non-lucid

Dream 1(fragments):

I was watching a few yogscast minecraft videos, one of them was about some kind of pvp castle level and there were more weapons than usual minecraft.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing some FPS, going through some indoor areas and there were some characters, later i was on rooftops, searching for path and jumping between them, and was complaining that skybox ceiling is too low.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was playing some shmup which was horizontal danmaku style, i was controlling spaceship and enemies were using some kind of abstract designs. Then there was boss fight.

Dream 4:

I was testing what apparently was some warcraft 3 level that was created by me and SilentEternity was helping. The map was coop in some castle and we were controlled some hero units and had to survive against waves of enemies with increasing difficulty. Enemies were some kind of mutants and enemy had hero unit as well, which was more powerful than our with SilentEternity heroes together, also there were some AI controlled ally units, but they were pretty weak. We ended up running our heroes around whole map and the play was interrupted by a few cutscenes where some dwarf with huge hammer was teleporting in and trying to attack the enemy hero. Then later on, another cutscene activated, but this time our heroes were together with dwarf, then cutscene screwed up because i apparently made an error in some script, so i had to go fix it.
After that we have switched to starcraft 2, another custom map which immediately started with some cutscene about heroes and some talk, when it ended the map itself started and it was pretty snowy. We started in south part and had three heroes under our control, one of which was some kind of assassin with a hood, cyan hair and a tatoo on one of arms, SilentEternity was curious about him. We moved north-west and reached river, i took control of some building that could produce some units including one unit that looked green dragon-like. After some scouting we have found out that there are three AI zerg bases on the map which we had to destroy, and they were expanding quickly, then suddenly SilentEternity had zerg base under his control as well so we started attacking enemy base to the north, then we found out about backdoor path to enemy bases through some mountains.

3rd person. A military camp at night, raining hard, ground's mostly mud, the dogs and eagles used for running messages are having a rough time of it - at which point the dream switches to 1st person. I'm standing outside the dream, watching it, complaining to a woman with me about the use of animal messengers. "These people can create magic doorways linking one place to another, why are they still using messengers? Why do they even have supply lines?" She tries to say it's probably just shorthand, but I'm not impressed by this excuse. It annoys me that magic is only being used for flashy combat techniques and such when it could be put to so much better logistic use, it's a complete waste of manpower.

The next ASOIAF book comes out, and I skim the first few chapters and find a pleasant surprise: another Melisandre POV chapter. I settle in to read.

3rd person, following a woman who works at a newsstand that former president Bush II used to walk past every day as part of his routine, a long time ago. Now he's here with a bandage around his head, blood showing through, looking dazed. This happens twice. Both times he's found and picked up by his own security, but the woman is thinking to herself he 'looks the way he did in 2004,' meaning on the verge of death. The second time this happens he nearly walks into traffic, looking as if this isn't something he wants to do but is unable to stop himself. Unable to think straight, his mind is following an old routine.

A woman took me back to her home and left me to sleep, and now I'm hiding behind a door and watching her tend to a crying man, seeming to comfort him. In actuality, the scarf she wears around her hair is soaked in tears; this is how the witch feeds.

(Woke up with comparisons to Circe on my mind for that last one. Back to sleep.)

3rd person following a couple who meet for lunch every day, sitting at the outdoor tables of a cafe in a major city. He's a writer, and she used to read his stories during her breaks and tell him what she thought at lunch, but with this most recent book she finds she's got less and less time for it and finds herself making excuses: "I had a few moments in class, but..." He dislikes that she seems to feel obligated to read it, and tries to tell her there's no reason she should be spending all her free time on his writing, but when he says this out loud it just sounds like they're drifting apart. He gives her a peck on the cheek as they stand up from the table, and as he leaves he passes two women bending their heads together for a kiss.

