Alyssa

No lucidity tonight, and a few pretty mundane dreams. But, I am relieved to see that my recall is better again, it was bad last week.

#1
I'm sitting at a table in a restaurant. There's a woman sitting beside me, and I have the impression that she cares about me. A man that I barely know sits across from us, he's the woman's friend, not mine. I look at the menu and realize that there's not much here that I can eat, although I don't know what the restrictions on my diet are. When the waitress comes I order a salad. The woman beside me acts concerned; she scolds the man for choosing this restaurant again, and asks if I want to go somewhere else where I can get more to eat, but I tell her I'm fine.
We're sitting near the kitchen so that I can hear the busboys. They're talking about something that had happened the night before, one of them mentions a knife and the other is concerned that he's going to lose his job, but I don't know exactly what they're talking about and then the dream dissolves and I wake up.

#2
I'm in a Chapters bookstore with a girl I used to know in high school named Carmen. We've been walking and drinking coffees, but mine is empty, and I walk towards the coffee shop in the store to take my cup back. At the back of the coffee shop, a woman in changing into a latex cat woman outfit for a performance. As I set my cup on the counter, I see a bag of food that no one has claimed yet, and I consider taking it, but in the end I don't.
As I walk back to where I left Carmen, I find another friend of mine who I don't see very often anymore, Jordy. She's standing by the entrance to the book store with some people that I don't know, but they don't talk. I talk with Jordy, and after a while a boy who used to make fun of us in high school walked by wearing huge glasses. Jordy laughs, but he says that he thinks they look awesome. I tell him he looks like George Jones, and Jordy laughs.
I leave her to go look for Carmen, but in the comic book section I find another old friend, Kirt. We look at the shelves for a while, I'm looking for a copy of Sandman. On the end shelf, we find a bunch of framed photographs from when we were young. Most of them are of kids that we went to public school with, that I'd mostly forgotten about. She picks up a picture of me that looks like it was taken when I was about 13. She says that it doesn't look like me, it must have been before I went all 'gothy.' I say that it was just a good phase between two periods of awkwardness.

#3
Honestly had a dream that lasted what felt like hours, about laying in bed and being frustrated that I couldn't get to sleep. I hadn't noticed the transition into sleep whatsoever, I was even still doing my mantra in the dream. When I woke up and realized it, it felt like a serious waste of dream time.

#4
I'm out in my backyard with my boyfriend Mark, and all my portfolios and binders from school are laying in the grass near the house. There is a woman further off in the yard, going through someone else's binders, stuffing pages into garbage bags, and putting what's left behind a tree. She comes over to start going through my things too, but I get angry, and tell her not to touch them.
Offended, she leaves.
Mark tells me that I'm being rude, that she's just a housekeeper trying to do her job, but I still don't want her touching my things, and I'm glad that she's gone. I pick up my things and lean them against the side of the house. We go inside.
We sit down on a couch in the basement. I try to crawl into his lap but I cant get settled and we both start laughing. For some reason I decide I'd be more comfortable outside again, and I yank open the window, but the way out is blocked by the portfolios I have stacked against the wall.

#5: the interesting one
I'm sitting in my basement with my dad when a huge, pale-but-colorful butterfly flies into the room. I watch it float around the ceiling for a while, and they it lands on the wall and I run upstairs for a camera. But when I get back down, the butterfly is gone. I go upstairs to look for it, and find my cat Tristan laying at the top of the stairs. I kneel down beside him, and ask him if he ate the butterfly. But then I notice that he has tiny wing nubs growing out of his shoulders between his fur. They're the same color as the butterfly was, and when they start growing bigger very slowly, they get the same pattern too. Shocked, I say "Tristan, you are the butterfly!" I start taking pictures of him.
My mom is standing at the kitchen counter, leaning over something, and when I look at her I see that there are wing nubs a lot like the cat's, but with no pattern, growing out of her shoulders and getting bigger. I start taking pictures of her and she gets mad. She starts yelling at me, and I dart back into the basement with my camera, where I'm alone.