Dream Journal - 09/20/04

I am attending a buffet dinner for other people that were in my high school class 20 years ago. I already had my 20th reunion, and this dinner was for people who couldn't attend the first one.

As I'm going through the line, in front of me is this girl: Call her Terry. I (still) haven't seen her since graduation, and in the previous dream she looked exactly like she did when she was 18. This time, I don't recognize her (or I recognize her but for some reason am reticent to speak to her). She turns around as I get in the line and says something like, "******* [my last name, which she called me], do you remember me?." I look down at her (she's shorter than I am) and her hair looks much the same but, she's black. Or has a very, very, very dark tan. I'm put off by this (simply because she's not black in RL), and make small talk with her for a few moments as we go through the line.

Now, in normal folks looking to begin Lucid Dreaming, wouldn't this be an obvious "unreality" sign that they should use to tell themselves they're dreaming? Occasionally I get those images but either I'm enjoying my dream so much I don't want to wake up, or it just seems so natural I don't consider that I might be dreaming. Anyway, onward...

As I get my food and look for someplace to sit I see a woman with fiery red hair sitting at a table nearby. I think it's my best friend from high school (who I haven't seen for like, maybe 10-12 years) but again I am afraid to go and talk to her.

Eventually she comes up to me - call her Cathy.

Cathy and I had an interesting relationship in school. We were what you might call best buds, though we never "went out". She had an occasional boyfriend through school, but we hung out together all the time. She and I were in band and choir together so that was the basis of our friendship. I feel I probably should've invited her to the prom when we were seniors, but I was in love with her at the time (who was going with another guy) so I never asked Cathy, and ended up not even going. I don't think she went, either. I feel like, in retrospect, she probably wanted me to ask her. Needless to say, I probably have some unresolved issues with her.

What happens next is a little fuzzy, but eventually Cathy and I end up walking around outside down the street. The street is familiar to me - it's one we used to ride on together in the part of town where we grew up. In fact, it's the main road that connected the main neighborhoods where we both lived.

That's interesting - I didn't make out the significance of what street we were walking on till now.

We just walked and chatted with each other, I don't recall what it was about but the mood was reflective and meloncholy. I assume she looked much like she did in High School.

Eventually we end up laying in the grass on the side of the road, looking up at the sky and talking. I soon realize she is gone. I get up and look around for her, but she's disappeared.

I walk back to (what I thought was) the restaurant where the buffet dinner was being held, but it turns out to be her home. This home, however, is not the house she grew up in. It has a long, open living room and she and her mother are sitting on the couch watching TV. I come in and ask where she went, but she doesn't want to tell me.

I tell her I'm going back to the dinner, and try to leave out the back door. The first door I try leads to the garage, so I back up and try another door. I go out in the back yard and start walking.

From this point on the memories are garbled..

I'm walking in the grass behind the house, and come upon a ballfield. There's an outdoor volleyball court down a hill from where I'm walking, and some people invite me to play. I have to climb down over a wall to get into the court.

That's the end, as far as I can remember. If something further occurs to me, I'll post it.

One more thing: either before any of the dream started, or more likely concurrently. I dreamed when I was at the dinner, I was watching TV and saw Trapper John from the TV show M*A*S*H. He was working on a patient, and was presently joined by B.J. Honeycutt, the doctor that replaced him. I remember hearing an announcer on TV say this was the only episode where they appeared together. In reality, they never appeared together.

I've often considered my personality and style as very similar to B.J. I don't know if that's significant or not.

Dream Journal - 09/18/20

I dreamed I was in a play. It seemed to be a professional production, but it was in a small theatre. I was the lead, and seemed to perform (acting and singing) above my normal capabilities. In other words, I was great :)

UPDATE: I remembered later that there was a very nice-looking young woman in the play with me. I was attracted to her, and we were becoming friends but I can't figure out why I didn't ask her out in the dream...

I do act and sing on stage in real life. I believe I am pretty good, but this guy in my dreams who was me was excellent.

Chalk Zone

(from a comment I started on John's site, where I was expressing my jealousy of his dream recall ability)

I don't even recall those kind of details immediately on waking. It's like whatever I was dreaming about is immediately erased upon waking.

You know, say you draw a huge mural on a chalkboard. Then you take a big eraser and suddenly erase the whole thing as quickly as you can. When you're done, inevitably there are a couple of chalk marks left behind here and there, unrelated.

Those little chalk marks are what I recall on waking most of the time, if at all. If I'm extremely lucky, I'll remember enough to post one of my usual entries I've done online here. If I'm somewhat lucky, I'll remember a little chalk mark. Like last night:

All I remember when I woke is I was either watching or performing in a production of "Into the Woods".

That's the little Chalk Mark of the Day.

Dream Journal - 09/12/04

I'm working in a some kind of technical office in a fairly large complex (again). I can't tell if I'm in a high-rise (since I've never worked in one) but I wouldn't be surprised if I were. All I remember is I come to work and sit at my desk that's with a group of other workers out in the open, and being (playfully) chastised by my co-workers for not wearing a white shirt on White Shirt day. I look down and my shirt is orange. I remember it was White Shirt day, but forgot to wear one.

This snippit-and-that's-all dream recall is for the birds. I want a real dream, dangit, not these two minute teasers.

Dream Journal - 09/11/04

I dreamed I had come from out of town to coach a small-town baseball or soccer team. I recall walking with some of the team members around the downtown area and went into one store in particular. I don't recall anything about it, only that we spent some time there.

The town was almost Mayberry-esque, almost an old west (but fairly modern) feel.

There may be more - I wrote the dream impressions down just as I woke up, but I've misplaced the paper. When I find it, and if there was more, I'll edit.

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Dream Journal - 09/03/04

I dreamed about "her" again (old friend from here and here). I remember nothing at all about the dream, only that she was in it.

What does that mean? Obviously my subconscious is trying to teach me something by using her personality or situation, but I don't know what it is.

Dream Journal - 09/02/04

I was at school at a University. I remember walking to class somewhere in a very big quad of several buildings.

I recall realizing I had a volleyball class with all girls.... :) Then I realized I had brought no clothes to change into for volleyball so I went home to get some.

Home (in the dream) was my house where I grew up, and my brother was there - in some kind of military uniform. I remember looking for some clothes to wear to play volleyball when I woke up.

This school/university has appeared in various permutations several times in my dreams over the years, I believe.

My brother was never in the military.

The house where I grew up seems to figure prominently in some dreams, as well.