dream fragment

Failed a WBTB. I'm unhappy.

Initially I dreamed about some sort of house that me and my girlfriend were staying in. We were like renting it for some reason and I think my girlfriend had a reason why we couldn't stay there, but I don't remember why. Eventually the scene changed to her house, and her mom was there with some ice cream. For whatever reason though, the ice cream was laced with weed, so when we ate it we got high. It was the strangest feeling, really--I actually felt high after eating it. It was definitely a dream sign considering the fact that my girlfriend would have nothing to do with anything weed-related, but I missed it.

The scene changes. I'm at an unknown location with my girlfriend and another friend of mine named Josh. We're with a dude I don't recognize but who evidently graduated from my high school. I feel like his name was Tyler. Anyway, we're talking about the student newspaper at my high school and how it's gone down in quality since that Tyler graduated. I worked for the student newspaper when I was in high school just like Tyler, but when he was in high school they had more funding and had more hours in the day to work on newspaper-related things. He also talked about how he worked for CNN while he was on our student newspaper staff. There were some other people around that I sensed worked with him, but I didn't know them and they didn't talk. He gave me, my girlfriend, and Josh some old copies of issues released when he was in high school, and for some reason they were huge and extraordinarily heavy. We left with them. Once we were far enough away from the building we opened one up, but for some reason there were just pictures of cymbals arranged on the pages, made out of construction paper. I was disappointed and couldn't understand how that could possibly be a quality newspaper.

After I woke up I went back to bed and had various other dreams, but I'm having a hard time remembering them all...the most recent one I can remember involved me, my uncle and aunt and two of my aunts. One of my aunts was murdered in a pool that I was swimming in by some sort of phantom. He was white and sort of translucent with a red circle around one eye and a blue triangle around the other. He wasn't human in form, he was something entirely different. The aunt he murdered he basically ground up into mashed guts in the pool, then he collected the remains and my uncle just sort of sat there smiling with blood on his face. I tried to wipe it off while climbing up some sort of slope behind him, headed for I don't know where. My other aunt just sort of sat there and scoffed, since she doesn't like the murdered aunt.

Before that I remember being on some sort of catwalk above the pool with people, and I think I felt the presence of the phantom, but I don't remember fully what we were doing.

Once again, failed to achieve lucidity, but I'm garnering a pretty substantial dream journal, so hopefully that will help.

So last night, despite what they say, I smoked a fair amount of Mary Jane and I still had fairly vivid dreams and good recall. Fluke maybe.

The first thing I remember is a dream about getting dropped off at home. I was in a car with two friends--it was my car, but for some reason they were driving. We drove into my neighborhood and it was the middle of the night. I knew we had just gotten done doing something illegal (such as the aforementioned Mary Jane), and I was trying to get into the garage without waking up my parents, but as we drove near my house we saw my dad outside at my neighbor's house, laying cat litter underneath the tires of my neighbor's car, as though he were stuck somewhere in the winter and trying to get out, despite the fact that there was no snow to be found. I panicked and told them to just keep driving, hoping my dad wouldn't look to see what car was passing, and they dropped me off around the corner a little ways away from my house so I could walk around to the back door and he wouldn't see me. For some reason it was unlocked so I could get in, and for some other reason I also didn't seem to care that my friends then drove away in my car. Oh well. I'm guessing the reason for this dream is because I literally did the same exact thing last night, except I was driving myself and I had to call my brother to open the garage door for me so I could get the car in without waking my dad...same concept I suppose, but the dream version was scarier.

I know I had a lot more dreams last night, and some of them I can remember feelings from...one of them I know was a little scary, or at least just...stressful. I remembered feeling stressed or panicked, and not just in the dream above. Following that feeling, I remember being in my old high school with nothing on but my underwear, walking to class.

I end up in the class of a teacher I used to have, but I don't know exactly what she's teaching. I throw on a sweatshirt and sweatpants as I walk into the classroom, but I don't think anyone commented on my attire except one girl, who I'm almost wont to say was present earlier during the stressful part. For whatever reason she laid down on her back and I climbed on top of her with our uh...genitals in contact. Don't know why. I was trying to take notes from the overhead projector while laying in that position but it was sort of hard. The topic I think was something to do with King Arthur maybe? Which doesn't make any sense because the teacher that was there taught a sort of life management class for all the high school's seniors. Either way, the notes were entirely illegible, pretty much because it was a dream, but I remember turning to a classmate anyway (Trent is his name) and asking him what the hell she was doing. I thought the text was messed up because she was so old she couldn't write, not because it was a dream. After Trent and I shared a laugh over that, I looked back to the girl on top of whom I was laying and started talking. She seemed to be attracted to me but said that her friends disapproved of me because they didn't like a friend of mine. I seemed mildly disappointed by that, but she wasn't an extraordinarily attractive girl (kind of a cute blond, but her face was sort of funny-looking), so I wasn't terribly distraught.

