I seem to dream in cycles and I've definitely been in one this past week. I'm still trying to get caught up here...
Nov 3-4, 2019: "Nikki Sixx, Drug Den And A College Campus"
I was hanging out with Nikki from Motley Crue at some L.A. club where he had played back in the early 1980's. I was wearing a black leather punk rock outfit (like Sid Vicious or Billy Idol) and suddenly felt really foolish, so I left to go change clothes in my car. Eventually I went to a Starbuck's cafe that sold pizza and deli foods with him and his wife/girlfriend.
I ended in an apartment complex full of drug dealers but not actually using, buying or selling anything myself. The cops wanted me to assist them in an undercover sting operation and I didn't want to be involved in any way. I was supposed to fire a bullet into a metal sign on the building for some reason but refused.
At some point it turned into a college campus that I was living in and the whole drug scene had ended. My ex had started going there as well and I realized that I still had our engagement photo up on the desk in my dorm room, which was more like an open office-type cubicle. I quickly took it down before she saw it.
My dad handed me an old vial of assorted pills that I had supposedly purchased on the street years ago and didn't believe me when I told him that I didn't even remember having them. I dumped them into my hand and tried to throw them away through a large opening in the floor, but they stuck to me like melted chewing gum and made a mess everywhere.
The dream turned lucid right at the very end so of course I started to fly around a large TV room area (to the amazement of my fellow classmates), but unfortunately it quickly ended.
Nov 5-6, 2019: "Clothing Store Job, Flat Tire And A Mafia Bar"
(I watched "The Big Shakedown" right before bed, which accounts for the whole mob theme.)
I had to work the overnight shift at a clothing store that was about to have its grand opening, and I was stressed out because there was still so much to get done. The only other people there with me were one male associate and a female manager who didn't seem to be of much help.
By the time that I clocked out it was about 2AM the following night, which meant that I had worked over 24 hours straight. When I tried to drive away I realized that my car (actually an old red mini-van that was supposed to be my dad's or something) had a flat tire, and I tried to call for roadside assistance on my cell phone.
I kept on dialing a nearby mafia-run bar/restaurant by mistake, which somehow caused me to get locked out of my phone so that I couldn't use it. I also received a somewhat threatening text message asking why I kept calling them, and that's the screen that it froze up on. I smashed my phone on the ground and shattered it beyond recognition, which didn't help my situation any!
I ended up at the bar trying to explain to the mob boss what had happened (I'm assuming that I walked there because my car was still in the store parking lot). He seemed to believe me but wouldn't let me use his phone or help me in any way, which irritated me but obviously I didn't want to push my luck. It ended with me still trying to find a way home.
Sweet Dreams!!!
Dreamflyer
