SammyTheSnake

Dream one:
I'm with my brother and a couple of randoms and I'm tying a knot to keep a sail tied onto the top of its mast, I do a clove hitch and a loop round turn with a highwayman's hitch to hold it in place, explaining to the randoms that it's a good idea to have a quick release knot in case of emergencies.

Jofish takes the small boat and starts sailing it around the very shallow lake we're in (I'm still standing in the water watching him do turns and even a couple of jumps in the boat)

[I wake up to my alarm and then fall back to sleep in what I guess was technically not a FA because I did actually wake up and turn my alarm off.]

Dream two:
I'm trying to get up but I'm lying in bed with my eyes really struggling to open. I take the fact that I can just about see what looks like reality as an indication that I'm awake after all even though struggling to open my eyes is a dream sign (it usually means my light box is shining in my face and my dream imagery is struggling to be seen). I get up and start telling Jofish about the dream he was in while trying to get up to make breakfast. I go downstairs and have to step over my dad who's sleeping on the floor in the dining area on the way to the kitchen - I'm back at my childhood home and am not surprised to find him here. Mum's got a large light box and I "remember" that she got prescribed one. My dream logic tells me that this is why I'm struggling to see.

I get to the kitchen and start rifling through the fridge to find breakfast things, but it's full of housemates' stuff, then turns out to be the oven, but the fridge next to the oven is in much the same state of cluttered mess. I throw out some obviously moldy stuff and am giving up on finding what I'm looking for when I realise there's another fridge on the other side of the kitchen and that does contain useful breakfast things.

I start trying to fry some bacon still seeing through the slits of barely openable eyes. I manage to get some bacon onto my flat griddle thingumy and start frying it. I decide I need to add some more bacon so I try to arrange the bacon so that the already started stuff doesn't over cook, then I add an egg and have to shuffle everything around again. I just about manage to find the plastic fish slice I need to flip things over without scratching the nonstick pan, after getting a little distracted by piles of washing up and having to feel my way around because my eyesight is so poor.

In the process of shuffling items around the pan and adjusting the heat of the hob, and moving the griddle pan around to ensure the heat is under the items that need it rather than under the things that don't, I've somehow ended up almost sitting on the hob and realise that my left knee is getting uncomfortably hot and I almost set my trousers on fire.

[Again, I wake up to my alarm (it's on a 10 minute snooze) and again manage to fall asleep straight into a dream.]

Dream three:
Again, I'm telling somebody about the stream I just had, again I'm trying to make breakfast. I remember telling the egg that I have to cut its yolk in half to make it cook at the right speed to be ready at the same time as the rest of the food. Again I'm struggling to open my eyes.

[Again, the alarm thing! This time I roll over to face away from my light box half thinking I might attempt a WILD as I'm obviously in the right timing for it to work]

Fragment:
The dream that arrives is yet another one of me telling somebody about my dream and the frustration of missing two dream sign crammed FAs in a row, and I don't realise the irony that I'm doing it again. I realise that I can't keep prattling about dreams because after that many alarms, I need to get on with getting ready for work, so I wake up to get to and ready for work.

SO MANY MISSED CHANCES!

With a bunch of Jubilee people heading to a meeting slash conference in an old fashioned church building. I'm torn between sitting with somebody I sort of fancy and playing it cool (can't remember who it was that I was crushing on) I end up sitting on the row in front of her. There's some conversion about the way the conference is organised this time around, with cars parking on site rather than in separate car parks.

I'm outside of the meeting wandering to another building which contains some kind of dormitory. There's a couple of loaves of rustic looking bread on the wall beside a pond, which doesn't seem to have any purpose or meaning (but appear again later on) and down some steps there are other conference delegates and we just hang out a bit.

Everyone else seems to be heading off to the next meeting but for some reason it's a meeting I'm not going to. I laze around a bit and have a snooze. I wake up feeling a bit miffed that I haven't got a dream to journal. It's rained a little while I was resting, the bread looks tempting but is all soggy from the rain and I'm disappointed because I kinda fancied some.

FA - I wake up back at the meeting, I've been sleeping with my head on my crossed arms resting on a little desk for making notes. I think about the dream I just had and think about journaling it, then I realise where I am is a dream location and GET LUCID!

I glance at the people sitting next to me and realise that they're just a dream and I don't have to sit through a meeting I'm not in the mood for. I say "fuck this" and get out of my chair a little clumsily, nearly tripping over the other nearby chairs. I hover forward feeling very excited at being lucid again after a dry patch.

I spot Jofish sitting at a backward facing take at the front of the room. I say "hey Jo, I'm lucid!" He doesn't look all that impressed, so I hover a foot or so of the ground and say "Look! This is a dream!" He still doesn't seem to care and I remember that he's also just a DC and it really doesn't matter what he thinks. I float to the back of the room and people are starting to leave. I look at all their faces, noting that I don't recognise most of them. They are a variety of ages, including some older folk, which is a little surprising because Jubilee is sadly short on that front. I spot a nice looking young lady and start imagining how to get in her pants. The bunch of us start heading back to the campsite and I realise chasing tail isn't the highest calling in a lucid dream, so I start practicing flying along the path. I struggle to get any altitude by jumping (up to about 5 metres but coming back to a few feet above the ground) I try floating because when you jump, you come down, but floating doesn't come with that expectation. Still only a few feet up. I try doing a Superman pose and flying fast but can only go at a rather boring swift walk pace (at which speed, the Superman pose feels a little silly)

I remember the TOTM Basic Task of getting naked, so I turn back to the bunch of people I was walking with, I'm just a bit ahead of them from my flying practice. I rip off my shirt and they all notice that something odd is going on. Because they're *my* DCs, they know why I'm doing this and they're all a little expectant. I aim to pull my trousers down leaving my boxers to last but my boxers come down with my trousers. Immediately, the several young ladies in the group start throwing themselves at me, jostling for the privilege of being unusually nice to me. Then I wake up feeling a little bit miffed that my libido managed to hijack my dream even though I'd decided to do something different but still feeling a little pleased that I was so suddenly popular, even if only with my subconscious!

Apparently, starring a dream feeling horny can set certain expectations...