Side dream, may not be related
I was at home, looking for food in our kitchen. Noticed one of the kitchen cabinets with old food. Oh, there are a lot of little chocolate and ube cakes and wafers here. I tried one. It was ube. It tasted bad. I looked at the packaging. Expired a year ago. Sheesh.
But underneath all the food was different stuff we thought we’d lost, some of mom’s stuff (probably important papers), artwork and books that I’d stored and forgot I put them there. They were books that I loved. I took a mental note to gather my stuff later.
Semi-lucid dream.
I was walking on my way to school. My friend (boy, so let’s call him B) caught up to me, pointed to his van (we were neighbors apparently and sometimes used it) and asked, “Do you think it’s flat?”
I examined the tires. No doubt. “Yep, it’s flat.”
“Are you sure? Really sure?”
I did a good look. “Uh huh.”
“Aw, daym.” So we went on our separate ways. Using public transportation to go to our respective schools.
It seemed I was in my old college again, and with my old friend, let’s call her G. She’s a beauty of the national level and going out/ married to B. We went to class, but inside the classroom was a single large bed. It was a snuggle class for girls. Like a cuddle workshop. We lay down on the bed next to each other, and G cozied up to me. It felt really good, and I must have dozed off. (In real life, this particular friend never let me hug her or hold her hand, surprise surprise.)
After our class/es, there’s a gap in the story. G and I left school and went to what seemed to be a mall. Except I got lost at some point. There was a gathering of priests and bishops there, and I just happened to walk in their seminar with some classes also going on. The priests would ignore me as soon as they saw me and I found the way out. So some kind of a Catholic conference. In a mall. Huh. Some of my nightmares involved churches and malls, but this is the 2nd time I remember the combination. I was raised Catholic, and I hate it.
I found my friend G and was trying to convince her to go back to B. Said something like, “come on, the guy loves you.” I don’t remember except I think I was pretty lucid because we were arguing. For a dream, there was a lot of thinking going on.
Another gap in my memory. I was talking to a little boy, and apparently he’s the son of B and G, and in my care. (How did that happen?) I was spending time with him, trying to cheer him up, really trying, until he started asking about his parents and that troubled me. Again, I used a lot of my thinking power, which was weird for a dream, and at that point I became aware that it was all a dream, but I wanted to get my point across before I left the little boy for the real world.
Now here I am. I typed this as soon as I could. @Skarekrow
What do you think about this one? My mood right now is like hanging in a bad way. I'm depressed and not okay with myself. I want to find something I enjoy but I couldn't think of anything. And I'd skipped both breakfast and lunch because I didn't know what I wanted to it. I fell asleep thinking of what I would like to eat that would maybe make me feel good, if only for a while.
And I find it really weird, disturbing even that I don't get psychic experiences when I try to be good to myself and spiritual, but I get these weird dreams when I am utterly devastated and not expecting anything good to happen... I mean, at that time it felt good, especially the snuggle class. Having a couple of friends in the dream is nice too. But it makes waking back to reality awful.
I was at home, looking for food in our kitchen. Noticed one of the kitchen cabinets with old food. Oh, there are a lot of little chocolate and ube cakes and wafers here. I tried one. It was ube. It tasted bad. I looked at the packaging. Expired a year ago. Sheesh.
But underneath all the food was different stuff we thought we’d lost, some of mom’s stuff (probably important papers), artwork and books that I’d stored and forgot I put them there. They were books that I loved. I took a mental note to gather my stuff later.
Semi-lucid dream.
I was walking on my way to school. My friend (boy, so let’s call him B) caught up to me, pointed to his van (we were neighbors apparently and sometimes used it) and asked, “Do you think it’s flat?”
I examined the tires. No doubt. “Yep, it’s flat.”
“Are you sure? Really sure?”
I did a good look. “Uh huh.”
“Aw, daym.” So we went on our separate ways. Using public transportation to go to our respective schools.
It seemed I was in my old college again, and with my old friend, let’s call her G. She’s a beauty of the national level and going out/ married to B. We went to class, but inside the classroom was a single large bed. It was a snuggle class for girls. Like a cuddle workshop. We lay down on the bed next to each other, and G cozied up to me. It felt really good, and I must have dozed off. (In real life, this particular friend never let me hug her or hold her hand, surprise surprise.)
After our class/es, there’s a gap in the story. G and I left school and went to what seemed to be a mall. Except I got lost at some point. There was a gathering of priests and bishops there, and I just happened to walk in their seminar with some classes also going on. The priests would ignore me as soon as they saw me and I found the way out. So some kind of a Catholic conference. In a mall. Huh. Some of my nightmares involved churches and malls, but this is the 2nd time I remember the combination. I was raised Catholic, and I hate it.
I found my friend G and was trying to convince her to go back to B. Said something like, “come on, the guy loves you.” I don’t remember except I think I was pretty lucid because we were arguing. For a dream, there was a lot of thinking going on.
Another gap in my memory. I was talking to a little boy, and apparently he’s the son of B and G, and in my care. (How did that happen?) I was spending time with him, trying to cheer him up, really trying, until he started asking about his parents and that troubled me. Again, I used a lot of my thinking power, which was weird for a dream, and at that point I became aware that it was all a dream, but I wanted to get my point across before I left the little boy for the real world.
Now here I am. I typed this as soon as I could. @Skarekrow
What do you think about this one? My mood right now is like hanging in a bad way. I'm depressed and not okay with myself. I want to find something I enjoy but I couldn't think of anything. And I'd skipped both breakfast and lunch because I didn't know what I wanted to it. I fell asleep thinking of what I would like to eat that would maybe make me feel good, if only for a while.
And I find it really weird, disturbing even that I don't get psychic experiences when I try to be good to myself and spiritual, but I get these weird dreams when I am utterly devastated and not expecting anything good to happen... I mean, at that time it felt good, especially the snuggle class. Having a couple of friends in the dream is nice too. But it makes waking back to reality awful.
