The Whistle
This was a long, very vivid, and quite stable dream. The third (bathroom) sequence did have unstable elements and changing scenery, but even there it was not severe. The first, second, and fourth sequences were very solid.
First Sequence: Twilight lighting. I was in a suite of connected rooms with a woman of about 30 or so. In a series of short scenes we were lounging on one of or another of the a couple of couches, hugging, kissing, and petting, more and more heavily. She was slowly yielding to my touch, but kept telling me she would not unless I swore to be absolutely faithful to her for the rest of our lives. Not wishing to tell an outright lie, but uncertain if I was willing to go to that extreme, I kept hedging. In each successive scene though, I had gained just a little more territory.
Second Sequence: I and the lady were standing facing each other, completely naked, both wet and beaded with sweat. With both hands I caressed here body gently, using long vertical strokes. Her body was very small and quite slender, but with a good shape and had a very feminine feel to it. We did not speak.
Third Sequence: Very dark. I needed to pee. I left the room I was in to go to a bathroom. The first one I tried was being used for something by (my brother ?). I knew where another was but made a wrong turn in the near darkness and entered a bedroom where someone was sleeping. I left this room and looked in another bedroom where someone was under the covers on the bed. I presumed this was my lady from the previous scenes and felt I should get back to here to sleep with her as soon as I could.
Finally, getting the right door to the bathroom, I found it also occupied by (my brother's girlfriend ?) doing some washing. I decided I would have to go around to (my mother's ?) bathroom, which I did. Going in I found it to be quite hung with stockings and other cloths, but unoccupied. I found the usual fixture and started using it. (My mother ?) called to me that if I kept the other bathrooms in order I wouldn't have to use this one. I replied they were fine, but occupied at the moment, so I had to use this one. Meanwhile, the fixture had changed into a box of screws and other hardware. Deciding they might be useful sometime, I stopped and turned to the side of the room and tried using a sort of long pit there, but it was full of things too.
Fourth Sequence: Giving up bathrooms, I figured I would just use a bush and went outside. Bright twilight. I went to the side of the house, but noticed there was a curving road right out front, and traffic on it was coming right my way. I went back around to the front of this house looking for a secluded spot, but there just weren't enough bushes anywhere. I buttoned up my pants and headed out into a field with some trees in it, hoping to find a suitable spot, although it didn't look too promising.
Quit bright lighting. When I was well out into this field of tall yellow grass, (a bit shorter than wheat height) I saw a van or truck leave the highway and coming right my way across the field. I turned to face it, realizing it was trying to run me down. I reached down and pulled a rock from the loose soil, and as the truck got to me, I jumped aside and threw the rock through the side window at the driver. It didn't hit him squarely, but the truck stopped. I found another rock.
At this moment, a large man wearing a cowboy hat came from the cluster of trees and shouted at the man in the truck. When he got to the truck, he asked the driver what he was doing. The driver replied that he owned these fields and didn't want people wandering around in them. The big man asked what proof he had of ownership. The driver replied he didn't have any with him, but that only the younger folk who came out into these fields ever claimed he didn't own them. The big man made some disparaging comment and the truck drove away.
The two of us headed for the nearby group of trees (eucalyptus ?), but before we were among them I spotted a little reed whistle in the grass. It was less than four inches long and about 3/8 inch in diameter with several finger holes. I knew it would be very shrill and thought it might be a bird call of some sort. I blew a few notes, one long, another long a little higher, and a series of short up and down notes. I heard the last few notes of an imitating reply, like an echo, but I was sure it must be a bird. I whistled again with the same results. The big man complained the whistle was too shrill and headed away in the direction of the house.
I tried the whistle again several times, changing the notes at the end. The reply was always just as I had played it, but too long to be an echo. Besides, I could see there was nothing for an echo to bounce from, the hills were very far away. The reply was also too dispersed for me to tell exactly where it was coming from, so I wondered if it could be appearing in my head instead of being an actual sound. I felt this must be some kind of magical bird. I blew the whistle harder and harder, trying to make it jump to a higher register, to such a high pitch it would be beyond hearing, but I didn't quite succeed.
I was facing the direction of the house, a little way from the trees,
just after blowing the whistle as hard as I could when I woke up.
End.
The whistle scene and the caressing scene were particularly intense and vivid. They made a deep and lasting impression on my waking consciousness. The bathroom sequences were of a more normal dream intensity, but noteable in that I did not, in my waking state, need to use the bathroom. Even hours later when I got up I was not under any pressure. I was too deeply immersed in this dream to have been aware of dreaming. No, I am not withholding a sequence between opening scene and the caressing sequence.
2023 Comment: Similar dysfunctional bathroom scenes have occurred now and then over the years, and it has been common that I did not actually need to use the bathroom upon waking.