EddieDean

Tonight's sleep was really quite restless (probably due to the combination of my cafeine sensitivity and 3 cups of coffee) but it resulted in some interesting dreams.

1: Mom should never drive again

I'm leaving the birthday party of my grandpa along with my whole family (mom, dad, R and K). We get into the car, my mom in the driver's seat, my dad in the passenger seat and my siblings and me in the back. My mom starts driving and at first it's just a little wild and uncontrolled, but it gets more and more reckless. She drives much too fast and takes the corners as if we're in Formula 1.
After every corner we end up on the wrong side of the road because she just can't make the turn otherwise at such speed, but fortunately there are no cars driving towards us. I warn her a couple of times, and so does my dad, but were being completely ignored. After one turn we once again end up on the left side of the road, and now someone is driving towards us. My mom panicks and yanks the wheel to the right harshly. To our right was a highway, but it was higher than the road we were driving on and a hill led up to it.

So, after turning sharply right to get off the left lane she drove straight towards the hill leading up to the highway. My dad and I started yelling at her to turn away from it but it was too late. I think that from this point my own perspective changed to an overhead view and with that change I achieved a very low level of lucidity; I didn't realise I was dreaming but I knew somehow that what was happening did not matter at all. We shot up the hill and flew over the wall, onto the highway. My mom managed to dodge 3 incoming cars but the fourth one hit us in the side of the car.

From there the scene changed to a hospital. The whole family was standing around a bed in which my mother was lying. We helped her out and walked through the hallways. Meanwhile I was telling her that she had been so miserably drunk during that drive but she didn't really seem to care. A few moments later I got really emotional and hugged her saying "you could've died, I'm so glad you're still alive" but she kind of ignored me and seemed embarassed for some reason. That's when I woke up.


2: A rose for my ex and throwing bulrushes

I'm at home and in the living room. My mother is also there. On the coffee table by the sofa is a pink rose with photograph next to it. On the photograph I see a man handing a pink rose to a woman. Apparently I am in a relationship with my ex in this dream (this has gotten me lucid before, but not this time) and I decide I'm going to give her the rose. As I get to the street I see my ex (who in reality lives literally 100 miles away from me) and she takes one of our cars (she doesn't even have a driver's license). I take the other and go after her. As we take a turn I try to pass her but then the dream fades.

I shortly wake up but then fall back into the dream.

I am explaining to my mom that sitting in bulrushes next to a pond is actually quite comfortable (what the actual f***!?). Then the scenery changes to what I was visualizing while explaining this. I am now standing on a small footbridge over a narrow part of a pond near my old house. In my left hand is a bundle of bulrushes and reeds. I yank the brown head off of one of the bulrushes and throw it into the water, while still explaining to my apparently flabbergasted mother that this is really not that uncomfortable. Which is the moment I woke up.

So, tonight I had a long night of sleep and I hoped to have a nice amount of dreams to write down here. Unfortunately, I do not remember much; only one fragment. I realise now that the moment of waking up is far more important than the amount of sleep I get for my recall. I am going to plan my wakings a little better by setting alarms.

I'm walking in the supermarket in my hometown, where I used to work. I see B, one of my old colleagues, but he doesn't appear to recognise me even though I greet him. Then, I also see W and C, who are also old colleagues, and WJ is carrying crates with 3 large round pieces of fruit (the size of coconuts, but looking soft and greenish).

Supposedly as a joke he lets the crates topple over, trying to drop the pieces of fruit on me. It fails miserably and everything just falls on the ground. I say something like "Nice try, C. Uhm, I mean W." They both laugh a little but ignore me mostly. I walk towards some kind of desk and buy 3 bananas. Somehow, they are flat on one side, but apart from that, they look like high quality, perfectly ripe bananas.

In the dream, I wonder how I paid for these and try to recall doing so, but I can't and decide to ignore it. I walk into a small cubicle where someone I don't know is sitting on a chair. It is a middle aged, dark skinned man with a thick Surinam accent, who actually (when I think of it now) resembles the father of a friend of mine whom I've only seen once or twice. He hands me a weird, thick banana with a lot of brown spots on it. He looks jealously at the bananas I bought and says something indicating they are really expensive and high quality. I tell him I don't need the one he handed me and hand it back clumsily, almost dropping the ones I bought.

I then proceed to walk out of the supermarket, and the exit looks like the exit of my new job. To my left is a room that looks exactly like the office from my new job, but it is completely empty (no furniture). Inside is just a motorized scooter and M is standing next to it. I am not surprised to see her there. Then I wake up.