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.