Tonight was the dream that was a continuation of yesterday's dream. Yesterday's dream I didn't want to put down, because of what I thought was it source; and because of the somewhat embarrassing aspect. You see, it involved my trip to California; Dad had broken up with his fiancée, and then they'd gotten back together again and married after all. When I got to the house, there were other females there, though. About my age, I guess, maybe a little older. Very mysterious. My immediately set goal, of course, was to end up sleeping with them. (Hey, some dreams are like that; I told you I didn't want to set this down - for that and for what it says about some subconscious feeling about my dad. I suppose Mom put that there, but maybe it has some truth in it, too. I'll attempt to overlook it. This is, after all, just a background dream to set the stage for the more recent one.) I never did, if you want to know. Which is probably good. I don't need those thoughts floating about in my mind. Though some part of me wants to say (and think) now that it wasn't so much the sleeping with them part that was a goal, but just getting to know them. I suppose that's plausible as something other than an after-the-fact pleasant denial, since they were all so very mysterious. Vanishing here and there, and whatnot. I remember I went to sleep, and when I woke up I saw across the room one of them (I think there were three altogether), also lying down, looking at me; perhaps she'd just woken up, or perhaps she'd lain there for some time; who can tell? Anyway, that was the first glimmer of a promise of a better acquaintance, and it's all I remember from that night.
Ok, now, as I said before, tonight's dream was a sort of a continuance of last night's; and I do know that it was a dream from last night, and not merely a separation induced within the dream-time, because I distinctly remember not putting it down yesterday. I suppose I will no longer hold back that way; after all, these do get edited before going public. I wonder how many times I've said that in here. Anyway…
The main carryover from the other night's dream was the house. It was a great house. White all over, sort of like my dad's real house. I shall try to reproduce a floor plan somewhere else. Very odd, the design was. There were no really distinct floors. In some areas, the levels were separated by steps, but many of them were just inclines. Perhaps, if I can succeed in remembering enough of the house, I will try to reproduce it someday. Hm. Very interesting.
Well, For some reason or another Dad was having a party, and people were coming. I remember one of his friends that was coming, but no one else specifically; I assume all the rest of the gang was there, too. After some time, it was time to leave. I started playing some music (on the system upon which, in real life, I accidentally blew out the amplifier) on this great sound system that sort of permeated the house, and the yard. Most guests were still in the back yard, though some were heading out front to their cars - spectacular cars; of which Dad's and his fiancée's played in an earlier part of my dream that I can't recall sufficiently to put down. It was some sort of dance music; ballroom dance-ish judging from the guests' response (I don't really remember the music itself very well). So, everyone was set a-dancing.
Then I (or maybe someone… maybe it was one of those girls! I dunno; I don't think it was me, at any rate, but it was someone I knew. Maybe female, maybe not. It's sort of hazy.) changed the music, and it was something from Star Wars. Everyone whipped out masks from somewhere; there were several Darth Vaders, and stormtroopers, and whatnot. Dad, his wife, and I took the parts of main characters (Don't ask which; it wasn't critical; what mattered was that we were the main characters; I don't think my subconscious bothered fitting into the plot of the real Star Wars.) There was a great to-do, with the bad guys chasing the good guys. Well, "chasing". It was sort of like a chase in a musical; there was music, and everybody was dancing as they ran, so it was like an acted chase, not a real chase, as if the whole thing was choreographed.
Anyway, we eventually worked our way to a tower sort of structure, built in the more-or-less center of the yard (and at the back of the house). Somewhere along the line, we gained a friend of mine (I think female, but I'm not sure) who had broken her leg. For this part of the show (it had become a big performance deal) we were on stilts, and so (somehow) she was ok with all the excitement. Don't ask how stilts made it better; I guess my mind was operating off of some "if she's not standing on the ground with her legs, a broken leg doesn't matter" principle. We were still somehow Star Wars characters. After getting to the top of the tower, which may have been by, I think, some sort of ramp (the exit point from the ramp was in the middle of the platform), we had to change character really fast so it would look like our characters had disappeared, and escape the bad guys. For some reason this part was really critical to the successful production of whatever act we were doing. We quickly removed the stilts and our masks (which posed a slight problem for the friend, but she managed for the short time she existed), and put on some sort of bandana-like material that was formed into cones. We wore them like wizard-ish hats, so when everybody came up we were just that. And by "we" I mean the three of us, my "parents" and myself. The friend with the broken leg just somehow vanished from the dream.
Now there was goodbye music playing. It was started by one of the guests who really needed to leave, I guess. So everybody went about their business, and the whole place just sort of drained; that's the way it looked to me, anyway. I was still on the tower and had a great view of it all. You know, come to think of it, a lot of the house was really just a big, blown up version of Dad's real house. More or less. Anyway…
Somehow I'm down in the driveway with everyone else leaving. The music changes again (I dunno who, if anyone, changed it this time), and everybody starts forming a conga line. I joined in behind my dad, even though I had no idea how to do whatever dance it was. Some part of it involved lifting up a leg and sort of shaking it, then doing the other one. Another part involved twisting your foot around somehow and taking a sort of step forward with your foot turned a full 90° to the inside, and then doing it again. I tried to fake it, but I ended up doing a sort of a bunny hop instead. Afterwards, Dad asked me what I'd been doing, so I guess I wasn't too successful with it. Turns out it's a lot easier dancing to the music, instead to the sound of the steps of all the dancers, as I'd been doing. Don't ask why; I don't really know.
I went to my room, eventually, and it was sort of interesting, 'cause I was in one of those weird low gravity environments again. You know, the kind where I could do a handstand, and push myself up a bit and stay up there, floating, if I concentrated. With less concentration I'd drift slowly down. I suppose you don't know. I've encountered that at least once before in dreamland. Pretty cool stuff.
Next phase. Not sure if there was any sort of segue in here or not, but somehow I end up at what is a bit like a chapel at LeTourneau. The speaker is talking about worship, and how we've lost something from the past. I'm not sure exactly what, but he starts cutting a folded piece of red construction paper into a heart shape. This, in the middle of a worship service. Anyway, he's calling out "I love you, Jesus! Hallelujah!" in the manner of people very emotionally driven, and holding up the heart all the while. He cut out other things, too, but I don't remember all of it.
Another radical new idea of this preacher was to play volleyball with your hands. I guess normal people were playing it with paddles or something. We all (us youth) ended up playing volleyball - with our HANDS - in the old lunchroom of my old elementary school. Something and something I don't remember, and then everybody left but me and a few others. And it became an ice-skating rink. Still the same multi-purpose room, but it was covered in ice. A girl from high school that I've been attracted to and her boyfriend's younger sister were sitting talking in the alcove-ish area made by the folded tables next to the entrance to the kitchen. I went over and started listening to them talking. I don't really remember what, now. Something about a guy, an ex-boyfriend of one of them. Probably aforementioned brother/boyfriend, since he was her boyfriend at the time I last knew in real life. Also, of course, the other girl's brother, which is why I think it was him; there was some reason neither of them wanted to talk about him. I guess he turned out to be a jerk somehow. I sort of injected myself into the conversation, which neither of them really appreciated. After time, though, the girl I knew from high school sort of warmed up to me and we were on decent terms. And that's all I really remember from the other night.
Wow. Nearly two pages.
Well, it's time to eat lunch now. Pretty late.