Dream Diary - Lucid

1.

I am in a car, a small red car, driving up a hill. It is dark and raining. It is very foggy, and I cannot see. My sister and her partner are sitting in the backseat. The energy is intense: everyone feels tight. The nerves are strung high. Considering the slippery streets, I am going fast, perhaps too fast. I am driving on a six-lane street. A massive truck emerges from the fog as I drive in one lane. The truck is larger than a normal-sized vehicle. It is giant-sized. The windows are tinted, so we cannot see inside. I change lanes to avoid a head-on collision. In the next lane, the same thing occurs. I am bewitched by how easily I can navigate the small car in the water. My sister and her partner are clasping hands. No one speaks. I am calm as I transition into the final sixth lane. The curb presses up against a cement blockade. The rain shakes the car as I press my foot to the pedal. My entire body hums. My hands are dry and strong on the leather car wheel. I feel it before it appears: the final truck. It’s headlights loom over us. My sister screams. I sigh; I am bored by the repetition. I see a small gap between truck five and truck six. I shift gears and slither into the wee space that no one can see but me.

2.

I am on a sailboat with my ex-beau. He has brought a few friends. We are navigating terrific waves and wind. There is a storm brewing. It was a sunny, cloudless day when we left. I’m sitting on the ledge, perched up higher than anyone else. I’m wearing a red bathing suit. My hair is down against my shoulders. I feel warm. I feel happy. I feel free. As the sun sets, a dazzling spray of orange, purple, and gold light is against the sea. The light beams bounce and shatter. I dangle my arm past the side of the boat and let my fingers dip into the cold. As the sun disappears into the water, clouds appear. They are fat and heavy. The sky is black. The boys pull out sweaters and loose pants. I procure my white linen shawl and drape it over my shoulders. As the wind whistles overhead, the waves lap higher and higher. The boat tilts side to side, and I fall to the floor. As the boat sways left, I lean to the right. The water that splashes up onto the boat is cold and feels like needles puncturing my skin. A massive crest comes toward the ship, and as the sailboat is pulled under, I am flung from my seat and up into the sky. I look down and adjust the setting so that I land in the water. It is cold, and I am pulled down. I can see my hands, so white like porcelain underwater. I kick and kick and kick until I break the surface and take a deep breath; I feel free.

3.

I am on an island. I took a ferry to arrive. I don’t know where I am. I have a small red bag filled with my things and a suitcase on wheels. I walk for miles alone, pulling the suitcase over bumps and rocks on the road. I find a cabin and go inside. It is clean, and the windows let in the sunlight. I set the backpack aside and unzipped the large suitcase. Inside, I’ve hidden a girl with dark hair. She is in pieces. I take out her feet. I take out her legs. I take out her torso. I take out her arms. I take out her head. I put her together. I assemble her person as I would a puzzle, gently pressing the pieces together. I comb her hair and press my fingers to her eyelids. She opens them. We go for walks together in the woods. She helps me set up my camera to shoot yoga videos. We cook together. She has a bright personality; she is full of energy and pronouncements. We share the same bed. I am comfortable with her, though realize I do not know how to be intimate with another person. This face frustrates me, and I take her apart piece by piece and put her back in the luggage. I zip up the suitcase and leave it by the door.

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