What I still remember from a very long dream:
I was being led (piratically dragged because he walked so quickly) by Charlie* through a large airport with glassed in areas. It was raining outside. I thought the rain looked neat.
We got to an information desk and he wanted to know when the flights out were. The desk staff girl told him three different times within the 9 a.m. hours. I wanted to explore the area, but Charlie seemed adamant about leaving on the first flight. However, it was delayed due to the weather.
There was later a vague scene about some poem I wrote in caps with a pencil.
I remember ending up in a rental car in some Russian city at night from doing the “Yes Man” trip, but internationally. I remember trying to read maps to find a hotel. I was stopped by some women in uniforms to check my ID. They accepted my U.S. driver license, but I was worried they’d want my passport and couldn’t remember where it was.
I remember looking through an inch thick hardback book of the dreams from this dream journal – unedited, though. Images were added to enhance it. I thought it was neat and planned to publish an edited one.
I looked out the window and noticed it was still dark at 7:42 a.m. It appeared as if the faintest light from the sun was showing. I questioned if I was dreaming and the dream became lucid. I was able to make it lighter outside.
I woke up with the same plans as I had today (after cancelling going to class) and my parents “came over.” (This was a large ship, so they were from another part.)
I had to hide around an alcove to get dressed and remember putting on jeans.
Later, half lucid, I went to my sleeping area that was closed up. The control panel on the bottom was neat and had a power button, but realized it was a coffee maker. I thought, “Great! My sleeping area probably smells like coffee.” I’m not a fan of that smell.
I found another power button on the left and an oval window opened. I expected a blue and white comfortable area, but I found that it was customizable and the last “view” was of plastic chairs on an auditorium stage. They were arranged as if there was an interview and the curtains behind them were maroon with ragged beige vertical lines.
Later, I changed it back to the white and blue “view” and had to get ready for a date with Charlie.
I remember dressing in a sparkly silver evening gown and he was dressed super nice as well. He came over to the sleeping area to pick me up and I thought it was awkward how to enter and exit the area, you have to climb in and out – kinda awkward with a dress on.
I don’t remember much after that except that the ship docked somewhere where we were able to get off and go to our destination.
* Name has been changed
I remember a dream that was like watching some TV drama. There were scenes and a full script.
The plot was about some girl that was ghostwriting for another person. She started to change her style and the author whose name was used started to get angry and lash out in front of fans.
The ghostwriter spoke with her about the different fans they’ve met and the last one she spoke about was some old guy who “only had one good show left in him.”
I remember going with my family to some pool that also had an outdoor section. I had a younger brother about 12 in the dream and I was a teenager. One of his friends came along.
I wanted to swim in the outdoor pool, but my mom didn’t want to.
There was a scene at the indoor pool where my younger brother had a bikini top and called them “boob sacks.” I laughed and asked, “What are the bottoms, a ‘Crotch Shield?'”
Later, my uncle (a younger, 1980s bearded version of him) showed up and hung out with my dad (his brother).
I only really remember two small scenes.
I remember being double parked near some brick building. There was a silver sedan.
Dwayne* was getting some weird spa treatment with what looked like curved plywood with wires covering him on some massage table. He was so happy about it and told me I should get the spa treatment, too.
* Name has been changed