EruditeBlue
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This was actually a perfect dream for me, because I love Victorian classics and period dramas. The time I spend actually thinking about Jane Austen and other novelists of the 1800s probably led to this. I’ll try my best to remember what I can, but it’s all a fuzzy mess. My dreams are usually somewhat linear, but it gets extremely random near the end.
As far I remember, my dream-self was living up in the Catskills on a hill far away from a town that lay below. I end up in a long, rectangular restaurant, where one guy is ordering something with a few of his friends. I can’t recall why, but I end up leaving the restaurant, and my dream-self is glad to see him leaving with me. At some point, he asks me something, and I respond, “The Catskills.”
We end up in the library, and we leave in a hurry out a separate door that is not the main entrance. We are now with some other people. For some reason, I want to bring the main DC with me to my house, and I say that I can’t find it because we exited into a different area of the town and nothing is familiar. Rather than tease me, as my friends would when I made my obvious directional challenges known, (which is what my dream-self expected, via my own brain), we go in search of the main exit. The dream library is extremely large and grand. It’s nighttime.
I end up trying to take that one DC to my house up on the mountain, but we can’t find it. This is where it gets weird, although not unexpected considering my own experience. We find houses in water, as if there were a flood. (My family had a run-down house in Upstate New York that was wrecked because of a flood.)
I can’t recall why, but we had to climb this tree or (tree wrapped tightly with rope) that had hot rings, like stripes around them. I couldn’t climb it, so the DC does it, avoiding the hot marks.
The next thing I remember, we’re all in this tight space. All these DCs are standing side by side on shelves like they’re on display. At this point, it becomes sort of second person around this time, but I’m going to continue referring to her as my dream-self, because I can’t remember when it’s a character and when it’s me. It’s almost a plot by now. It’s some period of time, I think late 1700s, and there are tons of DCs dancing or some other social activity. More and more of my dreams seem to be romance based since I started to lucid-dream again. Anyway, I have something going on with this main DC who I’ve been with the whole dream. His father doesn’t know, but he wouldn’t be happy about it. I have a dim memory of his father being a rotund white guy, and his son being a light-skinned African American. I have no idea why, since he was white before. In any case, Mr. DC and I have something going on, and we exit the main area to talk.
I remember the architecture of the place pretty well. I’ve found out that, with dream recall, I can remember rooms better than I can people or what they say. The main room was a small rectangular area with shelves on the sides, like a library, which exited into a hall. On one side of the hall, there are stairs leading upwards, and then around towards the attic. The whole house is wood.
The DC and I go to the window at the foot of the stairs and look out. This is what causes me to be aware that I am dreaming. Everyone outside is milling about in costumes. There is a new shift of people every moment, like the people are not actually there. It reminds my dream-self of renaissance fairs and costume dramas. I go away from the window, and lead my DC up the stairs. As this point, I become lucid.
His father notices that he’s going upstairs with me and is not happy. I was pretty excited to be in a lucid dream, and wanted to do something to do something like hold my nose and trying breathing. But I was in the moment and couldn’t think of anything, so I spun around in a circle like I’ve done in one other lucid dream. I tried pulling my DC towards the attic, so I could have my lucid-dream without all these DCs milling about, but the DCs wouldn’t go away.
The first one, I asked politely to go away with a please and everything, as I had read might work. I’ve heard of other LDers having trouble with DCs. The ones I yelled at didn’t go. I tried to kiss the main DC, to get some good lucid-dreaming in instead of spending the few seconds I had yelling at DCs, but I wasn’t successful. So I turned around, and I think I said something to one of the DCs (probably an order to leave), and he sort of fell apart and disappeared. At that point, I took on the Wizard of Oz voice. It developed an echo, and went a few notes deeper, and I started ordering them all away.
Then I woke up. I’m pretty happy to have had a lucid dream, even if it only lasted a few seconds.

Fragment:

I am in England, but the people I’m with are looking over a wall down at a structure. Everything we’re standing on is suspended in the air / space. Behind us is the building we’re supposed to be in. Every time I look beyond the wall, I feel terrible vertigo. Eventually we walk across to the building.

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Dream:

I was sitting on a couch with my friend (from real life), who is also a lesbian in RL, and we end up flirting or something. I can’t quite remember what happened, although it was all along the lines of weird physically tangled-up flirtation, but we both wake up. She has to go, so she goes downstairs, and I see her being driven away in a car, but she left her mini-PC laptop.

A little boy comes to the door (who my dream-self believes is her son.) I don’t realize it at first, but he’s suffering from various birth defects. For one thing, the shape of his head is abnormally lumpy, and for a second thing, his posture is slumped. For some reason, I think it necessary to explain what lesbianism is. So I start by telling him on the floor, and then I lift him onto the bed and finish telling him there. I finish and attempt three times to kiss him on the forehead, but I can’t bring myself to touch my lips to the lumpy head. Eventually I do, and he leaves. So I walk out into the hall and turn to my left, where I find several rooms filled with kids of various ages, although mostly pre-teens and teens. It’s a party. For some reason, I realize that I have an older girl and a younger boy. I think that it’s my daughter’s birthday party.

My dream-self knows that this is not “when” I’m supposed to be in my life. It’s as if I’ve gone forward in time. I look around, trying to see who my daughter might be. I decide it might be the brunette sitting between some other kids, on the wall against the left side of the room. I talk to her, but now that I look back at it, I can’t recall whether she actually is my daughter. My daughter does turn out to be a seventeen-eighteen year old brunette who actually knows nothing about me. I learn that I am not a good parent, that I hardly know my children. (I’m not sure whether this is because my dream-self of this time is actually a bad parent or because my dream-self, coming to that time, is so ignorant of it all. It could be both.) I feel guilty about this. I also try to find out if I’ve done anything worthwhile in my life. There is a brief time in the dream, when the dream feeds me information about my work life, and it shows that I’ve done things. This part is very fuzzy. In any case, I have the fear that I haven’t accomplished anything in my lifetime.

The next part I remember is when my daughter and I are walking down the street. A man and a woman pursue us down an alleyway to a larger square. The man is Will Smith. My daughter jumps from the ground to the top of the building. I can’t quite make it. It turns out that Will Smith and the woman are trying to get a job in media or some sort of commercial, and I promise to help them if they let up. For some reason, I know that Will Smith is going to be some super hero after we work with him. I know that there is something amazing in store for him.

Dream:

It is night. There are three men I have romantic connections with sleeping in separate rooms surrounding an apex, possibly a fountain. I enter the room of one, the best looking of the three, who is beautiful.

I know that he has somehow betrayed me. Not with another person, but in some act or intent. I also know that the less attractive man is the better one for me, but for some reason I am in the room of the one I cannot trust. He is sleeping in the position that my own bed is in, pressed into the right corner of my room and against the wall. A desk is right next to it, just like a desk is right next to my own bed in my room.

I kiss him briefly. It occurs to me just then that I now understand how people can just give each other a peck on the lips before separating. I never before understood the purpose of such a short kiss when saying goodbye.

Notes:

I’m not sure whether that last thought was a moment of lucidity, but I think it was my thought and not the thought of my “dream self.” I know that there was more to the dream, but I can’t remember any of it. I have vague feelings of certain settings and actions being correct, but it’s always just beyond my memory / consciousness.

That this one scene is so clear makes me think that it was a moment as lucidity.