Dream ReportOctober 18, 2024By Melvin
Vivid. A moment of lucidity. I'm in some small city, not identified, surrounded by mountains. Not glaciated, but very rough, very steep, no vegetation at all. Just brown rock and dirt. Mary Roberts and I go to a performance in a fairly good sized performance hall. Everyone is dressed elegantly. It all seems very 1950's somehow. I lose track of Mary during the intermission and sit by myself for the second half. I'm surrounded by very talkative women. At one point I'm so exasperated I half stand up and bleat, Tell me again why I sat here? This makes a slight impression on them for at most three seconds, and they go back to yakking.
When the performance is over I leave the hall. I find my way back to Mary's house. She's not there at first, but then does come home. I try to ask her what happened, how we got separated, but get no clear answer. She's very involved with a couple other people and something she's doing. Forgotten bits.
At a couple points I fly. I rise straight up to get a view of the city. Office blocks, five or seven stories, clad in terracotta tile. Not so very ornate, but decorated as buildings might have been 100+ years ago. I try my best to see everything that I can. The floating is not difficult here.
At Mary's house before she comes home, a side table that has magazines, pamphlets, papers on it. I'm bored so I start looking at them. By the time I finish looking at them I'd completely rearranged the piles. I worry that this might annoy her.
At another point I'm sitting at another table with a small group of women - different women than in the performance hall. I start to float upwards. One of the women looks at me in astonishment as I rise. The floating requires a lot of effort. I get about ten feet above the table and can rise no further.
At various times it's night, and at other times it's daytime. When I get out of the theater it's light out. I take my phone out of my pocket. It's exactly the same shape and style as my real phone, but it's black instead of red. The keys are grey instead of black. I look at it and think, uh-oh. I'm aware that this is not how my phone really looks, and that if it looks like that, it means I'm dreaming. Doesn't feel at all like a dream, but I conclude it must be a dream. But this awareness changes nothing.I open the phone to use it. The screen is larger than my real phone, and displays a bunch of junk. I can't use it.Note#3246
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