Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/30/2018
By victim#six
I believe it was last night, hard to tell with all the dreams. One I remember is being on a beautiful familiar beach on a lake I’ve never been to. A couple girls and I were practicing using this boogie board thing that you could take from the beach straight into the water without sinking. The better we got at it the farther we could go. I got at least thirty feet out on the most dedicated attempt. Eventually it became nighttime. I know Mikey was there, I think Cliff and Hannah also. My watercraft became basically a knee board with the same buoyancy(not great), but I had to use something like kayaks paddles to propel myself. Sometimes our boats were connected, like a power rangers megazord, into a shitty pirate raft like craft kept afloat by those long foam pool noodles and while they were, we could somehow paddle really fast, despite the horrible design of the boat/worlds worst raft. We paddled around the lake most of the night, admiring the strange neon glow let off from a nearby skyline. Sometimes splitting off from each other to explore our own areas. I drifted away from everyone to a shallow bay area, near where I was doing the boogie board thing with the girls. I turned the board around to look back at the lake and what I saw was one of the most beautiful scenes I’ve ever seen and even remember noting it to myself. The sky was painted with colors on the horizon from the skyline, fireworks and a mesmerizing pink sunrise, blending quickly, yet seamlessly, in the the starry blanket above. I almost cried but didn’t because I didn’t want the tears to cloud my vision. I wanted to burn this perfect panorama into my head. Later I showed my sister, Lauren, how I learned to levitate objects. I also tried to show her that I could do the same with my body. I was disappointed to find I could barely do it. It was almost like when you say, “Mom, look! Look, mom! Mom, you’re not looking!” Then when she finally looks you can’t do it. I’ve been able to float as far 40 or so feet with practice in the past. It’s really difficult to gain altitude but I can usually get a foot or so off the ground and drift quite a ways. It always takes loads of concentration. Whatever, I won’t beat myself up over it. Flying lessons tonight.