I'm running some kind of transdimensional superhero team (though everyone here's wearing suits and ties, thank god, or casual clothes in Banner's case; no spandex in sight), and we've just encountered this reality's version of Superman, a version who grew up not on Earth but as the only living creature on a dead planet, raised by recordings, never understanding what had happened to everybody else.

Note: This dream is pretty perverted. There is no actual sex involved, but you've been warned.

I just had one of the best dreams ever. I remember I was at a party with my dad (some stuff happened beforehand, but I can't recall the details). I told everybody I was going home and I was instantly in my room. I don't remember why, but I thought someone was breaking into my apartment, so I grabbed my flashlight (the only potential weapon in my room) and I went to investigate. There was a very attractive blonde girl standing there,messing with something on the wall. I asked, "What the hell are you doing?" or something like that. As one might expect, she was surprised. The first strange thing I noticed about her was that she was extremely tall, so I told her something along the lines of, "Wow, you are really fucking tall!" She must've been about 7-9ft., though her height distorted and changed throughout the dream. The next odd thing I noticed was her ass -- it was the biggest, most perfect ass I had ever seen! I decided to sweet-talk her, so I said, "Can I just tell you you have the greatest ass ever?" She wasn't offended at all. I started kissing and spanking her ass cheek, which she seemed to like. I asked, "How old are you?" and she replied, "I'm eighteen." I said, "Well, I'm sixteen, so... is that legal?" but it was obvious that neither of us cared. After flirting some more, I made out with her. I've never kissed a girl before, so this was all new to me. Our toungues felt colder and slimier than I had expected, but I didn't care. It all felt good. For a first kiss, I think I did pretty well.

Unfortunately, the dream ended shortly after that. I think she told me her name at some point, but I forgot it.

9:45 A.M.

I’m on the school bus sitting on the left side (as I did IWL).

Two kids in the front seat pass me a petition with a small list of names written on it. When I look at the top section, I see it’s actually a will for one of the kid’s (can’t tell if they were a girl or boy) mother who drowned herself. Her last name was the same as mine. I wrote my name down as the fifth signature. I think the will was something about taking care of the kid.

Later, a little boy is cheering about his signatures and how he’s close to be getting something. Apparently there’s a program where he gets new things the more signatures he receives, and he was close to getting some new toys/candy.

I had passed the petition over to the two kids in the seat next to mine, but when they were done with it, they passed it back to the original kids. I hear one say “only a few”.

There’s an old guy sitting in the seat the original kids had occupied. He’s telling a story or something. I’m wondering why an old guy was there and concluded that he must be a helper.

I’m in a school classroom, looking at a frame at the front of the room. There’s a shipping fanart drawing from The Hobbit, but there’s something off about it, something missing, and there is a scribbled comment nearby. Perhaps something that makes me think someone is against the ship. I get worked up and say, “I hate this place.” As I look more around the school. There are more fandom drawings, and I saw a few things that made me think ‘it looks the same as it used to in some ways’, like a blue piece of something sticking out from behind a frame that had apparently been there in the past as well.

-Helping a disapproving guy out with something in some kind of basement room(?).

Possible inspiration: For the signature part, I was looking at a competition thread on DV IWL that day where you had to sign up, and once there were enough people it would begin. For school, I had just been thinking earlier in the afternoon about old classmates. For drowning, the only thing I can think of is that on Wednesday, the newest episode of Free! revealed (though I had already known) that Rin’s dad died in a drowning accident. As for the old guy, one of my old bus drivers was one named Earl, and his son later took over.

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Notes:

I just realized two of my biggest dream signs (vehicles and children) both appeared in one dream. orz I’ve been thinking of them lately, so I can watch out for them IWL to remind myself to be aware of them in dreams.

Also, I want to make sure I note any emotions I feel in my dreams, since I don’t normally feel them unless it’s a bad dream (such as fighting with my mom). In the school dream, I was getting pretty irritated! But the feeling only lasted for a minute.

Decided to split longer dreams up between posts.

