Greetings from Dreamland
Ah the good old waxing quarter moon. A perfect time for a change in the weather, and some weird as shit dreams. They were memorable, and felt meaningful, although I don't know what that first one means...
1. I'm in a mattress store. Lying on a bed, one in the corner of the store. The manager is no where, but there are old people and couples milling around. I'm by myself, with a strange red vibrator. Clothes are on, but I'm obviously doing something I'm not supposed to. I'm upset that they've barely noticed and I'm getting no reaction whatsoever, none. The lucid dreamer in me swoops in and reminds me that this is weird and a little icky, so I stop. It wasn't working anyway. The end.
2. Rachel you're in this one, but there is no vibrator, so don't worry. Rachel and I are out in some beautiful sacred forest that opens up to a foggy clearing one day, and we've come here to do an important ritual involving a small fire ring. We begin to unpack our tools and items, and I'm about to light the fire when some Barney Fife wanna-be happens along out of NOWHERE (I mean, this is a secret magic place unknown to regular folk) and says "You all are WITCHES! The only fire (pronounced far) you should see is at the stake!" but despite his cruel words, all he does is take my lighter and leave us. So we discuss the weirdness of this for a bit, but convince ourselves to continue, figuring he's long on his way. I dig out some matches. He is back! He takes the matches, and as I'm irritated, I pull out a magnifying glass and start eyeballing the sun while he's still standing there. He catches on and confiscates the magnifying glass, so I smartassedly invite him to rummage through the rest of my stuff to see if he likes anything else. He says no, and leaves. We use your glasses instead, but I wake up before we begin the ritual. The end.
3. The most lucid dream. Amber and I are in Barnes and Noble. I see Bob in the cafe. In real life, Bob put rufenol in my drink and I got sick enough to not get raped by one of his loser friends--just so you have some back story. I walk over and sit at his cafe table, and stare at him for a moment. I grab his drink and pull it towards me non chalantly, but he is annoyed. "What, does it bother you when someone fucks with your drink?" And I go on a tirade and he shrinks like an ugly little bug. The end.
I'm sure I was given these dreams for a reason. But I've been weirded out all day O_o
1. I'm in a mattress store. Lying on a bed, one in the corner of the store. The manager is no where, but there are old people and couples milling around. I'm by myself, with a strange red vibrator. Clothes are on, but I'm obviously doing something I'm not supposed to. I'm upset that they've barely noticed and I'm getting no reaction whatsoever, none. The lucid dreamer in me swoops in and reminds me that this is weird and a little icky, so I stop. It wasn't working anyway. The end.
2. Rachel you're in this one, but there is no vibrator, so don't worry. Rachel and I are out in some beautiful sacred forest that opens up to a foggy clearing one day, and we've come here to do an important ritual involving a small fire ring. We begin to unpack our tools and items, and I'm about to light the fire when some Barney Fife wanna-be happens along out of NOWHERE (I mean, this is a secret magic place unknown to regular folk) and says "You all are WITCHES! The only fire (pronounced far) you should see is at the stake!" but despite his cruel words, all he does is take my lighter and leave us. So we discuss the weirdness of this for a bit, but convince ourselves to continue, figuring he's long on his way. I dig out some matches. He is back! He takes the matches, and as I'm irritated, I pull out a magnifying glass and start eyeballing the sun while he's still standing there. He catches on and confiscates the magnifying glass, so I smartassedly invite him to rummage through the rest of my stuff to see if he likes anything else. He says no, and leaves. We use your glasses instead, but I wake up before we begin the ritual. The end.
3. The most lucid dream. Amber and I are in Barnes and Noble. I see Bob in the cafe. In real life, Bob put rufenol in my drink and I got sick enough to not get raped by one of his loser friends--just so you have some back story. I walk over and sit at his cafe table, and stare at him for a moment. I grab his drink and pull it towards me non chalantly, but he is annoyed. "What, does it bother you when someone fucks with your drink?" And I go on a tirade and he shrinks like an ugly little bug. The end.
I'm sure I was given these dreams for a reason. But I've been weirded out all day O_o