FryingMan

earlier recall clobbered by later epic, broken sleep [wife came to bed ultra late, yeah, thinking that 3am is a great time to start shuffling the pillows around, she can't find her pillows so she grabs one of mine, when I object she starts a big thing about she has no pillows, I get woken up and pissed, lie awake for like 2 hours, fuming . Her pillows were just under the blankets]

Really upset that a great night of dreaming is messed with. I had remee (4.5 hours WBTB planned), instead I woke around 3 hrs and stayed awake until the remee went off and I just took it off. No recall from that period.

Falling asleep, at one point I felt vibrations building, I "egged them on" to build higher, got too aware and excited about a WILD and they subsided without a dream forming.

Had a waking after that with recall, did not record, and lost the memories, clobbered by subsequent sleep cycles and a fairly epic dream sequence:

+(f) I see SB (older) sitting at table trying to hide her cleavage, I smirk at this, I tell her "you belong at M company, when are you returning?"

ex-GF (SB) extravaganza:

+ (medium-)epic: standing with SB and her parents, are we broken up or are we together now?; in bed with SB: roll around, fall to floor, woohoo this means we're going to have sex, we start; go get flowers to celebrate night's sex [the florists are all gangsters, 30 minutes away], close inspection of flowers, one in particular (wilted? brown? jaguar spots?); leave house, outdoor interlude: riding motorcycles with 2 guys; girls' skeleton underwater in a shallow cage (eaten by piranhas/drowned), finger bones waving in the current; daytime memorial service ("do you belong?" I want to leave and finally find an excuse); grab a cookie on the go; re-enter house (it was against the rules?); running quickly through rooms, jumping over furniture, loops repeatedly; skateboard competition on stairs; some guy trying to fix a glass (chess set?) with a blowtorch to melt the glass and re-attach the piece; SB cooks me a happy birthday (pizza? cake?); give gift of huge wheel of cheese to SB's mother, who LOVES it and goes nuts about it, she's surrounded by piles and piles of cheese and shredded cheese flies through the air

I'm standing outside with ex-GF SB and her parents. I feel uncomfortable because I do not know if they realize yet that we've broken up. I start to think maybe we're getting back together. I go stand with my arm around SB talking to her parents.

I'm in bed with SB, at some point either she quickly rolls over and kisses me or I do the same, then we start "wrestling" in the bed and end up rolling off the bed onto the carpeted floor. I think this means we're going to have sex, I see the door to the room is open, so I walk to it and close it, and turn back to the bed. I see SB lying on her back legs in the air taking off her panties. Woohoo I get in the bed on top of her, put my arms around and under her in a close embrace, and … I wake up half way? I'm moving my hips and trying to feel the sensation and I feel it a bit but I think I'm moving my hips in waking life…fall back asleep…

In the morning I want to celebrate our reunion sex and want to go get flowers. There is a discussion about where the florists are (a 30 minute drive?) but that they're all gangsters. I'm at a florist and I see a man carefully picking and inspecting flowers: I think it's more important to his business that he make the customers happy with choosing the best flowers in the best shape. I look at one flower close up, it is short of a large tulip-shaped bulb, multicolored, with multiple layers of petals. I'm looking at the petals down inside and trying to determine if the core of the flower is rotten or not. There's some dark-haired (greek?) man there, I'm inspecting the flower and I see and comment on the "jaguar spots".

I leave the house and go outside, I'm riding motorcycles with 2 other guys, I'm following them, the place is rolling suburban hills, it's twilight, they're hitting things like curbs and manhole covers and I hear the suspension on the bikes clunking as they do so. I'm rotating the grip to increase the throttle (on the left hand? wrong!). At one point I say "OK guys lead the way to the jumps place", there is some place where there are paths and jumps for motorcycle riding, but I say I don't want to ruin my rims, and I look down and gesture at my wheels, which look like aluminum rims with thick solid "spokes" instead of "bicycle spokes," They mention that the wheel need the protection of some numerical level (8?), and that you have to apply some goop to the tires so that you basically glue the tires to the rim all around the edge. I wonder if some people fill their tires entirely with solid glue instead of air.

Outside, twilight lighting, I see an underwater area, a long low cage on the ground underwater, and I see lots of jagged things sticking up through the holes in the cage, waving in the current of the water back and forth. It turns out those are the skeletons of girls who were either eaten by pirhanas or drowned there.

Outside daylight, in a sort of corral, people are gathered for a memorial service (for the girls?), there's a big fat Hawaiian looking guy who's running the service, he looks skeptically at me and asks if I have any reason to be there, I mumble something and stay there, but I want to get away this is taking a long time, but I can't just leave since I'm standing in front, eventually there is a break in the service and I do take off.

At some point I'm walking past a table with plates of cookies on them, I pick up one and eat it as I continue, they're sort of frilly/flakey on the edges.

I'm back in the house (we're not supposed to be back in there yet?), and I'm running through rooms in the house, jumping over couches, turning corners quickly, and I keep doing this over and over in a loop, I think I'm getting to know this house really well.

There's a skateboard competition on the stairs, a bunch of guys are sliding down the stairs on skateboards without wheels.

Some guys are trying to reattach a piece (of glass?) so some glass thing (chess set? sculpture?), it's not sticking, and one guy brings a torch to melt the glass which gets soft, and the piece then sticks in, and then he needs to heat the outside (?) of the thing so that the center will get cold again and "set" properly (?).

SB cooks me a Happy Birthday something (pizza, cake?)

Still in the kitchen I'm carrying an ENORMOUS (like car-tire-sized) half-wheel of cheese and give it to SB's mother. She's ecstatic about this cheese. I see her standing surrounded by cheese, breaking off pieces, running it through some sort of automatic cheese grater/slicer and cheese is flying everywhere.