There might have been a dream later but I don't think so. That's about when my sister woke me up. I really didn't try for a lucid last night because...well, I just didn't have the energy. Interesting dreams though.

Finally got lucid tonight! WBTB certainly is a miracle technique.

Last night I had a terrible time trying to sleep because I'm currently out of town staying in a hotel with my family. As such, I'm sharing a bed at the moment with my eleven-year-old brother, and he's quite...active when he sleeps. So I really didn't fall asleep very hard until he'd gotten out of bed.

Once I was asleep I know I was at a friend's house. He's the same friend from my first dream journal who sells weed, but this dream had nothing to do with that. I was staying at his house, which was unusual because I've never done that before, and I think he really needed me to leave (along with many other people who were also there) because either his parents were home and didn't want us there or they were going to be home very soon and wouldn't like that we were there. Either way, that's all I remember of that.

The only thing I remember of the dream after that is grabbing my ex-girlfriend by the sides of her face for some reason.

After that I was definitely walking through some very deep snow, and I was with a couple people, but they weren't anyone I know. I don't really know where we were going or what we were doing, but there were some very definite distances ingrained in my head for some reason (25 being one of them, but because I didn't think of any units I don't know if that was 25 feet, 25 meters, 25 miles...it was just 25). Whoever I was with wanted to return to wherever we'd come from, and I followed suit. That's probably about when my brother got out of bed and I was able to really fall asleep.

Before that though, my mother woke me up, so I was awake for a while. I was in sort of a vague sleep for a while, one where, if I tried to, I could easily shake myself awake, but I didn't want to because I was trying to visualize. I tried to visualize my dream guide from last night, the cat with the wizard's hat on, and it actually worked. I pictured myself in the same clearing with the same brick laid beneath me as when I met him last night, and he was suddenly there. We started walking through the forest that surrounded us and I think we were talking about a task he had for me to do. Eventually we came upon a house in which he said was someone whose dreams I had to infiltrate. Somehow this was supposed to increase my ability to control my own dreams, but I wasn't sure how. Either way, I trusted him, and I climbed the hill next to the house and dropped in through a hole in the roof. What I came upon inside wasn't another person, but actually myself. A direct copy of me. I think we talked a little, but I don't remember what was said, because soon after we broke into a fistfight. It wasn't a particularly drawn out fight, and eventually I pinned my other self on the ground and punched him in the face a few times. It was then that I understood: My dream guide was having me break into my own mind, break through my own mental blocks in order to achieve lucidity. So I gave my other self a headbutt and felt myself literally melt into him. Our dreams became one, and I fell deeper into the dream.

The next thing I remember is being with the character Banjo from the N64 game Banjo-Kazooie, if any of you are familiar with that. We were in somewhat of a secret corridor I guess, and we were trying to figure out how to get into the next room without alerting the guards. I immediately realized Banjo could shoot eggs from his mouth (even though Kazooie is the one who can in the games) and for some reason thought that if I squeezed one of Banjo's boobs (which he doesn't have, because he's a dude) it would shoot the eggs out. So we were trying to aim at the guards and were preparing to shoot when we both realized that Kazooie, Banjo's bird friend, was in the next room anyway and could probably take care of the guards herself. So I continued on, but Banjo didn't follow me.

I found myself at the top of a fairly long staircase. At the bottom was my girlfriend, and I ran down to see her. She was evidently upset because she was at an orientation of sorts for a biology class that she was going to take and she thought it was stupid I guess. We were in a dark room. I remember seeing another young lady whom I recognized from high school, but I don't remember who it was. I think her boyfriend was there too but I don't exactly remember...regardless, I eventually found myself sitting in a nice cushy chair when my old physics teacher came in, saying that he was the one that was giving the orientation because Mrs. Hoikka, the actual teacher of the class, wasn't able to make it, and since he also had experience teaching biology she had asked him to cover. I think I stood up at that point and that's about when I realized I had induced this dream myself. I had a brief conversation with him. I think he was talking about some of his gripes with the government for some reason, probably in relation to state benchmarks that he was required to teach that he didn't think were necessarily important. I achieved a growing level of lucidity as the conversation progressed, and eventually I started to feel the dream breakdown. I tried to think of how to stabilize it, remembering that spinning in circles was supposed to help keep things intact, but I remember thinking that that would probably seem weird to my teacher, so I didn't try it. Unfortunately I should have, because the dream broke down completely after that and I woke up.

