Commune Living

Dreams 05.17.13
There were definitely three parts to the dream(s) from last night. I only remember the first two.

I was just waking up in a house, kind of a commune in London, with bff and a bunch of her friends. Everyone was waking up and some leaving the house right away. It felt like we were all supposed to get up to go get breakfast together.

The house was cramped, a row house with several levels. It is simplistic, just furniture, utilitarian, no wall hangings or pictures. I went into the kitchen or washroom to “get ready” except I just remember hazily looking at knick knacks on the shelves, in drawers. I distinctly remember finding many small toys, models, mostly action figures. Then there was a knock on the door and bff’s voice came through asking if I was ready. I rushed whatever I was doing, opened the door and left the house. As soon as I stepped outside I saw the vantage point from the top of the roof looking down at me and the rest of the gang leaving the house and heading down the street.

Next part I remember, I was at my desk in the office and the project manager kept coming over to my desk to get me to test bugs on our sites. She came over several times. There wasn’t anything memorable in this dream, just work and process. It wasn’t good, bad, happy, stressful – nothing. It just happened.

Flooded Crossroads Lead to a Bar Named Mecca

Dreams 05.16.13
I was walking my dog in a nice neighbourhood. There was someone else walking with us not sure who. It would make sense if it was husband but it wasn’t. It was someone bigger, taller and mostly I felt at ease.

Big trees lined the streets. The road was wide but quiet. We came across an intersecting road. We crossed the closer side. Then I stood in the median and watched myself cross the yield lane with the dog. The curvy yield lane was completely flooded by about 2 feet of water. It was like a slow river flowing past.

I watched out of my body as the dog led the way with me behind her, leash outstretched. She stepped into the river of a road, felt the water then hesitated. She turned her head back to look at me and saw me urging her on. Bravely she stepped in and emersed her whole body but her head. With her head poking out, I watched as we crossed. Then I saw us step into the empty parking lot across the road. I could see that on the far side of the lot there was a bar. I saw the guy who was with us catch up to me and the dog.

Then back in my body, in the bar. We stepped up to the bar counter. The guy with me talked to the bartender to get drinks. I sit on a bar stool and the dog settles underneath the lip of the bar counter. The bartender slides my drink in front of me and comments on how darling my dog is. I smiled, thanked him, took a sip of my beer and looked around the bar. It was kind of a super casual dining place where a lot of locals just came to hang. Plus they let my dog in to chill! I was pleased.

Then I don’t know where the guy who came in with us went but I guess I was waiting for my friends m+m. IRL, we have plans to meet up in the next couple weeks. I guess I was thinking of them.

We didn’t have a whole lot to say to each other. We grabbed more drinks, I specifically remember ordering a whiskey with coke and even after the words came out of my mouth I thought it was weird. We slipped behind the bar counter to the back room and chilled out on a couch there. Now it felt like we were just in their apartment. We were watching an old TV mounted into the corner of the ceiling. We weren’t really watching but we chatted.

The conversation warmed up eventually and I think I told them briefly of my situation but specifically refused to say much more. Then I thought to myself how nice it was to just see friends and catch up. It’s been so long I didn’t even remember what hanging out normally with friends felt like.

Rip N’ Roll

Dreams 05.15.13
The only bit I recall from last night’s dream is so boring. I was ripping thin, foamy double sided clothing tape off a roll in an attempt to tape up the hems of my pants legs. You know how double sided tape has the tape side and then the more plastic side that covers the adhesive of one side. I wasn’t able to rip the plasticky side, just end up twisting and warping the edges. I do end up ripping it off, but not cleanly or neatly. That really annoyed me. Such a simple skill that I always had trouble with and once upon a time in real life it was essential to my day job. It was something I got over and “mastered” and now I can’t rip tape cleanly, not even in dreams. It frustrated me quite a bit.

When I woke up I heard the sounds of a thunderstorm and rain pouring down on the roof of the house. I ended up folding up the hems off my jeans today. I wonder if hearing the sounds of rain triggered the content of the dream.

Snow Trek in the Mountains and the Dreamy Grind

Dreams 05.14.13
It was night and windy. I was on a snow covered ledge on a mountain. In front of me were two peaks and a wide pass, to the right, a ledge joined up with the front of one peak. Off the ledge there was just snow, fog and darkness. It was a long drop down.

I knew I had to cross the ledge to get to the edge of the peak. There I would, should, find the entrance to a cave. In my head, I remembered voices from someone unknown warning me that each step on this ledge could be treacherous. The entire ledge was an ice sheet. I would need to dig in slightly with my cleats and the snow/ice walking tool in order to get a proper foot hold so the wind didn’t blow me right off the cliff. Digging just a touch too deep would result in the entire ice sheet crackling and splitting off from the rest to the mountain. I gripped the tool in my right hand determined to move on. The tool was strangely like an electric razor.

