I'm still not sure if I want to open a dedicated DJ on here or not.
March 12, 2021
On a bus, on a trip. I’m sitting in a busy space. There are musicians on the bus, a jazz group I think, with a trombone and a pianist and perhaps a percussionist.
They have their instruments and a space set up at the back of the bus where they’re playing.
The group stands outside several closed doors in a room. Behind every door is something spooky, apparently. From where I stand, I can’t see in when someone opens a door. I’m told behind one door is a darkness with a creepy figure standing in the distance. This upsets everyone who opens the door, but I don’t think there’s really much to be afraid of.
Suddenly, I realize, this is a dream! Yes! My MILD induction! I’m supposed to meet Carol and STEVE for pizza!
I walk down a set of stairs to another space. The room is long, with booths and tables on either side of a single aisle. There are several square windows along the wall and DCs in formal attire. The colors of the carpet and walls are rich red tones, perhaps with gold accents along the wooden décor.
I feel the room bounce a little. Ah- this is my train of thought! It’s been so long since I’ve been here. I smile.
I go through a door on my left to another train car. This room looks like a lounge and bar a fancy hotel would have. Not the atmosphere for a pizza party, it’s kinda…posh. The DCs in the room are all well dressed and the room is quiet.
I quietly walk across the red plush carpet to a set of stairs on the far end of the train car. The DCs seem to watch me, I feel a little out of place like I’m not dressed for the occasion.
I walk up one flight of stairs to a landing that makes a right turn to another flight of stairs. At the top I look back down the stairs and find myself looking down the stairs to the basement in the house I grew up.
I head to the back door and slide it open to go outside. It’s dark out, and I’m surprised to notice a little bit of a chill in the air. The yellow glow of fireflies flicker over the field. I’ve never witnessed fireflies in such chilly weather, I find it charming. In the distance off to the right, I notice fireworks lighting up the sky. The distant booms echo on the mountains.
My mom, who is inside the house, tries to call and distract me. I pinch my nose and inhale, a gentle reminder that I’m still dreaming. I dismiss her.
I jump up to the roof and take a seat. This is pretty…but wait! The pizza party. Carol. STEVE.
Maybe they don’t know I’m trying to meet them? Maybe they can’t hear me?
I hop down to stand on the railing that circles the porch. “Carol! STEVE! (I’m here! I wanted to meet with you!)”
Two DCs approach from the side yard as if they had been walking up the driveway then decided to cut through the grass to make it a shorter walk.
One jogs at a steady pace and bounces over to me, (STEVE!). Her smile is genuine. We’re on the same scale tonight.
The second approaches more composed with a gentle smile on her lips. (Ah, Carol.)
STEVE holds my left forearm and I wrap my free arm around Carol.
We float into the air together. I look down at the world below. It’s brighter outside now, perhaps the sun has risen? I watch the field and the road and the hills pass under us. Well, there’s no pizza, but I can still ask my questions now that everyone is here.
“(So, uh, Carol…) What do you think about me sharing my dreams (and my comic! -with my sister, and my dream journal, online)?”
She responds as if she’s just now considering it for the first time “(Hmm…)That’s a tough one, sweetheart. I know you asked me to think about it [via dream incubation]…but, I forgot.”
She didn’t forget.
Not the response I was expecting from her.
[[She’s giving me sass for trying to put the hard considerations of the decision on her instead of thinking about it on my own for myself in WL. I should know me better.]]
(Ah…well…)I consider asking her if she has a pen, the current dream treasure hunt item, but dismiss idea because the mood isn’t right for it.
STEVE has held onto my arm. She’s been quiet tonight. I turn my attention to her, fondly. “(Hey- STEVE!) What do you think of the comic?”
She just giggles.
I guess that’s approval?
Conversations are over for tonight it seems. It’s nice to be with both of them in this dream. I’ve been focusing on floating and reflecting on the conversation that I almost don’t notice Carol and STEVE interacting with each other.
Carol holds STEVE around her waist as if she’s dipping her in a dance. They hang in the air together. Then, they kiss each other, sweetly, on the lips.
I’m surprised, considering Carol’s usual tough love, but they somehow seemed enamored with each other in a platonic emotional way. Almost seemed like they have kind of dismissed or forgot about me for each other’s presence. I’m surprised to see Carol actually show her fondness for STEVE.