The last time I heard it was when I was doing a break-in cassette (of the type Dickie Goodman produced) of about a whole hour - and possibly he used it as well (a good “answer” to “what was he wearing?”) The main video on Google is amusing, as they are wearing white slacks while performing it. It was rather strange to have an old song I have not heard in years “break in” to my dream like that from an unseen source; some sort of totally unexpected nostalgia, perhaps (not for the song, which I consider absurd albeit vaguely amusing), but from when I used to make break-in recordings for my classmates and a couple relatives. The room represents the real-time liminal space between sleeping and waking. Zsuzsanna’s presence in this case might be a factor of shared dreaming.
I find myself in a waiting room somewhere with about 7 or 8 women I don't know. There's a TV on and I'm bored and want to change the channel, but 2 or 3 of the women are watching a soap opera.One of them can't take her eyes off the screen and is explaining what's happening to a couple of the others. The person I'm waiting for arrives (wife/daughter?) just as another woman and her children (4 or 5 of them) are about to enter the room from outside. Several of the women in the room are pointing at the woman and making bad comments about her, which I find rude. I tell the person I'm with that it's time for us to leave because, although I know the woman coming in is all right, her children are a pain in the rear because nobody watches them and they just run around doing whatever they want. I seem to be dressed in some kind of military uniform and put a heavy coat on, but then take it off because I remember that it's not that cold outside. (This is the first entry in my dream journal. The dream occurred on November 24, 2010.)
I only remember parts of my dreams from last night. I and a few friends went to a new place to camp for a few days. I noticed some very unique animals there, both in the water, on land and in the air. They looked just like animals I was used to, but their behaviors were very different than expected. ( Unfortunately, I can not remember most of the animals I encountered. ) Just before sunset, I looked up at some birds flying by. There were two large birds and 3 much smaller birds harassing them. That is a common enough sight. But then the small birds formed a triangle around the two large birds. The small bird at the top had a flashing red light coming from his beak. I was curious about this and asked a local girl to explain what I had just seen. She told me what species of bird they were and explained that when the top bird's red light was blinking, the small birds had total mind control over the birds within the triangle. (My dogs woke me up to go out. After I returned to bed, I continued with my dream) Anyone from the outside that came to visit this place had to have an exit interview before they were allowed to leave. I was sitting in the waiting room, waiting for my interview. It was packed and I had been waiting for a long time. I was getting quite bored. I was looking around the room for something to occupy my time. There were no magazines laying around. Then I thought, I wonder if my powers work in this place. I have the ability to move small objects with my mind, but only some of the time. I looked around for something to try it out on, but all I could see were chairs with people in them. I did not want to draw attention to myself, so I looked up at the ceiling in thought. All along the edges of the ceiling were a bunch of plaster faces. I definitely couldn't move one of these because they were attached to the ceiling, but I decided to concentrate on one of these curious faces anyway. After a few minutes, the face began to open it's mouth, much to my surprise. Then it's cheeks got very big, it looked directly at me and began to blow air at me and make this weird noise. By then evry one in the room's attention was on me and the plaster face. I could see into the office behind the receptionist and there was quite a stir going on there. Then the receptionist called my name. I walked up to the window were he sat. He said in a menacing voice "You read people's minds?" "no" I said "I do not have the ability to read anyone's mind" Which was in fact true. I had a very bad feeling about this. I saw two large men behind the receptionist making their way to the waiting room door. I decided it was time to get out of there and fled out the front door. I ran to where I had parked the car. My car was automatic and started as soon as I got in. But it didn't get very far because the way was blocked. I told it to go the other way, but that way was blocked too. So I got out of the car and ran off to try to find my friends. That is all I remember.
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