I crouched low, touched the tool to the snow covered ice and began to walk forward. As I moved forward one step at a time, I heard the sound of the tool scraping at the ice underneath. My body was bundled up in warm but light clothing. Aside from the scraping of my cleats and the tool, I barely heard the wind whistling through the mountain.

Finally I reached the part where the peak met ledge and I found a small crevice that I could fit under. I tucked myself in, conformed my body to the natural shape of the rock to take shelter from the wind. Looking out, back at the ledge I had crossed, I could barely see my tracks as the snow and wind had covered most of it already. I felt along the crevice and followed the rock which seemed to open up until I found a concave part, which then opened up to a larger hole. Alas, I had found my cave entrance.

Turning the corner into the entrance of the cave, I was met with total darkness. I couldn’t tell whether there was actually an opening there because the light played tricks on my eyes. Part of the darkness in front me seemed to glisten as if I was actually faced with a wet rock wall. I fumbled around for my flashlight and pushed the spongy dome button to turn it on. What I saw was actually a dark cave opening in front of me and a door to the right. I had not expected this door but knew instinctively that I was supposed to go through the cave. However, since I was here I should try the door as well to see where it led.

I turned the handle and it moved! So I pushed it open and entered the room beyond. Within a few steps, sensored lights flickered on from several sides. I was standing inside a public washroom built right into the cave. To my left were sinks and to my right were stalls. At that moment, realizing I had been bundled up for hours in my gear, I suddenly had the urge to pee. I made my way to the at all and just before I got to it, threw my waist pack on the floor and wiggled out of my upper jacket which ended up on the floor as well. As soon as I sat on the toilet seat, I relieved myself with a sigh.

To my horror, I saw that the toilet had a leak and the trail of urine slowly trickled down slope towards the drain in the floor, just beyond my pile of bags and clothes! I panicked and tried to finish while swiping my legs in front, under the stall wall, trying to kick my stuff out of the way. A few swipes and the pile was just out of reach. It would not do if my jacket became urine soaked. I could wash it right here in the washroom but I would have no way to dry it. I could not go out into the cols, bundled in wet clothes. My only other option was to wait for it to dry but that would seriously delay my journey.

Then I heard noises, people coming through the door. I jumped at the sound and managed to actually kick my pile of stuff just out of the urine’s path towards the drain hole. Then I stayed quiet as I heard the 3-4 people enter the main room of the washroom. There was definitely 1 girl and a couple of guys, maybe another girl. I saw their feet stop in front of the drain. One of the guys, the one who stopped on front of the drain looked a the wet liquid seeping into the drain and noticed my pile of stuff on the floor. He said something like, “What do we have here?” The others distracted him, not caring what he was puzzling out, obviously suspecting another person, me, in this washroom. Then they left. I never saw their faces but I got the feeling that they would have been upset if they found me, I definitely did not want to be found.

I came out of the stall, picked up my stuff, bundled myself up again and went on my way.

Then I was in the office, talking to someone on the sales team. We started looking at work documents. She told me how much she liked it the way it was before a certain date when someone else who no longer works here managed the file. I told her I have no idea what she was referring to. I said I needed to go find an archive of the old file in order to know what exactly she liked about it. She kind of stopped paying attention to me and walked off. Then I just remember feeling chained to my desk with monitor tunnel vision. Get everything seemed to have a pastely color scheme. It was dreamy and unreal.

Tedious Work

Dreams 05.13.13
Gah the snooze is really destroying my recall. Why can’t night time me and morning me just agree on a time to wake up?

I think I dreamt that I was working on the tedious part of this project I am responsible for at work. Line by line, staring at a computer, a set sequence of button clicks, settings checks, etc. for hundred of items.

Aside from that I can’t remember anything. I feel like whatever happened in the dream is just on the tip of my tongue. It’s so frustrating.

The Secret Club and Almost Lucid

Dreams 05.12.13
I got off a tour bus and met with bff, another friend of hers and the tall drink on a street corner. It was the first time I had seen either of them since my trip to London (so I guess I am in London in the dream). I was very happy and relieved to see them but I was feeling frantic and anxious. I was smiley and happy but I could feel it as the greeting came out of my mouth that it was in a less than warm manner. We were standing in a circle. I stepped back after my realization. Bff continued talking across the circle to the other friend, making plans for how we would go where we wanted to. The tall drink and my eyes met and we held each other’s gaze for a second. Then I just stepped forward and gave him tight squeeze. I said in a low voice, “I’m sorry I didn’t say hello better. I was nervous and anxious. I didn’t know what to expect and what was expected of me.” I felt the hug returned and my body heaved a sigh of relief. Then I whispered a muffled “I missed you” into his coat and I heard the sentiment returned in my left ear.

