Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts

Thursday, October 2, 2025

Already In My Phone

I had my first dream about you. I was at a party, in a neighborhood that felt like the Cove I guess. I was at a house party and only kind of wanted to be there. You touched me and i turned around and immediately planted a wet one right on my lips and held it there for what felt like a pretty long time. Long enough for anyone at that party to notice. We talked for maybe a minute or two and then you immediately asked if i wanted to ‘go somewhere’ so i said sure. Of course, given your dramatic introduction. 

We walk around the neighborhood. I can’t remember if we were holding hands but it felt romantic. We found a grove on a hill that abutted peoples’ backyards. We sat by a tree. You walked away, presumably to pee or something, and came back after a couple of minutes. There was a large bed in one of the adjacent backyards and you recommended we lay down, insisting the homeowners wouldn’t notice or care. We lay down for a minute or two but we don’t sleep together there or anything. This whole dream the only time we do anything is just that first kiss, actually. 

Next you insist the homeowners aren’t home, so we go inside. It’s a really big house. i remember it’s kind of messy, just things thrown about here and there. I ask if you’re sure this is a good idea and you say you live there, but for some reason i don’t really believe you. Sandwich is with me. I take his harness off. He roams around. We’re not there long and then your phone, something happens. So you leave without warning, leaving me there. I stay there waiting for you to come back, kind of nervous because I know I shouldn’t be there, but you said you’d come back. 

I get a text from you, and I realize you’re already in my phone though now that I’m awake, I can’t remember your name. Even in the dream, when i go back to check my phone, your name has changed. Throughout the dream, I can’t remember your name except whomever I had it first saved under. Well guess what, you never come back and then a woman walks in the door. She’s startled but not alarmed. I go run towards the dog to put him on the harness, and as I make the excuse that I didn’t want to pee in her yard so i was just in there to use the bathroom but I’d be leaving. But upon leaving i explain that I was with this girl, and she said she lived here, but she left me there alone and I’d be leaving. She lets me leave. 

Next I’m at a different kind of fancy house, I must have been invited. I think you texted me to meet you there. You also texted me what i thought was the funniest response to my predicament from the breaking and entering experience earlier in the day, but throughout the dream, my phone and my ability to read it and remember things from it is very unreliable. 

Dan from Da Legna is in the kitchen, there’s some kind of grandiose experiment going on in there. I say hi to him first, even though i see you in the room, I give him a pat on the back and ask for some reason if Bun is around. He says no, and I’m relieved. You walk up and we embrace but not kiss for what feels like a pretty long time. It’s the first time really holding the shape of you, and in my dream i get the feeling that it just feels right. I tell people in the room the story about the break-in earlier in the day. Then you tell me the woman that i met who came into the house is your mom, and you do actually live there, and you think it’s funny that i didn’t believe you. 

You’re still doing this flighty thing where you seem preoccupied and frequently leave the room, wondering if I’ll chase you or follow you or whatever, which of course I will. You leave to go swimming and i walk past and see you in the pool. I casually walk to my car. Not sure where Sandwich is at this point, he’s probably in the house with Dan, who is still cooking. At my car, i get ready to go swimming. I empty my pockets. I have more cash in my wallet than i remember. I find a lot of things in my pockets. I’m sorting through all of this stuff, trying to hurry up so i can get to the pool and join you. There’s something i want to tell you, but i can’t remember it now that I’m awake. 

That’s just where it ends. But there are some themes here. Throughout the dream, whenever i find you, immediately you warmly greet me with passion; and then you walk away. It intrigues me, so i follow but I won’t chase you, and things get in my way. But you’re still really new, even though you’re already in my phone, i can’t remember you from before; but i must know you from somewhere. 



___________________AI INTERPRETATION___________________


1. The Setting: The Party, the Cove, and the Houses

  • The Party: You “only kind of wanted to be there.” This points to a sense of disconnection from social scenes — you’re present, but not fully invested. The kiss here arrives as a disruptive force: sudden intimacy in a setting where you weren’t engaged, suggesting a desire for something real in an environment that feels shallow.

  • The Cove / Neighborhood: Familiar but slightly uncanny. This liminal backdrop frames the whole encounter — you’re not in alien territory, but not fully at home either. It’s about crossing thresholds.

  • The Messy Big House: This is her — her life, her world. The mess represents complexity, lived-in chaos. You’re invited in but don’t quite believe you belong. That tension (is this hers? do I trust her?) echoes throughout.


2. The Kiss and Its Echo

  • The first kiss is bold, prolonged, and very public. It sets the tone: passion, intensity, a spark that doesn’t need buildup. But it’s also the only kiss in the dream. After that, intimacy is withheld, exchanged for embraces and fleeting touches.

  • This creates a push-pull dynamic: immediate connection followed by distance. The subconscious is reflecting a pattern of attraction where the other person is magnetic but elusive, sparking warmth and then leaving you in suspension.