Fragment
[12:03 A.M.]

I’m someone else, and when I try to switch back to me the computer goes off and I have to click around for it to come back, as if it was on Standby.

Note: I hadn’t been asleep for long, so it was weird to wake up so early with a dream. o_o I keep my computer on Standby until I’m ready to type up a dream.

Poison soda & unruly dogs
[5:00 A.M.]

I apparently got sick because my cousin and uncle forgot to remove the poisonous substance (can’t remember the name now) from soda. Apparently it had to be scraped from cardboard (like the one my cat’s use IWL for scratching).

“So that’s why I got sick?”

“That was you?”

Something about my uncle ‘listening in’ over a game my cousin is playing, and wishing him luck?

- Someone taking care of me.

Upstairs apartment (on Meridian (old house from long ago)?), taking care of two dogs.

- Feeding a piece of chicken to dogs after I get them outside, they had made a mess inside.

-Running in the house from a small white dog? Couldn’t get away. When I opened a door, there it was.

Inspiration: I read something about incubating dreams in The Power of Creative Dreaming, and I’ve been thinking of a dog the last few days to see if it would appear.

*had another dream here but couldn’t figure out how to explain it, but it involved a girl and a dialogue*

I was in our hometown. I was online. Suddenly, mom asked if I can buy something (food called laswa) from the store. I exploded, asking why she's asking me to do this when she just came from the store this morning. She replied calmly and reasonably that they don't cook it that early, and they should have it by now. I was still mad, wondering aloud why buy that particular food in the first place. I replied that I'l just finish something on the computer or Twitter, and I was also eating.

I hurried to finish something on Twitter because I felt that she's going to leave already. I went out to find she did. I angrily said that I said I'll just finish whatever I was doing. It was afternoon. Found my sister and asked about mom. It was night. Found mom still within ear shot at the corner, and called out to her. She paused and looked back, asking what is it. She looked unsure and went back. I also wondered why my sister was there, and since she's there, why didn't she buy the food. Mom arrived. We talked. I asked sister if she has work. She said something about resting and a buy-back scheme with her work, that after she worked a number of years (five?), she can rest for a bit (vacation?), and store the value of her work. She can then just return for her work in the future, or the company can buy it from her for a certain amount. I thought of a way to make it a good investment scheme.

Saturday, 8/24/13

Last night bed 12am - 8:15am

DR -
I'm standing with my mom in the pantry. I'm looking at a box with nut grinder. She is sending me to the store to buy a new one, that is better and doesn't leak. I'm looking at the box to see the model number, so I can get a different one.

DR -
In my moms kitchen. I finally figured out what happened to my yellow construction helmet. I got in trouble at school today for not having it. So, my brother took it to another town and sold it.

DR -
I'm packing someones suitcases. But they are already packed, so someone tells me why not leave them as they are and take them like that. I think it's a good idea and go with that.


Last DR of the night -
I walk into a small store, that resembles the one in LB. I entered from parking lot side. Picked up a bottle of dish soap, because they didn't have the soap I wanted. I take the white, opaque bottle to the cashier, when I notice some yellow soap had spilled from the top. As if someone had opened the bottle before. Cashier notices it too and tells me she will check if there is soap missing from bottle and will get me another one. I tell her that's not necessary. But she insists.

I see her real name on the wall and from that I deduct her username on DV. I know she has some deleted or unapproved posts. And yes, she tells me about that, as she is hands me a golden seal on a small piece of paper, with words ...radio on them. That's the proof someone at DV required of her. She tells me, she already went to DV and got in a fist fight with my colleague. On the seal is a small coin. I ask her why is she giving me a penny, if it's for my trouble, she doesn't need to. Then I look at it closer and see a dark brown, rectangular coin. With some scene and word Haifa. The coin looks like it's broken off on the top, but I can tell thats the design of it and the broken part looks like has some marks of a chisel on it. As if it was chiseled off. I tell her all happy, that I collect coins and I don't have this one yet. It really is pretty.