We dispersed ourselves and bff and the other friend just kind of stood there not knowing what to say. Then one of us said, “Alright let’s get on with it then!” And we headed off to our destination for the night. We arrived in front of a door where there was a short line up which moved along quickly. Bff walked on first and led us past the line. The door man nodded to us and did a quick headcount. Inside there was a stairway to the left with a very temporary paper sign that said “Restaurant”. To the right was a staircase down to the sub level with a similar sign that said “Bar”.  Actually I don’t remember if it said bar now, I’ll explain why in a bit. I tried to remember two days worth of recalls this morning.

When we got down to the sub level, there was another plain door, a spot light overhead, another doorman searching people, feeling through their pockets, etc. They did it quickly for our group, bff was still first, I just went second. At that point, we were walking along through the place pretty quickly I didn’t know if the other two in our group were still with us. Now this part is hazy. I don’t know if what we walked through was a bar or an underground casino. We weaved through different stair cases upwards to a “hidden” floor where the “hidden” bar/casino was located.  Then we climbed some odd-height stairs. At the top was one of those Japanese sliding screen doors. Bff slid it open and our group walked through and slid it closed behind. We were now in a Japanese restaurant. We walked through it to exit and as we passed by tables I could hear one of the patrons say, “I knew there was a secret bar/casino here somewhere! I could never find the hidden entrance!  But look (random female name insert here) these people just came from there!”

What happened after the secret casino/bar? I don’t know for sure.

I remember another part of that night. I went “home” to were bff and her husband lives. No one else was home yet. I suppose bff’s husband had work and bff was just out. I was going to go out as well, not sure if I had a plan where but I was looking through, gathering all my hanging laundry, trying to figure out what to wear. Then I was frantically looking for my phone everywhere and I heard bff come in through the door. She told me she was going to wrestling that night.  She saw me turning everything in the room upside down and asked what I was doing. I told her I lost my phone. Then I thinkg I woke up to real life or half woke up and was still panicking about my lost phone. That’s when I realized as I lay still on the bed half in dream, half awake…wait, if I am awake, or rather, when I wake up my phone will be right beside the bed exactly where I left it, there’s no need to panick. And I stopped worrying. I probably couldn’t gone lucid right then but instead I think I actually opened my eyes to look at the clock and woke up.

Then what happened with the phone dawned on me so I thought maybe if I closed my eyes again, I could will myself back into another portion of the dream.  Maybe go back to before we went to the restaurant/secret club and I could see the tall drink again. Instead I just fell asleep for another 45 minutes past when I should’ve woken up.  I know I dreamt some thing in that time too, which I remembered more than an hour ago.  However, since then I’ve recalled two full dreams, did some laundry, ate some breakfast and painted my nails.  Whatever happened in those 45 minutes of dreaming is long gone.

Messy Bachelors and A Meeting by Instinct

Dreams 05.11.13
I was just arriving at a newly opened pub with 3 male friends, attending a semi bachelor party. I can remember very distinctly what the bar, the floor and the quality of the light in there looked like but I’m not so good with wordy descriptions.  (Well, I can be wordy but not sure how well it really conveys the idea.) One of the friends I was with was the groom and as soon as we stepped foot in the bar one of the other guys I was with tools me to make sure he was okay. The groom seemed to be pissed drunk already though as one of the other buddies was already propping him up. I tapped the groom on the shoulder as him and the other buddy were looking the other way. They turned towards my direction and the groom projectile vomited on the nicely oiled green leather shoes of the third friend beside me. The guys all laughed but I just thought, what a shame for the guy’s shoes.

Then the four of us were in a taxi. I suppose we were on the way to someone’s house to continue the festivities in a more relaxed environment for the groom. It was broad daylight, sometime in the afternoon. The town we were driving through looked quiet. It had a small town in Europe feel. The 3 guys and were all being rowdy and the taxi driver just kind of ignored them.  I sat in the rear driver side seat, just staring out the window watching the scenery go by, observing everything.  Then I noticed that we were turning down a familiar looking street.  Now we entered an area that had tall apartment buildings like the ones in apartment communities in Hong Kong.  Just as we made another turn down a street, I told the driver to stop here to let me out.  The 3 guys barely noticed what was going on until I was halfway out the door.  The more sober one in the front passenger seat asked me what was going on. I told them to go on ahead, I needed to make a stop here for something.  I couldn’t possibly have been more vague.

The taxi drove off behind me and I looked up at the tall building in front of me, the gates to the apartment complex inside closed. I began to walk towards it when someone to my left rear called my name.  It was my cousin who lives in Hong Kong. I was pleasantly surprised to see her but also startled. I didn’t expect to have to socialize with family at the moment. We went through the usual song and dance of “Oh we should get together soon!” and “Yes that would be lovely!” Except she threw a monkey wrench at me and asked if I wanted to just sit and have tea now. I was completely caught off guard. I knew I had arrived at this building for some purpose. Some instinct told me to stop here but I didn’t yet know what. I really would’ve preferred to finish this little adventure today, or at least continue it until I had more information. Then my cousin said, “I just live right here, you should just come up for a bit!” And before I even decided to do so, I found myself sheepishly following her through the gates.