(10/2/06) shifting lucid mountain range; the deadly trick; friends back together

(Entered in paper dream journal at home in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I was in a nice house in a mountain town. The front wall was mostly windows, with thin, elegant wood "tracing" or "framing." It was a brisk day, with thin layers of snow in cirrus-like blankets over portions of ground. I looked into the distance, beyond clean buildings and tidy foothills, to a column of stone that looked magnificent.

I wished I could go there. But I felt some engagement was holding me back. But I told myself, No, you can go there! This is a dream. you don't have to stay here. Just go!

I felt awareness and the freshness of lucidity. I opened the door. The landscape kept shifting. I mainly focused on keeping calm and centered. At one moment the weather was rainy, at another it was sunny and cold with snow. At another it was grey and snowy.

The somewhat lonely street before the busy mountain town now became an almost suburban streeet. I tried to keep focus on the mountain town, the hills, and the column. But they got a little jangled.

A few people got in my way. I started running to get where I was going quickly, but then a young running couple cornered me into a limb of a hanging tree. I felt like I was constantly being detoured by these people. I had to get above it all.

In reaction (not conscious) I began flying. I was surprised, but I kept my awareness. I was intensely interested in reaching the column. But as I flew I saw the mountains change. Their tops would become buildings. Sometimes the entire mountain melted down to a tall building. Finally I saw the column's top transforming into a building. I couldn't bear to look.

My location shifted suddenly. I figured even if the column was no longer here I could explore. I landed on a wide hillside of wild bunch grass at the edge of a grove of white birch trees. It was a crisp, sunny day. There was frost on the ground.

Suddenly I was on a street in a suburban neighborhood. It feels like I was at the top of a hill. It was very dark -- night -- and maybe with no streetlights?

My friend R was in a car that was facing me. There was possibly a light on in the car. R said something like, "The dream is over." He handed me a thick document -- possibly mental instructions on the dream I should be having.

I took the document to get away from R. But I thought, No. This is a lucid dream. I should have more freedom than this!

I told myself to fly to a new location. I changed through the air, immediately finding myself cloaked in nothingness -- oblivion.

Suddenly I landed in front of R's car. R said, "See? There's no escape. The lucidity you had is over. Just take this dream and go on."

I got into the passenger seat and began to read the dream.

Dream 2

A show. A woman ("Lucille Ball") was put up by a man (her son?) to try and force a man under her responsibility somehow to sign something. He wouldn't sign.

So the son and her mother made a plan. The woman took the man to a high mountain and went sledding down it with him, to play some romantic game (the man was infatuated with the woman). She pretended to lose her balance on a steep portion of the mountain. Acting exaggeratedly romantically feminine, she rolled out of the sled ( and the rut or the track the sled was in), calling out to the man.

The mother planned for the man to roll out with her, partially to rescue her, but also partially because she'd thrown the sled off balance (on purpose) pretty strongly. The woman would roll around in the snow suggestively with the man, and at the high point of feigned seduction, coerce the man to agree to sign this notice.

But though the woman and the sled had fallen off the track or rut, the man had stayed in the rut. He had the feeling the woman was planning something, or at least that she had been faking something all along. The man was moving much slower down the rut without a sled. He was naked, muscular, and beautiful, with long hair and dark, rich, Native American skin.

Suddenly a male and female couple came rushing in their sled down this steep portion of the mountain. They had been sent by the "Lucille Ball" woman to attack the man if he didn't agree to sign the note.

The "Lucille Ball" woman felt a sharp pang of concern right before the sled struck the man. Would the man be killed?

The man and woman struck the man in the back and knocked him clean off the hillside. His back had been broken. Now he was plummeting down a cliff. He slammed face first to the ground below a waterfall. I knew he was dead. His body shuddered a few times and then relaxed.

I could tell the woman felt bad and wished she hadn't tried to trick the man into signing the note.

Dream 3

I sat with my friend R in an interesting hall -- very much like the sculpture hall at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. R told me he had finally stopped being angry at his ex-wife and my good friend C. He was inviting her to dinner. I could come as well.

I sat on steps in front of some kind of techie computer kiosk. I looked up the steps. I saw C with short hair and in a black dress. She seemed to be in much better shape than I'd thought she'd be. I stood and joined arms with her. We walked down the steps and down the hallway.

R was talking about how C was okay with R and R's new girlfriend L being together. I thought, Well, then it obviously won't make R feel jealous that C and I are locking arms. I felt proud and happy to have both of my old friends back.

(8/16/08) seeing old co-workers; yelling at walls

(Entered in paper journal at 8:28 AM at Flying Saucer cafe in Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I was in a big area like the second floor of a big warehouse building (or possibly like a big building in TriBeCa that had been converted into an artist's studio). It was like an event or presentation had just ended. Everybody was just milling around, talking with each other.

I saw someone who had worked at a company I had done temporary work for (and which later on became the company I was currently working for, at the time I entered this dream into my paper journal). I shook the man's hand and said hi.

Another man, a big man in a pea-colored polo shirt, walked up behind me and seemed to be annoyed with me, as if I were planning to do something annoying to him. But I recognized him, too -- also from the time I'd done temporary work. I tried to say something to calm the man's apprehension. But all I could say was the address where the three of us had worked.

Now I knew the man's name: BV. But I might have called him by the wrong name, a Russian name, because I thought he looked Russian. But now BV recognized me, too, and said, "Yeah, yeah, how are you doing." He smiled a little, more as if to say, "You can't be that surprised at our meeting, can you?"

Dream #2

It was daytime. I stood in my bedroom. People in the apartment next door and in the apartment above me started making a lot of noise. I got mad and started making lewd hand gestures toward and yelling obscenities at the wall and ceiling.

(2/21/09) addresses and numbers

(Entered at 7:55 AM on 2-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I was at a party (?) in a big ballroom. The walls and columns were white, and the room was dimly lit, as if by candles on a wall. I was bowed over a small table, my back to the mingling crowd. I was looking at a phone book, possibly trying to find my next destination.

My old friend R came up behind me, his face a little too close to the back of my neck. I could tell that R had been drinking.

I remembered having asked R here, as if we'd met again and I had asked him, by compulsion, if he'd like to come here. I had hoped R wouldn't take me up on my offer. It had gotten late, and I'd actually thought R wouldn't be coming here after all. But now that I was wrapping up here and getting ready to go to my next place, which was far more important to me, R had showed up here. Now he'd probably want to come with me to my next place as well.

I stepped away from the phone book. R said, in a slimy voice, like a stalker, but trying to sound funny, "You'd better watch out for those things, man. I hear they got addresses and numbers in 'em."