katemorrigan

I looked at my hand and counted my fingers, but I counted to seven. I paused a beat and looked again and my hand had seven fingers, so like an idiot I yelled "I'm dreaming!" and woke up, but I think it may have been a false awakening anyway. I wouldn't count it as really lucid, but it's good to see the reality checks are starting to cross over and that the finger counting one works.

I remember that a lot of dream time passed, but I can't seem to connect it all.

I was at my grandfather's house for a big party and there were a number of fish tank sized boxes with colored plastic lids around the house. One of them had some insects in it and it was pretty gross. There was a very long sequence getting there involving dragging a package through various means up a long hill, which was cut short by me just giving up on the morons I was working with and just picked the damn thing up and carried it. It wasn't even that heavy, and it was just a little bigger than a ream of paper.

Someone was being chased by the cops for something and I can't remember what. It was nighttime and I was looking down from a parking lot over a small road lined with trees and the guy was running up the other side of the road.

I was sitting down at a table talking to a guy with really icy blue eyes. I can't remember who it was but it was important. Like, I remember immediately afterward thinking "well, as long as I can remember this I'll be all set."