August 24 2013 - I remember that there were people who had somehow merged with technology and normal people hated them and tried to kill them, but I was their friend(?). I also remember a large open field with yard sales, where I saw airsoft guns, an I also saw a hot dog stand somewhere.

I had just gotten a new wallet. It was black and white on the outside, but the inside was lined with this silvery fabric that had glitter and holographic rainbow colors all over it. When you opened it up, it unfolded into a big suitcase that could hold notebooks and pencils and such, it was like the TARDIS of wallets. I knew I had classes soon, but I really wanted to get my wallet ready so I could bring it with me, so I sat down and started putting all my schoolbooks and pens and such in it, I remember having some pens with glitter all over them and putting them in because they matched so well. Eventually, I glanced over at the clock and saw I was late for class, so I rushed to school and entered the room with my sparkly new wallet. The classroom was huge, it looked like a plane hangar and had desks set up in rows like normal, however there were hundreds of desks. It was a huge class. The teacher was talking about some kind of math, and I wasn't paying attention because I was organizing my wallet. Then I got my old wallet out and started putting that stuff in my new one as well. The guy next to me whispered and said that somebody was trying to steal my old wallet, so I looked over and sure enough there was another guy reaching for it. I pulled it away and gave him an evil glare. Then the teacher announced we were going on a field trip, but didn't say where, so we all piled onto a big bus and started heading out of Huntsville and down through Arab. The bus didn't have windows, instead it had a long thin open space like those horse trailers have. After a few hours I started to get worried wondering why the trip was taking so long, but suddenly we drove down a dirt road and were at a renaissance festival. The driver said this isn't where we were supposed to be and that we were lost, but he didn't want to ask directions, so he drove around the festival. So we all sat in the bus and admired all the jewelry and things the vendors had for sale as we slowly drove past them. I remember thinking the vendors shouldn't have their booths so close to the dirt road because it would be easy for me to reach out and grab their wares as we drove by. Soon the bus got stuck in the mud and we had to get out, and I was all excited because I loved renaissance festivals. All the other students followed me around because I was the only one who'd ever been to one, so I started showing them around. We walked past vendors and I pointed to the parking lot on the right side, and I pointed to a huge open field on my left side where a bunch of ladies dressed up in renaissance costumes were running around a Maypole doing the ribbon dance.