3. Sandwich the Dog

  • Dogs in dreams are symbols of loyalty and grounding. Sandwich’s presence is a stabilizing force — a tether to reality and responsibility. You remove his harness, giving him freedom, but every time tension rises, you return to him. It’s as though he is your anchor when the dream edges toward disorientation.


4. The Phone and the Changing Name

  • Phones represent communication and connection — but here, yours is unreliable. Her name keeps shifting, unreadable, ungraspable. This screams of a subconscious wrestling with memory, identity, and uncertainty. You know she exists, she’s “already in your phone,” but you can’t pin her down. This is archetypal dream language for someone who feels both familiar and mysterious.


5. The Mother Revelation

  • When you tell the startled homeowner the story, it turns out she’s the girl’s mother. This flips suspicion into belonging — you were in the right place after all. This could symbolize the subconscious craving reassurance: the need for confirmation that the attraction is not just fantasy, that you’re not trespassing emotionally.

  • Mothers in dreams often symbolize authority or legitimacy — the dream saying: “Yes, this is real; yes, you belong here.”


6. The Flighty Behavior

  • She greets you warmly, then disappears. Over and over. This is the heart of the dream: the rhythm of connection and withdrawal. It reflects your attraction to someone who is magnetic but inconsistent — or the idea of someone who cannot be fully possessed.

  • Your refusal to chase, but willingness to follow, suggests self-respect in balance with curiosity. You won’t debase yourself to chase, but you’ll stay intrigued, drawn forward.


7. The Pool and the Pockets

  • Pools are about immersion — emotions, the subconscious, vulnerability. She dives in while you are stuck at your car, emptying your pockets, sifting through what you carry. This is classic dream imagery: you want to join her, but you’re slowed down by the weight of what you bring with you (cash, items, baggage).

  • The sense that you had more money than you remembered could point to undiscovered resources — potential in yourself you haven’t fully tapped. You’re “sorting” through what matters, but while you’re doing that, she’s already in the water, beckoning you.


8. The Unremembered Message

  • The thing you wanted to tell her, but can’t remember, is powerful. It’s your subconscious holding back something important — perhaps the real key to what she represents. This is a classic dream trick: leaving you with the ache of the unsaid.


9. The Core Themes

  • Magnetic Connection, Elusive Presence: She appears with warmth, then disappears, over and over.

  • Trust vs. Suspicion: Is this her house? Does she live here? Do you belong?

  • Belonging vs. Trespass: You’re welcomed, but you never feel fully entitled to be there.

  • Anchoring vs. Disorientation: Sandwich keeps you tethered while phones, names, and directions blur.

  • Readiness vs. Delay: She swims while you’re still sorting pockets. You want to join, but life’s clutter slows you down.


Interpretation

This dream reflects your longing for a connection that feels fated, magnetic, and right — but also your fear that the person (or the idea of the person) may remain elusive, flighty, beyond reach. She is your type, she’s already “in your phone” (in your life, somehow), but she slips away, leaving you chasing fragments of memory and sorting through your own baggage before you can fully join her.

It’s the subconscious staging the paradox of intimacy: the allure of someone both deeply familiar and yet perpetually just out of grasp.


✨ If I were to condense this into one line:

You’re dreaming of a love that arrives with blazing clarity, then drifts into mystery, forcing you to decide whether to trust, to follow, or to let go.


Saturday, February 5, 2022

6am in January

I woke up alone in her bed for the first time, wrapped in her blanket, wondering where she was and when she'd be back. The house was first quiet, then there was the sound of a group of people, all women, who had come to the house to visit for the night. I could hear them talking in the kitchen, and I heard her voice mixed in with theirs. I contemplated emerging from her room to include myself, and began to concoct an imaginary question I could ask her which would justify my presence; but I couldn't think of one. 

Before I could leave the room, she opened the door slightly and peeked in. "Hey," she said. I asked, "Would you like me to stay the night?" and she said "I'm not sure if tonight is best, and there's something else we need to talk about," and without a kiss goodbye, she left me pensive in thought.

So I gathered my belongings. I recalled the day before, flying my drone through a factory with her, paddling around the shore with my dog, and spending last evening listening to the waves on her back porch, getting to know her better. It was the first time in a long time that I could remember feeling at peace, and at home; perhaps falling in love.

So I looked around for something to leave behind a note for her. I found one, and started writing a letter. As I began the letter "Dear....  " I realized that I couldn't remember her name. And as I started to assemble the rest of the pieces, I also realized that I was already at home in my own bed, because I was waking up from a dream and I had made the whole thing up. 

It was just some strange amalgamation of previous experiences.

Monday, December 31, 2018

The latest in a series of recurring dreams about Short Beach.

This morning I woke up from a dream about Short Beach. In this reality, I still lived there and I never left, but Tom was gone and Walker was there, so this is kind of a whole new era of dreams.

