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Sooo, my dreaming mind has been seriously screwing w/me lately. A few days ago, I actually consciously felt me wake myself up from a dream, which is about as close to lucid dreaming as I've ever gotten.
I was dreaming that I was a Coroner investigating the murder of a man named William Trevino (which is vaguely familiar & I know I must've heard it on t.v. & sort of inserted it in a blank spot). Anyway, he'd been stabbed in the heart w/a small, thin object, like a long hat pin or an icepick. I never did see his face, but I did see his torso. There was blood in his rumpled bed, & on the floor. It was unclear whether he had fallen from the bed, tried to get up & fell, or been drug out of it by the assailant. There was a shadowy feeling that the "Trevino family" had mob ties. Their family estate was large & for some reason, we were there probably around 4am, & the house was full of shadows & dark corners.
So all of us investigators came into the living room to question the people who'd been home, and one of Will Trevino's female relatives looks at me & says, "Well, you slept with him last night. Didn't you see anything suspicious?" I swear, I felt my face flush in the dream as all my co-workers turned to stare at me. My waking mind whispered something like, "You might want to wake up now..." I looked down at my watch in the dream & stammered something to the effect of, "Uh, I just forgot, I have some appointments I've got to get to...." & then I was awake. Weirdness.
So then last night, I dreamt that Jeff drove me home from somewhere in the Oldsmobile. For some reason, he was wearing a pilot's uniform, but I don't think that's essential to the rest of the nightmare. Anyway, when we got the car in the garage (the garage floor was full of rocks & piles of carpeting that had to be navigated through like a bizarre junk-river) & got out, we started hugging & kissing, & I was telling him over & over again that I loved him. He asked me if I wanted another ride & I stepped back & told him, "Nah, it took you just as long as it takes Rob to get me home." We embraced again, & I asked if he wanted me to call him a Taxi, & he said no, he wanted to walk some things off.
I'm beginning to think that my subconscious mind is the dark alley.
I was dreaming that I was a Coroner investigating the murder of a man named William Trevino (which is vaguely familiar & I know I must've heard it on t.v. & sort of inserted it in a blank spot). Anyway, he'd been stabbed in the heart w/a small, thin object, like a long hat pin or an icepick. I never did see his face, but I did see his torso. There was blood in his rumpled bed, & on the floor. It was unclear whether he had fallen from the bed, tried to get up & fell, or been drug out of it by the assailant. There was a shadowy feeling that the "Trevino family" had mob ties. Their family estate was large & for some reason, we were there probably around 4am, & the house was full of shadows & dark corners.
So all of us investigators came into the living room to question the people who'd been home, and one of Will Trevino's female relatives looks at me & says, "Well, you slept with him last night. Didn't you see anything suspicious?" I swear, I felt my face flush in the dream as all my co-workers turned to stare at me. My waking mind whispered something like, "You might want to wake up now..." I looked down at my watch in the dream & stammered something to the effect of, "Uh, I just forgot, I have some appointments I've got to get to...." & then I was awake. Weirdness.
So then last night, I dreamt that Jeff drove me home from somewhere in the Oldsmobile. For some reason, he was wearing a pilot's uniform, but I don't think that's essential to the rest of the nightmare. Anyway, when we got the car in the garage (the garage floor was full of rocks & piles of carpeting that had to be navigated through like a bizarre junk-river) & got out, we started hugging & kissing, & I was telling him over & over again that I loved him. He asked me if I wanted another ride & I stepped back & told him, "Nah, it took you just as long as it takes Rob to get me home." We embraced again, & I asked if he wanted me to call him a Taxi, & he said no, he wanted to walk some things off.
I'm beginning to think that my subconscious mind is the dark alley.
