Background:
This is the second sleep journal that I am taking as part of my adventure into the grey matter that floats above my shoulder. I got to bed around 11pm and woke up at 5am to write part 1, fell back asleep and woke up at 8 am to write these (part 2) notes.
Primary Keywords:
bicycle
Dream Notes:
i was at a place that looked like my workplace but only in very minor ways. However, in my dream I was working. When i went through a door I thought I was going to bathroom. I was locking door but it did not lock. Incedentally, oriental people standing behind me / walking behind me but then they disappeared (dream tourists). Then i saw some bikes. There was a bike in a storage area, it was green and had front tire removed(typical for storing of bikes) There was another bike on a shelf and I was trying to get bike by climbing a ladder. I could not get to it (strange force holding me back).
Then the guy from my local YMCA was at the bike shop and gave a me bike. I was very thankful and offered to pay but he wouldn’t let me. On top of that he gave me some change, was a quarter and nickle i think.
I had a backpack with me and remember trying to put stuff in backpack. Vague. The overall setting for the dream was a bike repair shop. In the one room was a storage / mess area and the second room was the repair area. In the repair area i moved a bike against the wall. A guy that looked like robin williams (I think he was supposed to be the safety inspector where I work at in real life) showed up. I told him I moved bike because it was a tripping hazard.
On the one wall there was a big bike. Oddly, it was a ladies bike and was pink in color. I admired the bike but knew I could not ride it because I am a man.
This is strange and perhaps promising: While dreaming I thought I was writing sleep journal notes, but then woke and realized that was part of dream. I was intently trying to write my sleep journal while I was dreaming.
Analysis:
I’m very nervous about a bike ride I have coming up and I would like to get a new bike but I can’t afford it. Many of the other strange details have symbolism that I can not comprehend at this time.
Filed under: Sleep Journal, Lucid Dreaming, Sleep Journal