Nothing tangible

 

I have only impressions, no story-line or meanings to extract from last night's dream travels. But, as faithfully as I can, here they are:

I was in a mountain lake town which had a very open, college-y vibe. Lots of young people running around playing video games and smoking pot. They were very trusting and communal.

I was walking down by the lake, trying to scout a fishing spot or something. I wound up sinking down into watery mud at a soft spot near the shoreline. I was soaked from head to toe.

I came across a desk that was randomly placed in the shallow water area that seemed to be someone's fully functional, personal desk. I opened a drawer and, sure enough, someone's stash of weed, a pipe and other paraphernalia. 

"How trusting," I thought, "Anyone can just walk up here and take anything they want." I got the idea that no one was too concerned about it one way or the other. It's there if you need it kinda thing. I closed the drawer and left things as they were.

In a different part of town, I was in some apartment complex courtyard, lounging on a recliner. While I was semi-asleep, I became aware of someone examining a necklace I was wearing. 

It was the sun pendant that I put on at night before bed, my magical dreaming necklace, if that's a thing. I was aware of the necklace and it's connection to my real life in the dream, but it didn't really make me super lucid or anything. Just a mental note, "Hey, I wear this necklace in my real life."

I startled a bit when they touched the necklace. It was some guy who lived in the apartments. He let go of the necklace and made some innocuous comment to lessen my discomfort. He wound up inviting me to play video games at a party he was having at his house. I found an abandoned game controller on the ground and claimed it.

The party wasn't that exciting. There were lots of kids there, and the ice cream and chocolate syrup were in short supply. I squeezed the last of the small bottle of Hershey's into my mostly watery ice cream glass. 

"Sorry, that was it," I apologized to a group of sad faced kids.

And sorry, that's it for the dream recollection. Not much substance, just a weird sense of place. My real life, as boring as it is, has more going on. And that's not saying much.