Dream: TCC and the Almost Orgy LUCID *semi-sexual*

Dream 20021008, 6:45 AM:

I become aware in a big room; it reminds me of the exercise class rooms at a gym, with wood floors and high ceilings. I don’t recall anything before this. I am lucid when this dream starts, and it seems to grow out of a gray nothingness to become the room. I feel like I’m half-dreaming, like the images are just not coming in strongly enough; I shake my dream body, sort of jump around, and it creates a pleasant tingling buzzing feeling in my whole body. The dreamscape becomes much more solid and real. I shout, half to myself, “It feels so good! Yeah!” and there is a little girl sitting on the floor, watching my antics like I’m crazy. I smile at her, and walk past her into another large room.

There are a bunch of TCC people here. It seems like they’re here for some sort of function, but my main sense of what they’re doing is just milling about, moving from place to place. I don’t have any feeling about what kind of rehearsal or event is happening. I decide that I’m in the mood to play around, and so I wander through the crowd to pick out some of the TCC guys for playmates. I don’t see anyone that seems like fun; I keep wandering through the crowd, looking. I need to go to the bathroom, and so I do that; I can see a reflection or a shadow of myself, and I’m wearing a black cowboy hat. I feel like I’ve got on a pressed shirt and a vest. I don’t know why I’m dressed like this, and it doesn’t seem like I’ve got the hat on later in the dream.

After I go to the bathroom, I go back and stand at the doorway to the big room where all the TCC guys are. Joanna is standing there as well, watching the groups of people moving, and mentions needing to bring out something soon – it sounds like she’s doing a political fund raiser, or something like that. I leave her standing in the doorway, and walk through the groups of milling people again. Some of them seem to be moving at a good speed, like they’re leaving, but they just keep circulating around. I am trying to find three guys, for some reason – I don’t have any specific arrangement in mind, but it seems that three is what I need. I see a couple of individuals that look like fun, but I’m not able to get hold of them. I walk by one nice-looking guy, not really hot but seems sweet, and I sort of gesture at him and he starts following me. He’s tall, with brown hair, a young nice-looking face, with a few freckles. He gropes me a little, as I’m walking through the crowd, and it starts to get on my nerves. I tell him to stop, and he won’t. I tell him again, and he starts to reply, but I point at his forehead and make a “zzzzzp” noise, and it stops him in his tracks and I walk on. I see “Bucky” Jeff from the RU, and I grab his butt and squeeze it, sort of lifting him up on my hand, but he’s involved in a conversation and gives me a look like he’s busy. I leave him alone and keep on walking.

I wind up in an office. I know that it’s Joanna’s office, but it has reddish wood paneling, like cherry, and a bed. The bed has a gray coverlet, and there is a table beside it with a lamp and some other things, and a desk. I look at the bedside table, and there is an alarm clock there, wood-toned on top with little red LED numbers. It says 105 when I first look at it, then I look away and it says 15, but the 5 is like half the size of the 1. I feel elated, and tell myself, “The clock’s not working, the clock’s not working.” I’m almost wiggling with excitement at the realization. Then, I realize that because this is Joanna’s office, the clock won’t be set right to wake me up when I’m done dreaming.

I know that my office is through one of the walls, and it seems like the thing to do to go through the wall, rather than walk out the door and across the hall to my office. I walk over to the wall, which is paneled in a reddish color, and I move a piece of furniture out of the way so that I’m standing right in front of a bare section of wall. I put my hands on the paneling, and close my eyes, because I know if I watch it, I won’t be able to change it as easily. I push sideways, and when I open my eyes, I have slid a section of paneling away to reveal a mahogany looking door. I open it, and walk through, and I’m in a hallway space, then I walk into my own office. It is similar to the other one although larger, or maybe I’m just looking at it from a different angle. It seems bare of furniture, featureless. I start to lose touch with the dreamscape, and become aware of myself lying in bed.

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