Xanous' Dream Journal

#374 - DILD - 4:01AM

I am dreaming about hanging out with people at work. They have a large bag of weed and I offer to buy some. I roll a joint and take a hit.

I have an FA in bed with my wife. I realize that I am on the wrong side and this must be a dream, but I wake up right away.

I let myself relax and enter another dream unaware. I am in the living-room with my two daughters thinking about what I want to do in my next lucid dream. I look up and see the ceiling is open to the night sky. I imagine seeing the moon pass over head, then the planet Mars. I notice Mars just looks like a red moon so I try another planet. I see what looks like a distant, yet super bright, star and I say, "That must be Antares." I see a title appear above it like on a digital sky map (I can't believe I remember this one and I had to look it up later to confirm. Nice dream memory!) I try flying there, but I can't get moving.

Suddenly, I realize that all of this is vividly happening before me; this is more than just my imagination! I calmly announce to my girls, "This is a dream." I go ahead and test this by jumping. I notice how I hover just a second before softly landing on the floor. I become a little excited but the dream has also become a little unstable. I feel the dream is super confined to just this room, so I decide to give myself a moment and pace around some. I notice my daughters are just standing in the room staring blankly at me but I pay no attention to that. There are several furniture anomalies in the room; nothing is as it is in waking life. I pay close attention to the old, box-style TV. I know I have a goal in mind and not the one I was just thinking about. What is my goal? What is it? Think! (Find my dream guide). I feel the dream fading now and I try flying around the room, but I just can't do it. I make swimming motions as I walk around but gravity is now too much like waking life. I stop trying to recall my goal and just wander.

I accidentally walk into the kitchen area but it looks like a screened-in porch connected to another house. There is a floor lamp without a shade in front of me. I see a single bulb in the top and mindlessly try turning it on. It doesn't work. There is movement to my left. My parents are leaving the other house. I see Lisa B. from work following them out looking confused. She stops, glances at me, then goes back inside. I am curious what's going on here and I want to question her. I say something like, "Wait. Come back." As I take a few steps in that direction, I wake up.

I have a gory non-lucid fragment about beating someones face in with a steering wheel.

And another about working a second job at some fast-food joint as a cook. It was only supposed to be extremely part-time but they were trying to make me work all day. I was very pissed off and told the manager I have no problem walking out.