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I was on some kind of beach film set. Neil deGrasse Tyson was there and I assumed he had just wrapped up filming a bit for Cosmos because he was celebrating with wine. Zooey Deschanel was also there along with Louie CK, my ex Dee and a couple other studio people. Neil poured me some wine which was slightly tannish in color. I had some but I went out through the production room, which had a glass window looking out on the set, to use the bathroom and when I came back out I forgot my glass of wine in the production room. When I rejoined the group I lit up a cigarette while they were passing around a beer, some kind of unidentifiable craft brew or homebrew. Neil said it was special and passed it over to me on a saucer. I smelled it and then took a large swig. Neil said, "Woah woah woah, not so much!" It seemed more out of concern than anger though. I gave it to him but he handed me the saucer back with some spilled beer on it and said, "Well you drank that much, might as well take care of this. Waste not, want not." I drank it.
I abruptly woke up on a foldout couch in a nook of the set with no memory of how I got there and figured I blacked out. I felt hung over like I'd drank a ton. The more I thought about it the more certain I was that a lot went down after I drank The Beer but I couldn't remember. There was another couch next to mine and I saw movement beneath the cushions so I patted it a little and said, "Hello?" Zooey popped up and said, "...yes?"
"Why are you sleeping beneath the cushions?"
"It's comfortable, you should try it."
"Yeah, but I don't want to get sat on."
"That would freak someone out, it'd be funny."
"Or we could lean into the corners head-first and stiff as a board and wait for people. Actually, that would be really creepy."
It was silent for a moment because we were both imagining it and then we erupted into laughter. The noise brought my ex and Louie out from where they were asleep on the beach part of the set and we were all laying around on the couches, joking, talking about whatever. Zooey was rambunctious and child-like, laughing loudly, laying on all of us with no regard, jumping on the couches, just being the Manic Pixie Dream Girl I picture her to be in real life. She seemed like she was into me but she was really hard to read. Her and I walked over to the window that would allow us to see into the production room if it weren't dark so she flicked on the light and staring back at us like deer in headlights were a male and female member of the production crew. She turned it off and then back on as if to make sure they wouldn't disappear and they were still there, frozen, staring at us. She said, "Well what have we here?"
The dream cut and it appeared as though we had blackmailed the two crew members into giving us free reign in the studio because they were recording Louie in a sound room, sitting on a couch, just riffing and improvising jokes and stories. I went into the production room with them and found my glass of wine still mostly full and thought, "Whaaaaat... is that all I drank out of it? There must have been something else in that beer." Louie and my ex came into the room just as Zoeey walked by us with no pants on her way to the bathroom. Louie said, "God, she's so hot and free-spirited. She's walking around in her underwear. I mean, her poonani's hanging out of them for all to see." Silence for a moment. I said, "So... who's going in after her?" More silence while the three of us stared at each other. I said, "All of us, I guess."
I guess if I drink one homebrew, two Coors Lights and a tall glass of chianti this is what happens.
I woke up with my ear leaking fluid of some kind. Slightly disconcerting.
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(DAY) I'm in a car with my friend Eric driving to his house with a bunch of goods for a party; beer, cigarettes, pizza, weed. We arrive and hang out in his basement for a while before people begin arriving and with the crowd, my ex Kaleigh. I just sort of avoid her in subtle ways and float around the party until I notice she has a hold of my dream journal (the one by my bed that I have in real life). I'm paralyzed at first until I see a page where I wrote about a dream I had with her in it and I grab it from her. She looks pissed and I say, "I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't mean to grab it so rudely, but there's things in here you don't need to read, things that don't matter anymore." On her way rushing out the door she tells me to come outside across the street to talk to her if I have any hope of ever getting back together with her. After a minute or two of distraction I go outside to find that the entire yard has become a wet mud-pit, which I immediately slip and fall in. The mud soaks into my pants ruining my dreamjournal so I tried to brush myself off, noticing the feeling of mud between fingers, and put the book in Eric's car. I look to where Kaleigh is across the way looking fed up, throwing her hands in the air and checking her watch. It's the suburbs, and I walk to a parking lot across the street where she's with two young guys who are smoking weed. They offer me a hit and I take it, then Kaleigh and I started walking in a direction leaving them behind.
We seemed to get pretty tight during the walk and it felt as if nothing was different than it was when we used to hang out at first and things were relaxed, goofy and jovial. I don't remember the exact content of our conversation but it was very understanding, forgiving and reciprocal. By the end of the walk we were pushing each other around and laughing until we got back to the party.