(Note: I don't know if this was a separate dream or the same one since it takes place at the same renaissance festival, but it feels like it was separate somehow so I'm starting a new paragraph here.)
I was walking around the festival and the ground was getting kind of muddy because it had started to rain. Then a woman who looked like the goddess Cosmos walked past me and around the corner, and I knew she was actually the real Cosmos so I ran after her. However I didn't see her around the corner. Suddenly I heard people screaming so I looked up and saw these demonic monsters flying around and swooping down to kill people, however some of the demons were grabbing people and taking them away. I freaked out, as did everyone else, and started running towards the open field where the Maypole was, but then I fell so I pretended to be dead so they wouldn't take me. I remember feeling gross laying there on the muddy ground and I could feel bugs crawling around me, but I was too terrified to move. I lay there for a while and eventually the demons had taken everyone and had begun going around to the dead bodies and eating them. I knew this was it for me, so I thought of a really bad plan. I decided to get up and go convince the demon leader I was on her side. So I channeled an evil psychopath to help influence me to say the right things, in this case the psychopath was my friend Karr, so the demon leader would think I was sufficiently evil. I went before her, I think her name was Morgana or something with an M, and spoke to her. One of her henchmen, an incubus whose name I don't remember, took a liking to me and vouched for me, and then he bit my lip and licked the blood as some kind of weird blood pact. Morgana sent me back into the festival field to gather up any leftover humans and bring them back to her, where she put them in one of two dungeons that were attached to the fake wooden festival castles. I knew the demons would eat them, but I was being selfish and looking out for myself so I led all the stragglers to the prisons. I felt worse and worse for what I had done, so I decided to defy the demons and break the humans free, even if it meant I'd die. Then Cosmos appeared and we organized a prison break, she would lead out one prison and I would lead out the other. The next thing you know, Cosmos and I were running for the festival gates with about a hundred freed people following us. Morgana was furious, and started to flood the field. The field itself was in a sort of basin so we knew if we didn't get to the top of the basin where the parking lot was, we would all drown. We escaped the field just as it started to flood too high, but the incubus who vouched for me was throwing fireballs at us. Past the parking lot, I saw two trees and I knew if I reached those trees we would be safe for some reason. We got to the trees and ran between them, and then we stopped running. The trees were no longer trees, they were two white marble columns, and we were in this beautiful marble palace. Ahead of us, it was open to the outside, and overlooked a landscape of clouds that were beautiful oranges, pinks, and purples, like the sky at sunset, and there were other palaces and things in the distance. Everything was bathed in this nice soft sunlight, but it wasn't harsh and sunny like a bright day, it was just right. I knew it was heaven. Cosmos was gone and there were only about ten people behind me now, but that seemed normal. I was different now, I was hovering a few feet off the ground and wearing a long white robe, and I had white angel wings. The others looked the same as before though, and as I floated through the halls they followed behind me. One asked if I was an angel, and I smiled and nodded. This great awesome feeling of peaceful calm washed over me, as well as this joyous high, and I spun around as I floated along and sung songs. The song I sung was an Enya song, I think it was either Marble Halls or On My Way Home, or a mix of the two. I just remember being so happy and thinking I was home. Then we all stopped as Jesus Himself walked through the hall towards us to greet us. I was so ecstatic I could barely contain myself, and I flew right at Him and jumped in His arms for hugs, and He was happy to have me back as one of His angels again, and I was assured the other humans were also safe.

Dream recall from today's naps. Must've had low awareness on that WILD...

Dream 1:

I am in my bed and i hear someone in the room and then someone throws covers me with pillows, i think that's 'attacker' DC again and i quickly get up, ready to claw him up, but don't see him. I see different DC moving to balcony though, i go here and on my way i suddenly for some reason have doubts that it's a dream, room is exact and for some reason i don't have dream feeling, i do RC and it fails as well, i continue to balcony and notice that there's same DC on the streets that is on balcony, and it's apparently my mom? Dream fades out shortly.

Dream 2(fragments):

I wake up, get distracted and then wake up again and there's some big military alarm button on the wall or somesuch.

Dream 3:

There's some story about some person that loses his daughter in some event, then years later(time skip), he finds some being that at first looked like a dog, but then started having head hair similar to his daughter and talking to him. Then i was suddenly somewhere near big dining table and that creature was here, morphing between different states, at one point it even transformed into food, i was thinking about doing RC but dream ended before i could.

Dream 4(fragments):

False awakening, getting distracted, then another false awakening, and something about weird calling old radio-like device that was used for selling some stuff.

Morning of August 24, 2013. Saturday.



One unusual and unlikely recurring setting in my dreams is a public park (often unfamiliar) that has small cemeteries (such as 4x5, 3x4, or 4x4 lots) near picnic and recreation areas, usually without fencing. Either the park is about half the size of a city block (within a slightly elevated area of four lower streets in an urban area) or a larger isolated park with the sections being sparser with a long road on one side (and sometimes an adjacent dense forest). Sometimes, the graves are very old (as far back as the 1700s).

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In this dream, I seem to have arrived by car (my brother-in-law Bob or perhaps a brother having driven me here). The park is very large, seemingly to the north of where I am. A mostly featureless area with a long road is to the south and the park is oriented east and west. The areas between the several 3x4 “mini-cemeteries” are larger than usual and there are a lot of recreational events, such as Frisbee-throwing, amateur softball, and picnicking. There is one area that is somewhat like a composite of the Onalaska Cemetery and the Bundaberg Cemetery.