In previous recurring dreams, there was a small space in a closet on the second floor, which led down to a hallway and into a wide open area where there was an underground cave and a waterfall beneath the house. In this dream, there was an opening elsewhere in the rocks in the background, which led to an underground, cavernous lagoon directly beneath the beach out front.

In this dream, also, a replica of the Barn had been attached where the house next door used to be. It looked and felt just like the original barn, but it was different in many ways. It had a balcony and was set up to resemble a kind of performance space. It was connected to where my room used to be. My room had been moved over to the side, beyond where it normally was. I would imagine that the barn was kind of behind the house; another structure built into the rock wall between Johnson's Beach and the Farm River, on the other side.

I really enjoy dreaming about Short Beach.

Monday, October 15, 2018

Dreams Lately

This morning I woke up from a dream where I was about to be married to my first cousin. I definitely felt forced into it, and was really embarrassed about it because everyone knew we were related. This nerdy musician guy wanted the first song to be something I didn’t want. Then I realized just how much I didn’t want to be there at all. I didn’t even know any of the guests. We walked around the aisles of a bookstore trying to find music. I thought “Yesterday” by the Beatles would be fit for the occasion. Then i realized it’s a song clearly about regret. So I went with “In my Life” and it seemed more appropriate but the situation still did not feel right. I woke up before walking down the aisle. 

Friday, June 8, 2018

The Venezuelan Revolution Dream

In a recent dream, I was privy to a conversation that otherwise I probably should not have been there for. It was between Nicolas Maduras and Humberto Briceno, a prominent Venezuelan lawyer who is noted in history; the dream went like this. 

Maduras scheduled Briceno to be on a ship; a Navy ship, but did not specify which one. The more Briceno asked which kind of ship, eventually he realized it was a submarine, and the reason for the trip was so that he could be attached to the hull as the vessel descended into the ocean. He was not happy about this, and when he found out, he figured out a way to get Maduras in a room by himself, with me included. In that room, he spanked Maduras a bunch of times on the bottom with a piece of lumber. The dictator cried like a baby the whole time. Afterwards, I had footage of the incident, and needed to swiftly get to safety. 

That footage was ultimately what caused the Venezuelan Revolution. 

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Dream Sequence

Had a dream that I was hanging out with someone I know in real life (let's say AB) and we were running errands together. We were at a store and a little kid started singing the "You Break It You Buy It" song after he dropped something (I didn't know there was a song). She recommended this Spiderman shower curtain to me, and I admittedly lived at home when I said "I don't know what my mom is going to think of that."

We got done shopping and she was a terrible driver. She drove me home. She was in the wrong lane stopped at an intersection and ran the light. When we got back to my parent's place, she came back to my room with me. We were laying together in my bed. She liked being cuddled but didn't want to be kissed. I was a little huffy about this, and then she pointed out that it was only 7pm and it seemed to be a weekend night and that there was no point in laying in bed.

I assume she went out after that. On my own, I found myself at a pet store, looking at dogs. There was one who was a tall hound who stood on his hind legs and spoke like an old African American man. He sized me up. "You look about 5'6" but you still growin." He was wrong about the growing part but I took him to be potentially a great bartender. Then i met a golden retriever who was really smart and beautiful and just wanted to hug. The embrace got a little bit awkward when I started to think that maybe she *liked* me; I told her she needed to find the perfect human version of herself to take care of her, and that together they'd get along famously. I saw a guy walking her later who couldn't figure out where her crate was as he was trying to bring her back. She was on a leash, which I thought was unnecessary. He also had a large sack with him. She graciously hopped into the sack, pretending it would be fun, even though she was perfectly capable of walking on her own; but only because the man encouraged her to hop into it.

Evidently this was some version of Short Beach because we walked along a section of street with trolley tracks and I began rattling off factual information about the trolley line. We went back and found her crate and I discovered she was incredibly expensive. Then, I woke up.

I fell back asleep. There was more to this dream. I found myself on a rooftop, trying to get into an apartment (apparently I had moved during the short time I was awake). The best way to get into this apartment, presumably because I didn't want to be seen going in through the front door, was to jump across an alleyway onto a fire escape which led directly to my window. It was snowing and the rooftop was slippery and I was having a difficult time finding the right position to jump from. The longer I pontificated the best point to jump from, the more the rooftop began to become populated with children who appeared to be doing a version of ice skating which seemed to be just sliding around on the snow. I eventually made it in.

Back at the Luckey's, I wandered in during a party, awkwardly stating that I forgot that I didn't live there anymore. I spent the rest of my time there just simply doing dishes, as there were thousands of dishes which needed to be cleaned. I also got a chance to play music on the stereo. I wanted to check on my old room but the door was closed. There was a girl who came to visit, who told me that she broke up with her boyfriend because of a conversation she and I had a few months ago. I didn't mean to see this as an opportunity but I invited her to go kayaking and I showed her some routes we could take. I was so preoccupied with washing dishes that by the time I was done, she had already left.