Last entry for November

Well, I didn't have a driving dream last night. In fact, just the opposite. I dreamed I was in my old neighborhood, running towards home. I noticed my steps were very floaty, like I could cross much more area than usual with each one. I played around with the effect a little, trying to stretch each step out even further and make it so I was floating even farther than before. I saw a little girl at the corner of Lohnes and Leonard (or Pitt) Road, doing the same thing.

This is a departure for me, usually in my dreams when I am trying to walk or run it is a big ordeal, I struggle and labor and can never seem to get very far. But in this dream, I just wanted to play with the effect and Run and Run for a long time.

Eventually I found myself at the top of Ridgefield and I was no longer running. I was now in some contraption similar to a tricycle or wheelchair. With each push of the wheel, I was coasting and soaring down the road just as I had when I was running. But I realized I had very little control over steering this contraption when it made a funny turn right into my first boyfriend Joel B's driveway. I said Shit! Shit! because I really didn't want to be in his driveway. Also I was afraid I might hit his parents' cars, which hadn't been there a moment before when I rolled by the first time. Joel won't accept my friend request on Facebook, which is part of the reason I didn't want to get caught in his driveway. The other thing was, I didn't want to hit his parents' cars, and I knew I had very little control over the wheelchair I was driving.

I got out of their driveway and proceeded to roll backwards towards my house, again with each spin of the tires taking me much further, much faster than expected. In front of their next door neighbor's house (where Vijay lived when we were growing up) an Indian man was also riding in a wheelchair and I felt bad because I knew he assumed I was in mine by necessity and not just for the fun of it.

He and I rolled together all the way down Ridgefield until we got to Donna and I said, ok, this is my stop and rolled up the driveway to where my waiting family was.

My sister Laurie was standing outside the front door and she said, "I've been trying to REACH you!" with a lot of emphasis on the word reach. Then she said, haven't you been calling me again with a strong, somewhat sarcastic emphasis on the word calling. Apparently we had made some sort of agreement to try using telepathy with one another.

Now, I had gone to sleep like I said in my last blog with the plan of noticing when I was driving in the car, noticing that it was just like "that dream I always have" and trying to become lucid. I did not expect a running or rolling dream, but next time I will be prepared for it. It seemed like a perfect opening to become lucid, especially because the distance I was covering with each step was so vastly different from when I dream I can hardly move or take a step, each step is painfully laborious and slow.

The only other thing I remember was before the running and rolling. I was on a ship and Little Scott was there with his wife Megan. She had cut off a lot of her hair and it was a pretty shade of blond. It looked in great condition even though I didn't like the shorter length. But Little Scott sure seemed to like it, he was doting on her and looking at her very adoringly. It made me happy for them both.

Oh yes, one other thing, something about being at the beach and playing in the water with some kids.
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November Dream Journal (cont'd further still)

Not much to report lately although this afternoon I laid down around 1:45 knowing I had three hours until Paul came home from work at which time we were driving down to Abington to pick up his new car (2010 Nissan Versa with 16,000 miles on it, still under original warranty). The only part of my dream I can remember is right before I woke up, my parents had come home from being somewhere and I gave my mother a huge hug and she kissed me very dearly, and I said something like, "Oh, ok, I haven't seen him in a while, I guess I can go hug Dad too."

I feel as though I'm on the verge of having a lucid dream though. Because lately I've started the practice of asking myself if I'm dreaming or awake, particularly when I'm driving in the car. The reason is, I often dream of taking a corner too wide or too fast on the highway when I'm dreaming, and the last few times I've had this dream, I've said to myself, "This is just like in that dream I always have!" but don't have the presence of mind to ask if I'm dreaming or awake. It seems like it should be the next question, and now that I've started the daily practice of asking, hopefully it will become a "habitual ritual" (as Bashar likes to say) to where I start asking it in the dream.

Hopefully I will become lucid very soon and have a very exciting entry to blog.

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November Dream Journal (cont'd further)