I am thinking that it is getting later, near sunset, and I am wondering why so many people are still in the park and playing around, even having lunch. I start to run around and enjoy the more open spaces and I soon find myself floating and flying about.

I maintain an unusual floating position about four feet above the ground. I am facing downwards but my upper body is at a upright forty-five degree angle while my legs are somehow horizontal and my arms out behind me to the sides. I float about like this for several minutes, even going over gravesites with no fear or concern, with a sense of freedom and near-bliss. (I seem to remember seeing this flying position of a ghost in an older Harvey comic book.)

I land near a group of people but near the internal edge of an unfenced 3x4 “mini-cemetery” and the headstone of a grave. I put my right arm effortlessly down through the ground until I reach the implied coffin, expecting to find a skull. It seems like I am only a hologram and my arm is at a different location. This is a recurring concept in my dreams, where I am supposedly doing something physical in the environment yet I am projected from elsewhere, thus I cannot be hurt in such a rendering if someone wants to approach me in a violent manner.

Some people seem afraid or wary of me and my ability to push my arm into solid ground. Instead of a skull, my fingers move around in a partly gritty pile, about two feet down, of large thin seashell-like flakes which seem to be in a casket. (This possibly relates to when I used to walk through the cemetery on my way to the grocery store seeing large plastic bowl-like containers of seashells on many graves.)

Eventually, I pull a figure out of the ground. It is more like a life-sized human statue at first, the monument on the Jennie Haniver tomb that must have fallen and been partly buried, but the outer layers (or “crust”) break away from the statue’s face and it turns out to be a human female, likely Jennie Haniver herself, who had died on or around 1723, yet she is now smiling and happy (and is also my wife Zsuzsanna as there is the association that she was - in a symbolic sense - the “real” Jennie Haniver who was lost at sea at age 22, Zsuzsanna’s age when we first made contact, and we even named one of our daughters “Revinah” as a middle name, and in a few dreams the Blue Pearl is Jennie Haniver and even the movie shows bluish streaks of light as she sinks to the depths of the ocean).

One man who seems to be like a chauffeur from the 1930s starts yelling in horror. “Oh no, what is that, what is going on? Somebody please tell me what is going on!”

It turns out to be some sort of prank while filming the television show “Scare Tactics”. My wife Zsuzsanna had been wearing some sort of elaborate outfit covered with powder to look like a gravesite monument at first so that then the “statue” is implied to “come to life” to scare the target audience.

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Again, this was influenced by the Jennie Haniver plot (dream pun?) of which there have been a number of connections (regarding the 1978 movie “The Bermuda Depths”). For example, Zsuzsanna’s step father’s name is “Davy Jones” (as in “Davy Jones’ Locker” implied by the movie as to where Jennie Haniver lives). The first song I heard in public in Australia (before marrying Zsuzsanna) was sung by a chubby man who sounded like Wayne Newton. He was happily strutting along in public, his head moving about and grinning at me (even though most other people in the Brisbane Central area looked rather sad by comparison) and singing “It came from the bottom of the deep blue sea, it come from the bottom of the sea!”.

As the “statue” I pull up out of the ground turns out to be Zsuzsanna, there is similarity to my precognitive uprooted lamp dream. I have the ability in this dream to dig deeper for answers and with less resistance than other people seem to expect or accept (thus which may also symbolize precognition). On the basic level, it simply symbolizes my growing awareness of my wife Zsuzsanna waking up for the day. (This is the usual meaning of a statue coming to life in a dream. Reference: What does a statue coming to life in a dream mean? It means the conscious mind is becoming more active as a waking precursor. Most non-lucid dream symbols and metaphors, first and foremost, relate directly to sleeping, dreaming, and waking in real time.)

