Lucid
I'm taking a roadtrip in a big gold convertable impala
The driver is a mixed breed of Paul, Randy, and Glen.
Twice we get up to the same mountain and I remember something I've left behind,
so we have to go back for it.
The first time it was for a pillow and blanket.
The second time it was to get a mix tape to listen to on the trip.
We've been driving for quite some time and decide to take a break at a rest spot.
We park the car in a lot and step out.
There's a couple standing against a car, and a bunch of large, black dogs
that look like a rottweiller/great dane cross
running about the parking lot and the field beyond it.
I'm the slightest bit nervous about the dogs,
and look down at one that is sitting on the cement in front of me.
I realize at once that the dog has three eyes, therefore I must be dreaming.
Again I repeat to myself that I'm dreaming -that I'm lucid.
I'm amazed at my consciousness and the full extent of my memory...
it's just like it is when I'm awake.
I remember not to get too excited about the lucidity, because it could wake me up.
I decide to attempt to fly.
I walk away from all the people, aware that they're not real
and therefore won't be offended by my actions.
I drop the purse from my left hand,
and the bottle of electric blue nail polish from my right,
knowing that I can't lose them because I'm dreaming.
I try to push myself off the ground, but although the gravity has changed immensely,
I can't seem to get into the air.
I try a running start, which works a bit better, but I'm still not flying for any length of time.
(when I first jump into the air I hear my travel mate shouting "but what about your CAREER!!")
I look around me (still holding on to my dreamstate)
and realize how vivid and colourful everything is.
A large tree covered with wide leaves and huge white flowers is in front of me.
I reach out and pull off one of the flowers, seeing my hands reach out (from my perspective)
and feeling the pull and give of the flower as it comes off in my hands.
The flower nearly covers my hands as I cup it between them.
I raise it closer to my face, taking in it's light, musky perfume; somewhat sweet,
and feeling the thin coolness of it's petals.
I duck under the outside branches and find myself beneath the tent of the tree.
It's huge inside, and the sunlight outside makes it look like lillypads from underwater.
The leaves are lit up a bright green; their veins showing,
and I can see the shadows of the blossoms against the leaves.
The trunk is a dark brown wood, and very smooth, like an arbutus.
I try to focus on a thin, curling branch to remain lucid.
I begin to hover around the vast space under the tree, which works quite well,
until I remember part of a lucid dream book I'd read that said to
"spin your dream body to help maintain lucidity".
I figure I'll give this a shot.
I make the mistake of doing this while I'm still in the air,
which causes me to careen out of control and wake up.
[I woke blissful and exhilarated]
Goldsex
I'm naked and covered with lots and lots of brilliant gold dust,
like a sweet honeydust powder.
I'm full of erotically spun electricity and enjoying myself immensely.
Then I realize I'm not alone.
I'm joined by an unidentifiably delicious figure
who is equally covered and charged.
We have incredibly amazing sex,
our sweat making the gold dust melt onto our bodies
until they appear gilded.
Drag queens
I'm riding in a car with two drag queens.
I'm in the front seat next to the driver, but I've turned around to speak to the one in back.
She's wearing a black, human hair wig that has somehow caught on a broach I'm wearing.
I untangle the hair and notice her long false eyelashes.
She bats her lashes and asks if I like them.
I reply that I do, and she says "Here! They're clip-ons! TRY them!"
and takes them off, handing them to me.
I clip them on near the roots of my own lashes and proceed to flutter and bat them,
feeling them flip back and forth as though they're attached by tiny hinges.
Motorbike
I'm at someone's house talking with their mother.
She's quite pretty, with loose curls of dark red hair and dark cat's eye glasses.
She's stretched out on a lawnchair in the back yard, sipping a martini.
She's an artist, has a marvelous sense of humor,
and has electric plummy highlights in her hair where the sun hits it.
She's wearing a long velvet slipdress and has a wonderful laugh.
She says she has an old motorbike that I'm welcome to if I want it.
It's quite old and small, but it works fine so I thank her and ride away.
The keys are attached to a keychain from a nearby stables,
which also has a key for a botanical garden attached.
I decide to take the bike on the bus, which no one seems to mind.
I just hold it up in the aisle.
I lean over to read the make of the motorcycle,
expecting it (for some reason) to read 'Harley Davidson Mini' across the tank,
but the fancy gold writing reads 'Bobcat Goldthwait' (spelled wrong on the bike).
I get off the bus at a motorcycle shop where the womyn owner gives me a shiny black helmet
and tells me to put a Styrofoam insert inside it for safety.
I thank her and go for a long ride in the suburbs.
I get out at a large cement building and hide the motorcycle in a nearby tree.
I realize that the building is where D.D. (an ex-boyfriends father) has his office,
and I feel I should avoid running into him.
I walk around the corner of the building and see a huge window.
Through this huge window I can see a fancy room.
I move closer and see D.D.
He's up to some weirdness with a 'nasty granny' (who's clutching a lingerie bag from La Senza),
and two 'bott-bott boys' (men dressed as English schoolboys...complete with caps and knee socks.
I got the term from a very funny movie I saw on cable in the middle of the night...Personal Services,
I think it was called...nevermind.)
I then notice Alyssa, who seems to be controlling this odd situation.
She's in full dominatrix gear and has a number of piercings all linked by the same silver chain.
She stomps one of her boots, cracks her whip at the people in the room, and laughs.
I walk on around the building, hoping I hadn't been seen.
I run into some people and sit on some stairs with them.
Behind me is a sexy topless woman with a lot of ornate tattoo work
and short, brightdeep purple hair.
I see a poster on the closest wall and get up to read it.
It's a roommate ad from two Japanese men who want to share 1/4 of their house,
and have drawn a diagram of it on the poster.
A young man (in his mid-20's) mistakes me for Purplehair's lover.
I'm trying to alert him to this mistake (but not really caring) when all hell breaks loose.
A man in olive coloured army gear starts shouting "Don't worry about the little people!!!"
as we're running away in a panic.
I'm frantic about finding my motorcycle so I can get away.
I climb the tree, find my bike, and ride it along one of the branches
which bends down to the ground from the weight so I can ride away, which I do.
Costume party
I'm at a costume party in my old bedroom (at my parents house), but it's bigger.
The party's winding down. I see Lore; who's dressed as little bo peep,
standing next to Michelle, who is wearing a metallic purple sharkskin dress of mine.
She's junkie thin, but Lore doesn't seem to notice and is saying to her
"you always looked better in it anyhow..." in a snippy voice while shooting me a nasty, snotty look.
They leave, and things are more enjoyable.
Jeffery is there, dressed as Anne Bolyn (complete with a severed 11th finger that spurts blood),
and I see Samantha (G) in a really interesting lizard outfit
with a paper headdress that has scales that move with her.