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Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
getting to the coast (lucid)
2002-01-14
I was digging through a driveway, many feet deep of gravel. I found several skulls, which I was delighted with. I found a cat or other carnivore skull, and a human skull, which made me uncomfortable. How had it gotten there? I was at a fancy event, it seems a concert. Thousands of people sat in the audience, dressed in their finest. On stage, a man played an electric guitar. I sat on stage, somehow having acquired the best seat in the house, watching the man play. He didn't hold the guitar normally; instead, he held it at bizarre angles, so that the neck was facing away from him, or holding it behind his back, or vertically in front of him, and changed positions frequently, still playing beautiful music. I was captivated by this, and wanted to try to do it as well. I got a guitar, and sitting on stage, started to play as well, trying to hold it in the manner he did. I was making a great deal of noise (much in the way of noise, rather than music), laughing, and completely interrupting the concert. A man who must've been an usher, or a guard, wearing a nice black tux, came up to the side of the stage and hissed that I had to get off the stage, *now*. I wasn't scared or intimidated by him at all, and stared at him blandly for a moment. Then I said. "No, I don't. Because I'm dreaming!" and laughed in his face. I looked around, trying to decide what to do with my newly discovered Power. I saw the huge audience, and towards the back of the stage my mom was sitting. I either forgot a big chunk, woke up then, or the dream switched gears -- I was in the same setting but it became something of an escape-type dream. I remember at a later point laying out instances that I had been lucid in that night's dreams. I made plans with Robin M. to go meet her at the beach for her birthday, only Jess and I had to get there alone. Jess and I went down the street to where Rock Creek met Cornelius Pass, across the street from the newer housing development behind the school, and near the tennis court. There were motorcycles lined up along the street. Two of them were motorcycles we could choose from to get to the beach. They were big street bikes, black and chrome. I started to explain there was no way we could ride all the way to the beach on our own, as neither I nor my sister had our permits, and I didn't know how to drive a street bike. Melissa said we could get our permits that night. I asked, "When do they [DMV] close?" Mel said, "5:45." I had to learn to ride a motorcycle before then. I told Mel I better study if I had to learn by 5:45. I said, "I have to get a special motorcycle license, don't I?" A blond, young lady said yes, and was glad I knew that. There was a flyer saying to do something to save money for the housing development behind the school, which I pshawed, because I hated that housing development. I said how they had never done well and that used to be my favorite place to catch frogs. The blond woman asked if I had long nails. I said yes and held up my hands, saying I sometimes cut them. I figured she was asking because it was hard to ride a motorcycle with long nails. On one hand the nails had the remnants of black nail polish, which had mostly chipped off and only remained around the tips. The woman tried to explain how my hands and nails would get filmy riding a motorcycle, since they were exposed to the elements, and tried to give me examples of what it was like, none of which I had experienced. I looked at the chosen bike, seeing the windshield and tons of gauges, and the handlebar. The woman began to teach me how to drive. First she explained the big round gauge in the middle, which took up pretty much the whole dashboard. The upper right corner had long numbers that radiated out, looking impossible to figure out. The woman said what they were and then went on to the next patch of symbols and numbers and explained those. I was thinking I'd never remember any of it, particularly since most were numbers. I then noticed that one of the handles was completely missing (a major problem since it was the right side, gas -- see, I really do know how to ride a motorcycle hehehe). The woman swore and started examining the bike, trying to figure out what had happened. She had the attitude of "not again", as if this happened all the time. During this other people had come and got their bikes or come and parked them, and I got the impression of a guy standing by and watching me and Jess, but that could have been from later in the dream. The woman started lifting off the front of the bike that was missing a handle, trying to find the problem. The bike was shaped like a cow skeleton with a cow's head for the front, and the horns were the handlebars. While she was doing that, I looked around. I saw the other bike I could have chosen next to it, and noted with distaste it was a chopper. I would never be caught dead riding a chopper, I guess. It looked like a tapestry chair in the front, with really a low handlebar, almost underneath. I went to find Jess. She was lying in a bed, watching TV. There seemed to be a news program on relating to us or the beach or something else relevant. I lay on the bed and could hear Giles from the other side of the wall. He was talking on the phone, arguing with some lady. He said we shouldn't be made to do this dangerous and difficult thing, driving all the way to the coast on the freeway. The woman argued that we needed to be pushed. Giles started arguing that we had fought evil and been through hell and untold dangerous before, that we were always trying new tactics in the battle, and that we were brave souls, and that this mission was pointless and stupid. I looked at the clock and it said 7:00. I figured it was an hour ahead, so it must be 6:00, and I said to Jess we were too late. Jess corrected me, saying the DMV only closed for a break at 6 and would be open again in an hour. Here there was a tangent, or this dream fell in a different order that I can't remember. A bug, or tiny person, was flying towards the beach, but went to a jungle where there were lots of insects. Many were very strange. There were huge spiders, bugs with copious amounts of long silky white hair, fat ones, skinny ones, short ones, etc. etc. -- I was basically watching this as if it were a presentation of bug life in the jungle. A big spider was walking slowly across the forest floor, as other bugs darted amongst its legs after each step, as if it were choreographed. Then a big, silky-white, long bug tried to go under the spider and forced it to change its step patterns. The star bug (the one who'd flown to the jungle) went and sat on a couch, and watched TV, or something equally mundane. Dad would drive us to the coast in his truck. It was very