I was with my mom and my caretaker. I started to run around crazily. I tried to look as insane as possible. I flung myself around. I stumbled in a zig zag way. While I was doing all that, they ran after me. I climbed up some stairs, and I was really tired after. They were really close to me at this point. I saw a line of flower pots on the ground, and threw one behind them only wanting to scare them. My mom grabbed me. I screamed at her to let me go, let me go to the roof. My intention was to jump off the building and they know. I screamed that she wants me dead anyway, since she don't care about me at all. (I then imagined that I got to the roof and locked the door. After blocking the door, I went to the edge of the roof. They got through the door, and I realized that polices are probably here too. I decided that if there's a net down there to catch me, I could just run to the other side to jump.)

Two fragments... first, I was driving. I was desperate to get somewhere, but I don't know where. I was going fast and I was scared.

Second, I was watching The Walking Dead and the baby was trying to bite Andrea. Judith, the baby, didn't have any teeth yet, but they were discussing killing her, since she would probably be dangerous later on.

Fragment: Something about summer students as interns, their tasks, changing them. Needed to get permissions, and justify it.

WBTB Attempt failed - but remembered two dreams from the two last hours of sleep after WBTB attempt

Home Search Next Door to a School

We were home searching again (doing that a lot in dreams lately). Again the house we saw was supposedly one we had viewed in a prior house search (did not really look familiar though).

The house was next door to a school. The school had a playground. We asked the home's owner about the school. It was an elementary school. She claimed it was a public school but I was doubtful, so I asked something like "So if we live here, this is the school our kids would go to?" And she answered "You have to keep in mind that your kids will soon outgrow elementary school and not go here." My older son is now in second grade and my younger is not yet old enough to start school, but in the dream I agreed "Yes, they will soon outgrow it." How big is the school? Oh, only right classes, she said. I asked her whether I remembered correctly from the previous time we had seen the house that she had a kid too. She said she did not. I felt embarrassed that I did not remember that.

Just like in previous house searching dreams, I notice upon waking up that we did not look inside the house. The focus is on what is next to it.

Golf Carts and Lost Younger Son

My husband and I were in gold carts chasing some sort of fast train going fast in golf carts.

Suddenly I noticed: where are our kids? We had been with our kids before. I confronted my husband. It turned out he let our seven and four year olds drive their own cart, but it was a slower one, so that was ok. I insisted we backtrack and find them.

We find the cart and my seven year old is driving it and doing just fine, but my four year old is missing. I continue searching for him frantically on foot.

My step father and my mother pull up in a car and want to know if I want to get in. I decline. As he is closing the door, my stepfather drops a pair of sunglasses. He asks my help in picking up those glasses, and also all other pairs of glasses - there are a lot of glasses around the car on the ground. I start picking up glasses.

My mother reminds me that I should be looking for my son. And comments on, see how willing to help my husband is (sarcastically). I feel guilty that I let myself be distracted.

I keep searching, but we do not find my son before I wake up.

Had much better recall of two of dreams, but ended up accidentally falling asleep while recalling...

Dream 1(fragments):

There was something about some tech/lab place.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was in some variations of some places i've been to IWL, such as certain park.

Dream 3(fragments):

There was something about islands and something dragon related.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was playing two platformer video games and there was location in the sky in one of them.

Dream 5:

I was playing minecraft with some LPer(Can't recall who) and we were playing some super hostile map(Which resembled none from actual ones). The starting location was on branch of one of trees in the area surrounded by cliffs, there was a chest and the ground level was filled with mobs. We have done some starting stuff and eventually made way to some underwater passage, which had obstacles in form of some kind of blocks of leaves that also were dealing damage on touch, beyond passage there were some additional supplies, and after picking them up we went back.
When we got back it was now completely different area, some kind of sunny flat grassland with river and blocks tiling up into some pixel pictures. We ended up talking about various stuff for a while and there was something about log blocks.