Regardless, I finally attained lucidity, so I'm happy about that.

Last night's dreams are pretty fragmented, but I figure since I'm fairly behind in my journaling I should get a move on.

To start, the first thing I remember is trying to get into a building of some sort but being hindered by a huge mob of snakes. It was me and one other person (maybe my girlfriend?) along with a huge golden retriever. We were trying to move the snakes with sticks, but eventually I ended up with a hatchet, so I just chopped them up. After a while I felt hopeless for some reason, like there was no way we'd ever make it through the snakes, so for whatever reason I just started sawing at the dog's leg with my hatchet. I soon realized that was ridiculous and cruel, so I stopped and hugged the dog while he ate the rest of the snakes.

I really honestly don't remember any sort of chronology for the rest of it. I do remember having several dreams within dreams, and for some reason I feel like I was trying to infiltrate someone else's dream (or maybe the dreams of multiple people, I don't know). At one point I ended up at my high school (which didn't look anything like my high school) for some sort of beginning-of-the-year orientation, even though I just graduated high school in May. I kept trying to figure out why I was required to be there, and I kept looking around for anyone I might know that had graduated with me to confirm that graduated seniors were actually supposed to be there, but I didn't find anyone. After I went through a bunch of hand-stamping and other weird shit (I did note that when the lady stamped my palm, it looked different every time I looked at it--I'm getting so close to a lucid dream but I can never remember to actually think that I'm dreaming, even if I notice things are ridiculous!), I started talking to a woman who was evidently the new leader of my "team" at the high school (right now we have a dean for half of the student body, then another dean for the other half, so I guess she was replacing one of them). She talked forever about absolutely nothing, and at one point a young man walked up and started making fun of her, saying I was only here for one thing: to see the ladies. At that point he very quickly drew a cartoonish girl on a piece of paper, and I smiled at him and walked into the cafeteria.

The tables were arranged in such a way that I think it was impossible to get to certain seats. It was set up like one of those impossible geometric shapes, like the endless staircase or the Möbius strip, so when I spotted my brother sitting at one of the tables and he waved at me (my brother's gonna be a junior in high school next year, so it made sense that he was at the orientation), I just jumped up on the tables and walked across them to get to him. I heard a female voice chastise me for it--when I looked to my left there was a girl yelling at me, but seeing as how she was still a student at the high school she was younger than me and I therefore didn't pay her any mind. Another dude started yelling at me for being an asshole to the girl, and I apologized, but I tried to explain to them that if I hadn't climbed over the tables I would had to go all the way around the cafeteria to get to that spot. They were still pissed and eventually I stopped talking to them. Also, for whatever reason, I had sunglasses on the whole time.

The next part was the last part. It made absolutely no sense, but that's because it was like a string of continual false-awakenings. I remember some sort of flood happening, but I don't know what that has to do with anything. All I can remember is that through all my fragmented dreams last night, I can remember feeling the presence of a certain being--a cat with a wizard's hat on it. He changes color depending on what dream I'm remembering him in, but he was always there last night. Finally my last dream consisted of me actually conversing with him in an entirely abandoned clearing surrounded by forest. We were on a brick-paved circular clearing and I was sitting in front of him. We were talking about whether or not I had proven myself capable of infiltrating other people's dreams for him, and I was really really desperate for him to consider me worthy. All I asked was, "Do you believe in me?" And he said yes. It was at that point though that I woke up at an earlier point in the dream where the flood was happening again. As I encountered people during that flood (my girlfriend included, I think--because at some point we had a conversation with her mother about our sex life, and I'm pretty sure her mother doesn't know that we HAVE sex life...yeah.), I laughed to myself, because none of them had any idea what was going on, but for me it unfolded exactly the way it had in my dream earlier, so I knew exactly what was going to happen. Then I had another false awakening and found myself with the cat again, and realized he'd tricked me. Still, I couldn't be angry because I realized he was just testing me to see if I was good enough to infiltrate dreams, and I'd just failed his test. I asked him if he stilled believed in me, and he said, "Of course I still believe in you."

