Note: The dream in which I am about to tell will mention the names of several people; their stories and how they relate to me in real life will not be fully explained. I am just documenting this experience for myself and not necessarily telling a full-blown story.
My dream began at a place I could call “work,” but it was not my real job at all. I am not even sure as to what my job was or what it entailed, but I knew that I was at “work.” As a few faceless co-workers were leaving, I remember one of them saying to me that it seemed like I was the only that really worked the hardest. I was in the process of having to collect money for some sort of daily bank deposit. I was struggling to balance all the money in my hand so that I could place it securely inside a plastic bag. The money was made up heavy coins, rolled and bound together inside a paper covering. There were possibly 20 to 30 rolls that I was trying to juggle using only one hand. Suddenly, two people with familiar faces appear in my dream: Collin (who I haven’t seen in two years) and Jordan. We were all outside surrounded by lush plants and endangered wildlife, almost as if we were in some tropical island beach bathed under a hot and scorching sun. The day was bright and I could tell that the temperature was rising not because I could feel it, but because Collin was complaining about it and was sweating profusely from his forehead. He and Jordan were sitting around some sort of outside bar that was metallic and blue, very much like my car. I went around the back area of the bar and flipped a switch overhead, under an awning like structure that partially sheltered the bar-stools and counter-top from the sun. The switch seemed to have turned on an air conditioner as a surge of cold air began to blow through invisible vents atop the ceiling. Jordan said she loved the heat but could not resist getting closer to feel the gust of cool air rush against her. Collin on the other hand was so relieved, he stuck his head out far enough so that the air was blowing directly onto his face. I went around the bar, realizing that I still had to deposit the money I had been carrying around with me, and told the two of them that I would be back soon and waved my goodbyes. Continue reading ‘“Lucid” Dream #2′
