Emnition

I went to bed around 23:30, but couldn't fall asleep until at least 01:00. I'm not sure anymore when I woke up, I think it was around 07:00 or 08:00. It's now 09:50.

Swinging
I think this wasn't a dream, but more like leading up to a dream. I was laying in my bed and suddenly I could feel the world swinging back and forth, as if I was laying in my hammock. The swinging became more violent and I realised that I was about to WILD accidentally. I told myself to remain calm to not destabilise anything and to keep my mind sharp. The swinging decreased and I think I fell asleep without becoming lucid.

Riva
I'm sitting on the backseat of a car. I think my mom is the one who is driving. We're in a city and it's already dark outside. Despite me being in the backseat, I appear to have some control over the car. We reverse into a parking space and then drive off in the opposite direction. For some reason I had to do it like this. It had something to do with that I'm the king of Riva [a kingdom in the book I'm reading] and the resources of the kingdom. I'm not the character that is actually the king though, I am myself. I mess around with the navigation, trying to get a route. It tells us to take a right soon. We decide to take a left instead, as on the right there is a canal.

Thesis
I'm at my mom's house. For no apparent reason I walk through the kitchen to the front door and open it for a moment to stare outside. It's daytime. Down below [my mom's house is on the 2nd floor] I see one of my university lecturers, Tim. I assume he has just parked his car. He waves at me and I wave back. I also see my mom who has just parked her car, but we don't make eye contact. I go back inside and panick slightly. I totally forgot I would have an interview with my lecturer. I need to get out of these clothes and into something presentable. I don't know where I pull them from, but I put on some jeans instead of whatever I was wearing (sweatpants?). The house also needs to be cleaned, it's a mess. There's no way I can do all this in the one minute it takes Tim to get up here. I decide to focus my efforts on the kitchen. I clearly see a q-tip on the floor, which I throw into the trash. At some point Tim is there. I throw a pile of clothes from some chairs and we sit at a kitchen table that's not there in reality. Though we both recognise that another lecturer is my thesis supervisor, we discuss my thesis so far. He talks about my research objective, calling it too technical and saying I should focus more on the policy side. I tell him that's what I'm doing right now, now that I'm making a new draft proposal. I laugh a small nervous laugh. My forehead is sweaty. I use a grey towel to wipe the sweat off.