TheSkies
Vivid Dreamer

I’m on a train, but it’s the outside of a freight train. Either I had this dream another night, or I had it earlier this night. There were others with me on the outside, incl. (I think) Homer and Marge Simpson. We’re just powering through country in a wide, gravelled, multi-track rail path. At one point, Homer jumps off and into a bin (green recycle, and the lid closes on him). I tell Marge to do the same.
I make my way along the train to the front – the engine seemed to be at the back. I don’t remember feeling wind, or fear for that matter. As I get there, someone cries “look out” and a brace myself for another tunnel (from earlier in the dream?). Actually it’s a very small looking station, and we stop at it. I remember seeing the orange, hanging board (what for?) past the traffic lights and trying not to hit it when we stop.



As I get off the train, I fall and get entwined with a black/yellow striped pole. I don’t know where it came from or what it was for. Someone I knew helped me out of it. As I was leaving the platform, I saw an old friend cross in front of the entrance in official rail uniform. I saw another old friend and female looking down the tunnel so I veered off right. Ticket office? I may have asked where the toilet was, then went to the right passageway, maybe to the toilet. I came back and Lily (from HIMYM) was at another counter sorting out ‘papers’ for this other girl e.g. Passport, driver’s license, ID. I went somewhere and come out on the roof where she was standing, facing away from me.



She was maybe wearing a fishing hat and some form of baggy dark trousers. Over them she had some sort of green and yellow baggy short shorts and her top was possibly one of those tank tops with straps. The view looked Tuscan, or Renaissance, partly reminiscent of Dubrovnik, but with towers and such. She turned round and maybe smiled at me. Not sure when, but probably at office with Lily: There was a flash when I said something about her dancing. It was all blue and monochrome – high angle, tight cropping – she may have been wearing aviators, and she was dancing. Then cut back to the rest of the dream, whatever it was.

I appear to be in a China Town or just a very Chinese area. I’m outside a shop, looking in through the large open door. I see two men in waistcoat suits w/armbands and round glasses weighing and inspecting gold items. Someone next to me asks them about the items they’re weighing. As they turn away, he scoops a handful of watches that are on a cloth on the floor behind us and runs away. Somehow I get pinned for it and say “I stayed because I was trying to help!” but run because they’re having none of it.
I knock someone into the road, not seeing a van coming (1950s style) but knowing/sensing that it is. He’s lying on the floor with back limbs crossed over front limbs. The van drives over him, wheels either side, no harm done. He gets up and runs like a cheetah for a bit before straightening up. I run after him.
I catch up and stop him. Then a flash screen appears - martial artist slash music star “Bruce Fontane” - possibly looks like Danny Trejo in this picture, which I have never seen before. I turn around and see a small crowd of people, grouped to show off each member – tall/big at the back, each looking “professional” - like here. It shows characters names as if cheesy sitcom – flash screen with red bg and them frozen in front.
Also starred ‘twins’ one which it seems I may have previously killed, but was here from the alternate dimension. Was actually the alternate dimension clone of one of them (cannot remember names), but was under the impression the one from this dimension was her mother. We were in the back of a taxi, or other large interior vehicle, and we were on our way to Fontane’s club. We were talking, and something must have been said about the twins because this dimension’s twin starts telling us what happened but when she gets to the identity of her twin (who is sat lounging in the front) I feel like I wish her ill will and say “How can you be her mother? I thought the cloning-“ and was cut off as she talk solidly and boldly over me, but the other twin looked a bit put out. They didn’t seem to have a grudge against me.They had long straight dark hair with straight fringe, pale, strong cheek bones, dark eyeliner and eye shadow, and dark lipstick. The other twin was definitely wearing dark cherry red lipstick because as I turned to look at her she tilted her head back on the headrest and gave a short laugh. They looked a cross between Mila Jovovich and Olivia Wilde, a bit.
Dream jumps to basement of club where we are seeing posters of all of Fontane’s albums, all with a zombie-like creature in a 70s suit. Someone put a poster up in front of me and I go upstairs immediately to the right. At the top I meet Fontane, holding his latest – the one that he was going to release after may defeat. Called “DeathMango”. Say it from reverse through glass at the top of the stairs and saw Hans Moleman almost sing the name. he gets a cheer and says it again. This time Fontane asks him to say it again and he does, to a larger cheer.
I go in, and dream ends.

I was on a night out, possibly at one of my locals, and a musician I follow on Youtube, but never met, was there. I have spoken to her via chat channels which she initiated, so she's not a distant Youtube celeb.
We shall call her Jane.
I remember seeing her walking about, which she enver does on her videos, she's always seated. I was behind her at points and in front at others - I think we were walking through the crowd.
At one time we were across a table from each other - I don't remember sitting down, so I think the dream 'skipped' that bit. There are people to my left, possibly people I know, and a friend 'L' to my right. Either I say something or Jane does to which we both laugh (not outrageous, but amused). I turn to L who is grinning, but may have had a strange expression on his face, like confusion. I look back at Jane, who is still smiling, and she touches my forearm. I look at her hand on my arm.
Dream ends to a false awakening.

I wrote this some time ago, but not in my offline DJ:

"I had a dream that made me sad when I woke up. I don't remember when I dreamed it, but I recently remembered it. It wasn't the dream itself that was sad, so it wasn't that my day was affected by something imagined. However, the emotions in the last moments of the dream did stay with me at the instance of wakefulness. In the time just after realising you're awake but before you realise where you are, I went from so unbelievably bliss full to hollow and empty feeling.

I don't know how the dream started or where it went to get to this final point - it's probably inconsequential and certainly nonsensical - but at the final point in my dream, I was happier than I can remember being for a long time. My dream was very simple, I think, but since I only remember the last moments I can only say conclusively that the idea was simple. In the dream I was seemingly as I am now apart from one single difference. You may see it as minor or you may see it as major. I was married, presumably, and holding the love of my life who was pregnant with our first child. I remember the sunlight on her face and her smiling. I just felt content, and wished things could stay like this for ever.

Then I woke up. Not like being torn away or fading out but instantly jerked into that semi-concious state, one moment there, the next here. I realised I was alone and wondered why. Then I realised I didn't know this woman and couldn't remember her face. How could I forget her? Finally, full conciousness hit and I remember life as it is. I realised that I had been dreaming. In the moment I remember being the saddest I have been in some time. I remember feeling hollow. Then I got on with my day, and forgot about it, mostly."

That was the most emotially intense dream fragment I've ever had. I don't know what made me remember it now, but when I do remember it, I feel sad. It sounds cheesy, but I can still see her face, when I remember this dream.

I haven't posted in a while, and I haven't even dreamed in a while due to stress...

Anyway, this morning I was lucid for the first time. I reached lucidity as I was walking about my house. I walked into my bathroom (more of a shower room, no toilet, anyway...) and looked in the mirror and say I was cleanshaven. As I was stroking my chin and neck I felt bristeld and wondered where my beard went and it kept 'fluctuating'.

It was then that I realised (and was excited) , but I knew I had to be careful and not wake up. I involuntarily leanead against the wall and was very away that it was like my matress.

I had control over myself an I knew I was dreaming. Maybe what I did next wasn't the best advised thing to keep dreaming - I tried to change my dream world but after half a dream-minute or so I was awakw...

Still a pretty cool experience though.