r/Dreams • u/Capable-Tip736 • 7d ago
Long Dream Was in a body of a rich man's life.
The dream started with me holding an RC passenger plane. There was little awareness that it was a dream, but not full lucidity. The plane could be rotated and inspected at will. It had two propellers on each wing, the same kind used on cheaper drones. There was even a thought of strapping another toy truck to it just to see if it would still fly Kid at heart here. 😆
Looking around, the setting became clear. An extremely large room with multiple pillars, dimly lit, and filled with green plants. The ceilings stretched about 40 feet high. Shallow, rectangular ponds or pools sat just a few inches from floor level, easy to step into. Their purpose was unclear, but the water was clean and warm. I had to google what it could be just now. Possibly a courtyard spa or bathing hall in a luxurious home.
Walking through the home led to a living room with a large TV. A woman, maybe in her early 30s with a thin build and long brown hair, was inside, organizing things and barely acknowledging my presence in the room. The realization hit, she was the wife. Moving into what looked like a gaming room, the setup was mesmerizing. The love for modifying computers in real life made this dream system even more fascinating. A dual PC built into a large glass-top desk, liquid-cooled with multiple pumps. The back was open, revealing braided pipes. Some warm, some not. This marked only the second time in a year where temperature could be felt in a dream. Awe-struck, every part was inspected for about three minutes as I felt every part. The wife entered as the system was being admired. "Did I build this?" "Uh, your father helped you," she replied, sounding unenthusiastic.
Exploring further, a pile of mail caught attention. I picked out the junk mail. Groceries ad, lawn care ad, and a Burger King flyer among them. Walking up to her near the dimly lit kitchen, I asked her "Where does the recycling go?" "I don't know. Right there?" she gestured toward a bin behind the trash. After tossing the papers, there was an urge to hug her. She barely responded. "I feel different," I said, but no response came. The realization settled in, the man who had been "taken over" was wealthy but not well-liked by his own wife.
Trying to play it off, the next step was figuring out a way to ask about the debit card pin. "What's the pin to my debit card? Sorry, totally brain farting lately." "We don't use debit cards. Just the credit card. It does have a security pin. I1PP." Standing there, thoughts raced, was this guy some kind of famous YouTuber? How was this going to be played off? What if work was required? And how? Still, the dream wasn’t fully recognized as one.
The bedroom was the next stop, with the wife following. Entering, an audible "Whoa!" slipped out. The room was massive, with a table covered in party supplies, as if a big celebration was being planned. I looked at the large bed white a fluffy white comforter, bringing an uneasy feeling, like invading someone else's space. A tall goblet-shaped glass was filled with candy corn. I grabbed a few pieces and ate one. It tasted exactly as it should!
Walking back out into the main room with the pillars, the wife was now holding a toddler. Without considering it might be our child, I offered the little boy a candy corn by putting it in his mouth. "I don't want him having one," she said, removing it from his mouth. He started crying, and guilt sank in. Walking away, the confusion grew. I laid down on the fancy brick floor next to one of the shallow pools, the toddler approached, still looking for candy. He layed next to me as I was dragging my fingers through the water. "Sorry for being a jerk," was whispered. "Yes, you are," he replied in his little squeaky voice.
Getting up, the next stop was a bathroom, huge, with a walk-in shower that had three partitioned showerheads for privacy, like something out of a gym. Inside, an older teen and another boy, possibly Filipino, were showering with shorts on. Respecting their space, a quick exit was made. The thought came, how many children were actually in this household? Dreams lately had been filled with NPCs as I call them. Sometimes entire crowds. Wandering into the laundry room, there was a utility sink. Turning to the wife, I asked "Can we go for a walk?" The plan was to explain everything, to tell her that I wasn’t really her husband. She wasn’t interested. The feeling of guilt overwhelmed, and a hug was given from behind. This man must have been a real prick. How am I supposed to take care of them if I don't remember anything?
There was an entrance to what looked like a sauna room or maybe a wine room? The walls were lined with cedar but the room was empty.. Inside, a younger boy, maybe eight years old, was playing with a six-inch Luigi figure built from Legos. I asked "Can I talk to you?" A slight hesitation. "I guess..." Wrapping arms around him tightly, uncontrollable sobbing started. He started crying too, probably confused about what was happening. The sadness was heavy. It was obvious this family had been neglected. Crying harder, lucidity finally hit. A fleeting thought, could my actual wife, lying next to me in bed, hear me crying? Then, waking up. Turning to her, most of the dream was shared. I asked if she heard me crying but she said no. She went back to sleep while I was lying there for twenty minutes, trying to make sense of what had just been experienced and to remember more details.
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7d ago
That was my thought. I've had a few of these the past year but short and vague.