Old haunts revisited, LSD and ghostly lovers

OK, so there’s a lot to cover here but I’ll try to summarise it all as succinctly as I can.

 

At the time of writing this entry, it’s a Friday. I had two dreams earlier this week where I revisited old workplaces. The second of these was a college that I’ve actually visited in previous dreams, only this time it seemed bigger and I kept getting lost.  It is immensely fascinating to me how you can go somewhere in a dream and then dream of the same place again in a later dream. It’s as though these places have taken form as real locations that exist in your subconscious somehow.

 

Anyway, fast forwarding to last night, I had the following dreams:

 

1.     Mike Patton had come to my house with a lasagne he’d made for my partner and I.  Shortly after eating it, she started laughing uncontrollably, and I started to hallucinate, which is when I realise the lasagne had been spiked with LSD.

 

2.     A friend I haven’t seen in a few years invited my partner and I to a party in a city street that was submerged in water. My fiancée didn’t want to go in the water, so I went alone.  My friend was there with her own partner and their child (who was on her partner’s back), but when I tried to speak to her, I realised her mouth had been sewn shut and she couldn’t talk back.

 

3.     I was observing, in first person, the life of a lonely, widowed man who lived in an old, dilapidated house.  In the dream, I observed his actions and could hear his thoughts; it was as if I was in his head.  He visited a pub where he appeared to be the only patron. Behind the bar were the landlord, an older man who was at the corner of the bar cleaning glasses and a young female barmaid who served the man whose life I was viewing.  These were the only 3 people in this pub.  The young woman was actually a ghost of a barmaid who’d committed suicide, but was still somehow able to serve the man whose eyes I was seeing through.  They chatted for a while and it became clear that he had a thing for this barmaid and the feelings were mutual.  However, because she was a ghost they couldn’t be together, but she told him there was a way they could. Later in the dream, I saw from his POV as they made love and in doing so everything went black and he “became nothing”. Shortly after that, he became a ghost, just like the barmaid after which they could finally be together. He left behind a rundown house and three large pet beetles.

 

The second and third dreams left me with a strange feeling.  The third in particualar where I felt the lovemaking and woke up with an erection, near the point of ejaculation.  The whole thing was like something out of a Haruki Murakami novel.

That 70s dream

 

My fiancée and I were staying at a house somewhere.  I think we were on holiday or something, but I can’t remember.

 

Anyway, the house itself was large and there were many other guests there.  The décor was very 70s, with browns and sickly creams and coarse, ugly patterns as far as the eye could see.  Everything was also very old looking and dusty.

 

The people who owned the house were incredibly eccentric and creepy, as were the other guests.  At one point, I was talking with a woman who was a student, and she was telling me about some of the books she was reading for her course.  Later on, she accused me of stealing her books and made me open my bag in front of other people, which I was happy to do as I knew I hadn’t taken them.  She was then very shamefaced, but I was indignant because of her accusation and gave her a hard time about it.  A friend of mine from real life then showed up, wanting to know what the commotion was and I told him what had happened.  I then learned that the woman was his sister (he does have a sister IRL but she doesn’t look anything the woman in this dream). He wanted me to go easy on her, but I wasn’t having it.

 

Later on, I learned that the owners of this house intended to keep us all captive but I told my fiancée that I was going to find a way to get us out of there and started looking for a way to escape.

 

I eventually managed to sneak out through a back door which led to a beach with people swimming in the sea. Continuing the 70s theme, the scene looked grainy and saturated like old 8mm film footage.

 

I gingerly crept away from the house, walked across a rocky outcrop and found myself looking at some other houses that bordered the beach area.  I had a feeling the people from the house would be coming to look for me so I flew off into the air, flew over the houses and into a field on the other side.  I knew I’d left my fiancée behind, but I’d intended to come back with a party to rescue her.  The dream ended as I landed in the field on the other side of the beach, narrowly avoiding two busses that were riding past and skidded to avoid hitting me.