02.28.07

The last dream for this month, still not a lucid...

I was in some sort of convention-like place where they had many booths with things on sale for a band called DLP, I looked at a CD/poster that showed three handsome guys on the cover with a koi [fake] that was cobalt with sky-blue cherry blossoms all over it.

I walked around, wondering what's so great about this band [that the convention is for] and listened to one of there songs, sounded like a typical J-Pop band except it was in English and they had a vocalist with a refreshing voice.

I was wandering some more [like I normally do in dreams], when I came across a guy how looked exactly like the one on the DLP poster. I mean, there were look-alikes but he was exactly alike.

"Are you, that guy in that band," I asked curiously, i wasn't a fan of the band and rich people, at least in my dreams, don't seem to unnerve me.

He nodded. He was in a white button up shirt that was unbuttoned on the two top buttons, white pants, and blondish hair.

I didn't yell or freak out, but we ended up, somehow, wandering around the convention center looking at the merchandise. No one bugged us.

We came to a booth that sold CDs and I found the one that matched the poster. I pointed it out to him and he chuckled before dragging me off elsewhere. I know that we talked about a lot of things, our lives, things we liked, but I don't remember exactly what those things were. Oh, well, I don't think he's my DreamGuide, though he's really the first DC I've ever opened up to [that aren't familiar to me in any way].

When we were 'elsewhere', aka, somewhere private, we both sat down on a ledge, just being all quiet. I had no idea why where there but I didn't bother to ask.

I finally had the nerve to look at him, eye-to-eye, and we just ended up kissing, thrice. The first time, I was nervous since it would be my first kiss, his lips were warm against mine. [Oddly enough I was thinking about some guy in some book I read, not fully expecting a kiss, but my mind was blank after that]

We broke the kiss and then kissed again, this time I was less rigid and he, more passionate. That kiss lasted longer. When we kissed for the third time, I freaked out, it finally sunk in that I had kissed someone for the first time. He seemed to understand that it wasn't him and it was me. I think I left him, shocked, the dream ending right when I realized, 'hey, this' got to be a dream...'

The second dream was more vague, well, is more vague now, because it was cut short from my alarm clock and from my need to throw up [which didn't happen because throwing up for me is the worst, if you've had a serious migraine before then you can relate]. I was in an office/building trying to get to the top floor, floor 41, but as soon as the elevator, and a nice one at that, got to the top floor, it wouldn't open and went down to the 2nd floor. I spent the whole dream trying to get to the 41st floor and complaining to people about the elevator. It was a nice elevator though, sanded glass designs on one wall, stainless steel on the others, plain Plexiglas above the sanded glass, a turquoise wall behind that, soft carpet, and it was spacious, the rest of the building seemed rather cruddy.