Dreaming of Flying Through Ireland
Nov. 26th, 2017 09:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kybearfuzzIt's rare for me to dream about having super-powers, and when I do, it's usually never a surprise while I'm in the dream. The dream started out with me literally flying over a large body of water. It was raining and I was actually loving it. I zoomed over the water until I came to the coast in Ireland.
At some point I came upon a castle or a large complex. I knew I wasn't supposed to be there, but I wanted to get to the top and take some photos of the landscape. I was leaping from ledge to ledge. Leaping heights seemed to be more uncertain for me as I kept misjudging the distance. Why I didn't just fly to the top, I don't know.
While sitting on one ledge, I found a notebook and pencil. Before I could check out the book, I saw an audio recorder that was kicking on and off. It looked an old walkman and I worried that my moving about was triggering it. I took the pencil for some reason and leaped down to leave.
I ended up in a pub, having a fun conversation with the barkeep and the other locals. It was a weekday as "The Price is Right" was on and everything was in Euro prices. The barkeep was shutting down for a few minutes to go do something. I started gathering my stuff, but everyone was staying. I remember looking at a local map on the wall, debating on where to go next.
The next thing I know, I'm naked, in a separate room. I strutted back into the main pub area and everyone was still there. Several folks were surprised, but I just walked to my table, grabbed my clothes and started dressing.
After getting my clothes back on and putting my backpack on my shoulder, I stopped by the door to say goodbye to everyone. A lady at the bar with a beer was laughing and commented that I should have kept up the show. She asked me if I had a girlfriend. I replied that I didn't and that I didn't have a boyfriend either. She looked surprised and asked if I swung that way. I told her that I was gay. She told me that the barkeep wasn't a fan of gay people as he thought they were "wicked" (I can't remember the exact word used, but it was something like this). I told her that I did just streak through an Irish pub, something I always wanted to do.
The lady at the bar told the barkeep that I was gay. The look on his face was one of surprise. We had been joking for a long time while I was there, so I guess that he never figured it out.
I never got his full reaction as Milo the Cat head-butted my chin to wake me up and feed him.
At some point I came upon a castle or a large complex. I knew I wasn't supposed to be there, but I wanted to get to the top and take some photos of the landscape. I was leaping from ledge to ledge. Leaping heights seemed to be more uncertain for me as I kept misjudging the distance. Why I didn't just fly to the top, I don't know.
While sitting on one ledge, I found a notebook and pencil. Before I could check out the book, I saw an audio recorder that was kicking on and off. It looked an old walkman and I worried that my moving about was triggering it. I took the pencil for some reason and leaped down to leave.
I ended up in a pub, having a fun conversation with the barkeep and the other locals. It was a weekday as "The Price is Right" was on and everything was in Euro prices. The barkeep was shutting down for a few minutes to go do something. I started gathering my stuff, but everyone was staying. I remember looking at a local map on the wall, debating on where to go next.
The next thing I know, I'm naked, in a separate room. I strutted back into the main pub area and everyone was still there. Several folks were surprised, but I just walked to my table, grabbed my clothes and started dressing.
After getting my clothes back on and putting my backpack on my shoulder, I stopped by the door to say goodbye to everyone. A lady at the bar with a beer was laughing and commented that I should have kept up the show. She asked me if I had a girlfriend. I replied that I didn't and that I didn't have a boyfriend either. She looked surprised and asked if I swung that way. I told her that I was gay. She told me that the barkeep wasn't a fan of gay people as he thought they were "wicked" (I can't remember the exact word used, but it was something like this). I told her that I did just streak through an Irish pub, something I always wanted to do.
The lady at the bar told the barkeep that I was gay. The look on his face was one of surprise. We had been joking for a long time while I was there, so I guess that he never figured it out.
I never got his full reaction as Milo the Cat head-butted my chin to wake me up and feed him.