We floated around the party as a dynamic duo though I wasn't sure exactly where it was going. I found a fancy fur coat somewhere in the house, put it on and announced to her, "Your king has arrived!" in an epic, boisterous voice. She laughed, and then hugged me. One of those good 30-second hugs you don't want to ever end. I remember feeling her love through the hug, knowing I had her again.
I had 60mg of Adderall yesterday along with a lot of beer so all things considered this was a very conventional dream. Still, why I have regular dreams (and have for years) about a girl I dated for a few months four years ago and haven't seen since is a mystery to me. It might be because I've always obtained some sort of closure with ex's and never long after a breakup but with her I wasn't in a mental place where I was even capable of that closure, and it took a long time to reach that place due to many extenuating circumstances. And now it's been too long. We could easily get in touch with each other but I suspect our relationship as it was is probably inconsequential to her at this point. Suffice it to say, the whole thing is probably digging at my subconscious and my dreams offer equal parts closure and torture.
I woke up and jotted this down shorthand, then went back to sleep until 2 PM. The dreams that followed were more of what I'd expect them to be like given the circumstances, which is to say they were as if I had ADD.
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Hanging out in a three-floor building, friends abound just doing their own thing. I decide to go to sleep on my bed, which is a mattress on the floor. I go into a dream where everyone's sleeping around me but I'm aware that I'm dreaming. I can hear my thoughts almost as if it's a voice outside my body, as if I'm giving instruction from the dream above. "Let's go downstairs to the basement." It's dark down there, can't see much. "Imagine light bulbs." I do it but it's not quite working and trying to force it makes the lucidity waver, so I imagine what the basement would look like lit up first, working my way up to creating the atmosphere before the light bulbs. Soon the floor is lined with light bulbs, just sort of coming up from the floor like plants. "Turn them on." I turn them on by willing it. The room is lit up. I decide I want to test the lucidity by making a ridiculous amount of light bulbs, so I quintuple (or so) the amount of bulbs, now they're stacked up. "Have fun with it." I start raising my hands up, trying to will the bulbs to become light-emitting water fountains. It takes several attempts, and I look like something out of Fantasia trying to summon water, but it works, and the room is lit up when different colored-lights with water shooting up to the ceiling.
I head back upstairs and I'm confused about which room is mine. I'm trying to get back to my bed but I go into the wrong room. I think, "Is that Kaleigh?" (ex-girlfriend) She sits up from her bed taken aback by my presence and I say with some difficulty, groggy-ish, slurring, "I'm sorry, I don't know where I am right now. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. I'll leave." I come to the conclusion that I've been sleep-walking while lucid. Embarrassed and confused, I wander upstairs and get in my bed in an attempt to wake up from what has now become a somewhat upsetting 2nd-depth dream.
I wake up in my bed on the floor. Lucidity gone, I go back to being unaware that I'm dreaming. The place is bustling, lots of people, it's a party. Kaleigh comes in and sits on the bed with me, which surprises me because I think she hates me. I continue to apologize and explain myself, then give her a hug to show there's no hard feelings in general, from our past, from our present. I told her about how I missed her and how I wished things had gone differently back in the day. It's like the conversation I wish I could have with her but can't.
I remember having a gun on a nightstand and when I go over to pick it up it has become a flashlight, which apparently someone has taken apart to use the lens on a projector, which people are watching a 3D movie on with the 3D glasses. I decide to go outside. On my way out I pass by various people hearing snippets of conversation, one of which was someone telling Eric from East Wind that he needs to keep down his music-playing because it kept the guy up at 1:30 in the morning the prior night.
Outside I'm in a city. Behind a nearby skyscraper something huge peers at me. It's head is too large to be covered by the building and it's peeking from one side to the other as if playing a game with me. When it turns sideways I realize it's a massive tank on stilts with the neck and head of a giraffe coming off the top. I give chase until it stops on a busy, vehicle-packed street, the side opens and a man hops out. The area is bustling and it's reminiscent of a working-class New York neighborhood in the 1940's. The man comes over and I ask where he got such a thing and leans in and whispers, "Some guy left it running in a parking lot one day and I snagged it." A big mischevious grin spreads across his face. He offers me a cigarette, I say yes, he pulls out three different brand packs of menthol cigarettes (yuck) and says, "Take a pack." I grab Mavericks. (yuck) People are bumping into me on occasion and assuming they're pick-pocketing I check my pockets and find that they're putting things IN my pockets, like money, cigarettes, a lighter, etc.
I woke up at 9:30 and stayed up for about 10 minutes, went back to sleep for 2 hours. I hear that usually does wonders for lucidity, ie, gaining some grounding and diving back into the dreamworld can give you that reference point. Drank beers last night, as well.