SilverWolf's Sleep Sessions

Tried to WILD while taking a nap. It didn't work, so I rolled over turning it into a MILD attempt. I didn't get lucid, but (perhaps most importantly at this stage of my LDing journey), I actually remembered my dream. The oddest part? The dream is very similar to last nights dream--possibly the same one, given how little of last night's dream I remember!


August 14, 6:00 pm

I'm outside, working in the yard with dad, mom, and someone else that I don't know and who never even interacted with me. In fact, where my mother and father very clear, he was fuzzy and I never really saw his face with any clarity.

I can remember something sparks a shouting match between me and my dad, just like in last nights dream. However, I either can't remember what we were arguing about, or I never really knew in the dream. I'm not entirely sure which is the case. I don't even really know what the full conversation was about, just a few things we said to eachother.

I remember dad saying something that REALLY ticked me off, got me furious. I flung the tool I was using (it was either a shovel or a rake, I never saw the end of it), watching it bounce into the air after tossing it, and slamming down again (oddly, just like a real shovel or rake would. Nice physics, subconscious!), and I screamed "See?! I'm sick of this effing bull***! I'm leaving!" Dad proceeds to ask me just what I'm going to do, where I'm going to go; I have no job, and no way to make money (I'm still going to college, so not much of a career there, is it?). I tell him that I don't care, I'll find something. I'm NOT staying here.
I grab my bicycle and start to pedal down the driveway. I take a left right, and that is when dad starts to throw rocks at me! They start out as just chunks of the gravel in our driveway, but gradually increase in size until they are getting quite dangerous. I'm not scared though, I'm too ticked off. I get to the hill--the same one that is really there when you take a right IRL, except the hill is a LOT taller. Dad is still throwing rocks at me--dangerously large ones I might add--, and I start to shield my head with my forearms as I pedal forward, trying to get up this long hill. I remember thinking that if I could just get over that hill, everything would feel better, dad would stop throwing the rocks, and I'd get away. Then, the alarm wakes me up


What is interesting, is unlike most other dreams I have written here, and others I can remember from the past, this dream actually took place at my real, current home. Everything even looked the same, down to the powerline in our driveway. I also wonder who that other person was, the one I could never really see clearly....HMMMM. Methinks my subconscious is trying to tell me something with this one.

~SilverWolf~