Thread: Rabblerouser's Dream Journal

Some Time Ago

Floating in the air, above a hill with a house on it. Outside the building are fatter versions of John Lennon and Paul McCartney from TheBeatles. I feel that this is a profoundly spiritual/beautiful experience, perhaps realizing that I am dreaming. “If only it could always be this way!” I say. “But it is!” replies Paul. I fade into blackness and then drift back into the dream.

Then, I am in a building. I enter a room where there is a somewhat obese woman sitting on a bed. I move to have sex with her, but wish that she were someone else. She transforms into Lorna, who explains that she is not for me because I have made a crucial mistake: asking my father what he thought of her. A video screen with a menu and photographs of various girls comes down from the ceiling, showing me the status of my relationships with all of them and a number indicating compatibility. It also catalogues all the mistakes I’ve made with them. It tells me that the closest I’ve come to a good relationship with a girl was with Ruth, with whom I have a 90 out of 100, enough for true love; I have, however, made a single mistake of an offhand comment in conversation with her.
I am then in a shop where I observe a wealthy elderly man (something of a curmudgeon) shopping for an expensive toy ($3000). I can see him from different angles, and am aware that I am dreaming.

Even though I was aware that all of this was a dream, it felt very real in some way, and I hoped that it would be truly real or at least change my reality.