Met Rochelle!

Date: 11/7/2020

I'm on 34th Street. I don't know how I got here but I'm wondering something. Wondering. -- I recognize that I'm dreaming! I was just in my bed wondering if I'd be able to fall back to sleep. Next thing I know I'm wondering about where I am and where I'm going. I realize I'm dreaming and then all of a sudden I can't control my movements. But I gain control and start to look around. It's amazing. The fucking detail. I remember walking through this train station and saying that the next corner I walk around I will see Rochelle. And sure enough she walks around the corner. But she's walking with someone and seems busy. I feel like the dream is starting to end. I'm pulled feet first through the train station and I'm telling myself to relax and calm down while gripping the ceiling trying to slow myself down. While I'm sliding across the ceiling I catch a glimpse of a reflection of myself in a metal panel. I look anxious lmao. Finally I do and gain my composure. And I'm able to walk. Rochelle comes back around the corner. Her hair is in her usual wavy afro. She has on her blue trench coat. I grab her and tell her that I need to tell her something. She seems a little more attentive this time but still seems like she doesn't want to be bothered. I ask her what she needs to tell me and she says, "To pull harder." I ask if she means try harder and she sort of nods but just stares. I tell her that my message is that "elephants have great memory. And that she reminds me of an elephant." I pat her on the back and ask if she can relay that message (to her walking self). I feel accomplished and the dream starts to end. I feel the usual feeling of being pulled back to my body. But this time I decide to do something I rarely do: I try to see what's happening. As I'm being pulled back to my body (that's just what it feels like) I can sort of see light flashing past me, dull steaks. Then I wonder if.. yes! I can see my hands! But they're not my hands.. they're.. translucent. Sort of like energy hands. I move them around as I'm being pulled backwards. Then I'm pulled into my room and my outstretched hands scrape the tapestry hanging on my wall. I can't move now. My feet are at the head of the bed. I feel as if someone is holding me down. Sleep paralysis? But no it feels like this other semi lucid dream where some black shadow was holding me down. I fought against it and am able to move. While I'm just laying in bed wondering if I'm dreaming or not I hear a voice right at my ear "BOO!" It scares the shit out of me and I fall into another dream. Now I'm in a cluttered room. I laugh to myself because that was kind of funny. There's a small cat or dog here with me. It looks like a mix of both. I call it to come to me and it does. It licks my hand. That calms me down and I wake up again. My head feels like I just did shrooms. I pick up my phone to write this all down and my phone and my hands seem -- unrealistic? Compared to that dream. Or rather they both fell the same.