I'm lucid in the sense that I can speak. But my words are slow, and incoherent.
The dream is vibrant.
I'm moving to California with my sister Angela, and my father. My parents haven't split, and I'm quite unsure why my mother isn't joining us. We're moving to San Diego, I keep wanting to tell people I'm moving to San Francisco. I keep slipping up when people ask.
I'm walking through the grocery store, I see this girl Heather, who I went to school with. She was always a bitch, for the lack of a better word. However, she see's me down one of the aisles and asks me how I am doing. I'm trying to have a conversation with her, my words are hardly understandable. I'm explaining how I'm moving, how I'm excited. She nods, nods and smiles and asks
"Are you drunk?"
I walk away.
Next, I'm in this small red car with my friend Molly. She's upset that I'm leaving, she wants me to go visit with our group of friends, so I can say my good byes. We're driving out of the parking lot, and I lose control of the car and we crash into a stump. Luckily, the car isn't in bad shape, and neither of us are hurt. We push the car off of the stump, and we continue on.
We're in this three walled room, one wall opens up to Red Rocks. String Cheese Incident is playing a concert just for me. They're sad I'm moving away. I feel the same way now. The crowd is full, we're all dancing. I could walk onto the stage and dance. It was lovely, and so happy.
I hear my sister yelling for me to pack, I lose Molly in the crowd.
I'm packing up this dark blue suit case, I'm looking around at my empty room walls. I feel stressed because my father hasn't set up an apartment to live, and insists that we don't take our mattresses. I'm angry because I want a place to sleep. He says we can live out of the car for a week, or two. Angela seems okay with this.
It ends, we're driving this car down a long highway. I never quite made it to California.