Last night I had weird dreams. I have often been a lucid dreamer.(To learn about that click here.....LUCID DREAMS) My whole life I have been a vivid dreamer, a lucid dreamer, a haver of nightmares (especially during day naps, which defeats the whole purpose of the name NIGHTMARES). I was in the habit a few years ago of writing down my dreams, especially after my dad died in 2008. I got out of the habit because I got lazy. I have always been INTERESTED in dreams, and why the brain works the way it does. This interest only got enhanced over time with the use of hallucinogens and other drugs. Why does the brain do what it does? I STILL don't know, and I'm not interested enough into reading "scientific" articles about it, so I just go with how I feel, and I find it cool that people dream, that I am a lucid dreamer. I don't try to figure out what my dreams mean, I have found I can never tell, and I have also found that I don't really CARE what they are trying to tell me unless it is specific. So.... yes.... last night I had weird dreams. I wrote the dreams down as soon as I woke up. Here they are, and this is order I wrote them down, although not the specific order I dreamed them in. As I was writing, I kept remembering more of the dream, so it is disjointed, as I believe it should remain.
My brother Brian, sister Melody, and my dad and I were all in a truck where we could sit in the front seat. We were driving through a snowy area, and dad kept sliding off of the road. Dad was driving. When we told him to watch where he was going he said, "I am watching," in his gruff tone.
My mom, me, Lee, Brian, and Melody had to walk up a spiral staircase outdoors- it was kindof similar to that of a parking garage but a staircase. It was about 10 stories tall but seemed to never end from the bottom floor.
On one platform of the staircase was a murdered woman, just lying there (or is it laying there?!) on the cement, fully clothed, laying on her back in one of those weird "chalk outline" positions. She was half melted into the ground and people just walking by her like it was no big deal. (Myself included) At one point, my brother & I decided to go check to just make sure she was dead, and there was a sign by her that said, "One moving finger means she's alive." We didn't see any moving fingers.
I really wanted to hear the songs "chickens" by Junip while we were walking up the stairs. I didn't know how to find it, so I got out my laptop, emailed Robbie (my friend) and he immediately emailed me back the link to the song so we could all listen to it on the way up. Robbie at this moment was apparently on the first floor of the stairs, just beginning the walk up.
After dad was done driving in the snow, I decided to drive instead and kept crashing over every guard rail but we all survived the crashes. All the guard rails were pink and glittery.
I was at a place very similar to a dormitory, where I was making out with a long lost childhood friend. We were adults in the dream. There was another man and woman, who were also having sex in the same room as us. Then it turned into a foursome, but the guy I was making out with got mad, and said, "Erika?" but I didn't care because it was fun being the foursome. The scenery quickly turned into a Burning Man background instead of a dorm.
Women were stealing the glasses off of my face while we were walking up the stairs. I was mad at them, and I stole them back. One woman said to me, "These are mine." I said to her, "bullshit! Those are MY pink glasses with green on them. I can't see with out them bitch." She said, "I hope your mom is proud of you for being so rude." Then mom popped into the dream here and said, "God damn right I am proud of her for sticking up for herself." I got my glasses back and we carried on our way.
My brothers, at this point Doug was in the dream, and I had to pass the broken car parts up the stairs, but we passed them from floor to floor by tossing them straight up the stair case, even though the stair case was round it worked. We also had to pass our dinner, which was salad in a cooking pan up the stairs. That worked too.
The black cat which was mine, but named Pixel, kept getting out because mother fuckers wouldn't shut the door. Lee ran after it at least 4 times and got it back inside. We had to carry it up the stairs with us.
I was making with someone (I will call him M) but I wanted to have sex with my fiance so we tried that instead. (M understood) My fiance came into his hand while getting his clothes off instead. This made me really disappointed, and HIM disappointed, so we decided it was OK for me to have sex with the other guy I know who was there. (M)
At the top of the stairs Brian, Melody, mom, and my two kids were there and we still had a long way to trek before reaching the top.
THE END.
This is my dream.... and although it didn't happen specifically in that order, I wrote it down this way when I woke up. I usually do NOT have this much detail in dreams, so I guess that's why I wrote it down. Weird.
