Wednesday morning I am in a lucid dream. The dream environment is my Plymouth house. Two incredibly loud bangs happen mid-air. Nothing physical has fallen. Nothing physical has exploded. It’s pure sound that is so thunderous I immediately awaken. The veil between the dream and the awakening is invisible to my conscious mind. The only difference is that the sound occurred in the dream. Not in the waking world. As far as I know.
Illegal Crossing of the Brown Paper Border Wall
Our dream group is meeting in a large two-story space. It’s Peter’s dream. He has shared a few details when Bonnie interrupts and says my dream has an identical theme. I am standing behind a large brown paper wall, like the backdrop to a theater stage. I tear a hole in it shaped like an arrowhead, creating a small window through which I disperse copies of my dream. I start to read my dream and Peter becomes livid. This shocks me into remembering that he is The Dreamer. Immediately I apologize but it is too late. He and Pat have marched down the staircase to the lower level. I realize that I must leave our group for good and I am heartbroken. I depart from the house, sobbing, and get into my car. It is parked on a dirt road, facing the wrong direction. I have to turn it around in order to get to the exit road.
I woke up worried that this could be a precognitive dream.