I dreamed I lost my job and had to clean out my area (this actually happened in real life a week and a half ago on November 12th). I came back from lunch at what I thought was twenty of 3, but when I looked at the clock again, it was actually 4:00 and I had one hour to clean out my stuff and leave. And I knew if I got finished early, I could leave early. Cleaning out my area took a really long time. I had a lot of drawers and a lot of stuff: short drinking glasses, earrings, silverware, food (a lot of food including ice cream!) clothes, stuff hanging on the wall and so on. At one point, someone tried helping me and he brought over a wastebasket with some stuff in it, including belly dancing costumes. I said, thanks, is that stuff or is it trash? He said, it's trash. At that point I got angry. I said, "you don't have the authority to make such decisions for me, Todd! (or his name might have been Sean) That's a belly-dancing costume! I might need that some day!
At one point the dream morphed from cleaning out my area at work to cleaning out my room at my boyfriend Michael Kramer's house. I was bitter, angry with his parents for kicking me out, and felt defiant, knowing that we were going to continue seeing each other, even though I couldn't live with them any more. Michael was helping me, then disappeared, then I could see him again down the street and it looked like he was on his way to help me some more. But when he got to the bottom of the hill, it appeared he was turning right to head towards the liquor store. I became deflated. Then he stopped and took his pants off. He was wearing yellow underwear. Apparently he changed into his underwear because he was going to do some calisthenics along with two other pairs of people who showed up and were doing stretching exercises on a towel or blanket on the grass.
Another thing I remember, is there was some ice cream, and for some reason I had taken it out of the freezer and sat it on the counter. It was in a really strangely shaped triangular container with the ice cream hanging down from the top like a swing. It's hard to describe. But I had taken it out to let it get soft, and then I realized I better start eating it or else it would get too melty. Also something about being down the street, thinking I could just take that van back, and when I got down the street to where the van was parked, it had disappeared! So I needed to walk All the Way back, which was about a block. It seemed to take FOREVER!
One other thing, after I had come back from lunch at twenty of three, there were a bunch of leftovers in the caf including Ritz crackers and some kind of white cheddar popcorn, generic, not Smart Food. I helped myself to some of it and it turned out to be coated with something sweet and had some kind of nuts in there, so it was more like Poppycock.
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November Dream Journal (cont'd)

Blaine made an appearance in my dream again last night. I was in MD for a family function and quickly came home to Framingham before the evening festivities because I forgot a few things. Before we left, I had parked Mike Rosen's car in my parents' driveway for the weekend. When we got home unexpectedly, a tow truck driver had hooked it up to his truck and was about to haul it away. I noticed that my friend (I think it was Andrea) who had moved Mike's car to my parents' driveway had left his window mostly open and his door unlocked. I said, "why are you towing that car out of my driveway? My friend can't leave it here for two days?" And the tow truck driver said, "No, he can. I'm not taking it" and he unhooked it from his rig. As I was standing in the driveway having this conversation with him, Blaine came walking over from next door. It took me a moment to recognize him - at first I thought he was David W. from SS. But when he got up close to me I recognized him and gave him a huge hug and didn't want to let go. I said, "You're here again on business?" and he said, "well I was in Kansas City MO so I thought it was close enough to stop by" (somewhat unrealistic in real life but it made perfect sense in the dream). I was still hugging him when I told the tow truck driver, and one other worker-type person who was there, "You guys have to leave now. I don't have much time and I want to spend it with my friend who is here from out of town."
The rest of the dream is not as clear as what I've already relayed. I needed to grab a few items for the party that night, I was going dressed as a belly dancer. I asked my sisters, "do you think I need a veil? I think I need a veil. Hang on while I run back in and get one" but it wasn't where I expected it to be so I gave up on it. At one point, Blaine and I were naked in bed, still hugging, but that didn't seem to last too long. The last thing I remember, I went into the guest room, and my sister Karen and one of her sons were sleeping on the twin beds. I went in there to pee, sat down on the toilet, and because of the way the toilet was shaped, my pee went spraying across the floor instead of down into the bowl. I said, what's wrong with this toilet, does it do this to everybody? There was a towel on a pile of clothes directly in front of me, and the pee was landing on the towel, so I sort of thought it had been placed there for that reason.
One other thing, when it was time for Blaine to go, I was telling him he needed to leave, but he had set up some electronic equipment on the dining room table because he was planning on giving my PC a tuneup. I said "What's that?" and he answered "That's my Rabbit" or he may have said Wabbit. I said, oh, if you're going to fix my computer, then I guess you can stay a little longer.

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I think I remember so much of this dream because I woke up naturally from it. The next dream I had this morning, after going back to bed, I cannot recall because I was awoken by a ringing phone. Maybe it will start coming to me throughout the day, I've been known to have that happen. I'll come back here to log it if it does.
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November Dream Journal

My recall has been really crappy lately. I haven't come over here to log anything because it's only been bits and pieces. But I suppose bits and pieces are better than nothing, so here goes...

Last night I dreamed I was in a movie theater with some friends or colleagues. I told them I couldn't stay because John Travolta and I had plans and before they even had a chance to verbally express their obvious disbelief, he walked up the aisle straight towards me, and I had just enough time to nod my head to my friends and say "See?, John Travolta" before jumping up out of my chair to give him a big hug. He was wearing a deep purple shirt and possibly a tie, and he was younger (and therefore thinner) than he is in real life.

Prior to that, there was something about a girl with short blond hair, possibly someone I worked with in the dream. Something about an elevator to the fourth floor, she had just come out of it as I was going in. Before I got in the elevator, I heard her say congratulations to an old woman walking away from the elevator doors. There was also something about her purse. Her purse at first appeared to be identical to mine. I was going to ask her if she had the same problem I do with the little lock on the front section (in real life there is no section on my purse with a little lock, on the front or otherwise) and then I realized hers was not exactly like mine, as hers did not have that locked front section. Plus hers had some brown trim and mine is cream or ivory colored all the way through, no trim.

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