nice... it felt safe and quick. Jess, mom, dad and I were all in the truck as we started down the freeway. I watched out the window. We got to the forest, and I wanted to look out because I loved the trees, but there was too much glare on my side. I tried to position myself to look out the other window, across Jessi. Soon we came to Timber, and we were going camping. As we drove down the road leading to it, we noticed things left behind by previous campers... signs pointing towards where they had been camping, mostly paper plates with names and arrows. Mom said, "Wow, look at the decorations." Someone had left a sign with tons of metallic streamers and other fancy stuff, and I made a connection to my dryad dream in my head. Mom wanted me to ask dad a question about them, and I started, but then she quickly said to wait until we had gotten past the bad part. Dad was looking at me, and I looked up and saw we were on a part of road that had a hill on one side and a sheer cliff on the other. It was very plain, just packed clay, with no trees or plants. We were coming up to a corner, and if we didn't turn we'd go straight off. Dad had been paying attention to me instead of driving, and I squealed and covered my face with my hands. My dad drove around the corner easily. Dad said something and mom said he wanted to know if the strap in the back was covered in slime or what. I looked into the bed, and it was a strap of nylon webbing flapping in the breeze. I was black with dark magenta stripes, which looked like they should have been lighter colored. I demised that it was just wet, and observed some water droplets on the side of the bed. We came to where the road got too narrow to continue on, and stopped. Mom and I were going to walk ahead to the camping spot. The area was all plain packed clay, with great sheer mounds of it, almost square, the narrow road which wound between them, the sheer cliff to the right (which seemed to contain a lot of discarded junk), and white, man-made walls that closed it all in. Mom and I were walking along the road towards a door in the wall. From up above, someone said they would take my mom. There was a random door high up on the wall to the left, above a clay mound that intersected it, but only reachable if one had a ladder. There was a ladder by the mound. Somehow my mum was taken and dragged through the door by the evil man, owner of the voice. I started panicking and tried to yell for dad, but he was too far away. The man said from up above he had only wanted to turn his sister invisible (so he was an evil uncle?). Then the door opened, and I knew my mom, invisible, had come out. I yelled at her to climb down the ladder, and I would hold it. She climbed onto it and had become visible again. The ladder swayed dangerously... I wasn't strong enough. I told her to hurry. The ladder began to buckle, she was trapped at the top and about to come crashing down. We got her down and went back towards the truck. I kept looking up at the lone door nervously. Suddenly Isis/Jess (not sure which) went through a small, square hole/window in the mound. I knew it led to the man, but there was nothing I could do about it, as I stood by, helpless and upset. We headed back to dad. Jess/Isis came back to us, and we knew the man had drugged her. We couldn't keep her with us because she wanted to get back to the man for more drugs. I kept glancing nervously at the hole, scared he would come through, perhaps invisible, and feeling the urgent need to leave the area. I figured the hole was too small for him to get through, but it made me nervous anyway. Jess (definitely Jess this time) came back again. This time, I decided I had to keep her with us. She was wild and totally out of it, responding in only primitive, instinctive ways, but not violent. Her hair was long and dark and frizzed out. I had gypsy on a leash, and I had an extra. I decided I would put a collar on Jess to keep her with us. Mom asked if it needed to be tight, and I said no, just two holes should be fine. Gypsy had two collars on, her leather collar and her chain collar, so I took the wide leather one off. It had a red heart ID tag and I regretted not having put Jess' dog tags on it. I had a hard time getting the collar on Jess because she was trying to pull away to go back to the man. I was surprised at how small Jess' neck seemed to be, which made buckling it harder -- I had to go far more than two holes. Finally, I got it on and attached a leash. Mom had already gone to the truck so we could leave. There was a sheet of paper on the ground, with a yellow substance on it in pointed oval-type shapes. The man had planted it there, and I knew this. It was the antidote to the drugs he had given Jess, which were turning her into a dog. I held it up and she smelled it, and it started to work against the drugs in her system. Suddenly, the man appeared beside us, laughing. He was tall and slimy-looking, with craggy features. We tried to get away but he turned into a massive, brown dog monster and growled at us from above. I threw the paper in his face, hoping it would change him back, but there was no effect. He laughed, a deep rumbling sound. I looked around desperately for a way out, Jess on her hands and knees beside me, cowering. From behind us erupted a spray of the yellow substance, aimed at the dog monster, who started to writhe and scream. I whipped around, and my dad had found the tank of antidote and sprayed the dog man. Dad threw the dog monster's body over the cliff with the other junk. I started trying to lead Jess to the truck but she was still obstinate. There were more people around now, hikers and other campers. A man and a woman stopped and were watching us. They looked down at Jess and muttered, "Drug addict." I didn't pay much attention to them, since they had no idea what had just happened, and I just wanted to go home. Mom and dad told me to go back and get something so we could go. I heard a grunting and straining sound, and figured it was a bicyclist, coming up the steep hill. I watched, and it did indeed seem to be a bike -- but then I noticed they passed on the far side of a mound, and I knew that there was nothing there but air, since that was over the big pit. Confused, I went around to the other side of the mound, and sure enough, they were flying. It was a bike-looking thing with two tiny propellers, with three people running it. Two were on each side, and one in back, all strapped in, and peddling and working hard to keep it up. Finally, I worked to get Jess into the back of the truck. Gypsy was already there, strapped in. I tried to get Jess (a dog? Isis?) to scramble in, and wondered if we had proper harnesses for her and Gyp so they wouldn't hurt themselves trying to jump out.
Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
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