I feel like that process might have repeated itself a few times...but finally at the end I was watching a movie with my girlfriend and two other people, a guy and a girl who were siblings that I didn't recognize, and as we watched the movie I realized that all the movie was was a replay of the flood from earlier. Before I realized that the siblings' mother would come in and out bringing us popcorn or whatever, but the instant I realized that I'd lived through the flood that we were watching, their mother came out in the form of a cat. And that's when I was sure of it--this cat is my dreamguide. The cat talked to me and the girl (not my girlfriend), but I don't remember what he said. Eventually I turned to face the girl and her eyes had become like cat eyes...and that's when I woke up.

It was pretty fragmented last night, but I got pretty close to lucidity I think.

Most of last night is a blur, though I vaguely remember elements of several dreams.

The most recent dream I can remember involves me and two other people. It was me, another guy that I don't recognize, and another girl that I sort of recognize. We were by my old middle school in the wintertime, and for whatever reason the girl had a box of metal forks on her back. It was as though she took the silverware holder from a dishwasher, made it bigger, and put backpack straps on it. Either way, it was full of dirty forks that we had worked hard to collect. We had originally planned on completing whatever plan we had for the forks back at the high school (which I don't remember the purpose of), but a snowstorm came in and for whatever reason the girl wanted to go pick up my brothers and sisters from the middle school and the elementary. The problem was that there were so many cars there with parents to pick up their children that it was impossible. Me and the other guy kept insisting to the girl that we just forget about it so we could wash the forks and get on with our plan, but she wouldn't listen. At one point some administrators passed (including the principal of the middle school, one of the counselors, and the former superintendent of the school district), and we looked uneasily at them for fear of getting caught before we could execute our plan (whatever it was). They smiled and waved and we did so back as we dipped the forks into the snow to try and see if that would wash them. They made the snow sizzle as they entered it, and that's about all I remember of that.

At some point before dream that I think I was attacking my sister. She'd done something that really made me mad so I started punching her, but my mother intervened because she wanted to play Wii in peace (which she never plays, haha).

There was another dream early on where I was walking on the side of the road with some people, except I feel like I was wheeling myself along the ground in some sort of cart-like apparatus. Eventually I abandoned that once we started moving uphill and just started running, but I still don't remember who I was with. I want to say Will Ferrell for some stupid reason, but I never got a good look at his face. I don't even know what we were doing or where we were going.

Really REALLY early on in my dreaming there was a swarm of bees, and I remember telling myself I was gonna remember that dream, but I don't anymore.

Last night was sort of a bad night for dreams, I guess. The other problem is that I don't know what happened to my REM alarm. It must have gone off, but now I just can't find my phone, which is what I set as the alarm. Must've fallen off my bedpost. Oh well. I also need to get better at identifying dreamsigns while I'm actually IN the dream.

Very few of my dreams are memorable from last night except one from later in the morning due to some WBTB goodness, though I still didn't achieve lucidity because I'm terrible at identifying dreamsigns.

To start there was a very bizarre dream about me having a son. My girlfriend was suddenly very pregnant, and what was funny was that early on in the dream she told me it would still be a while before she had the baby. Regardless, next thing I knew she was in labor, but we jumped there rather than like her water breaking and me driving her to the hospital like you'd think. That was one sign that I was dreaming, but I didn't listen yet again. Either way, I laid down beside her while the baby came out, and the scene jumped to me with the baby on a bed. My girlfriend was suddenly out of the picture, and I was sitting with this baby trying to figure out why it was a Japanese baby. The baby was able to talk some very basic English, and at one point he told me it had been eight days since he was born. I remember feeling bad that I was sort of forcing English on a Japanese baby and wished I knew Japanese so I could expose him to what his native language should be, yet the whole time I didn't think about why in the hell a redhead and a white boy made an Asian baby. I keep missing dreamsigns.

I don't really remember the rest of that dream, and after that it jumped ahead to a totally unrelated scene.

I was in a car with a few people. One was a girl I knew a long time ago when I attended a high school in Minnesota, so that should have been my first sign that I was dreaming, but again, I didn't follow it. We were in the backseat of a car with Michael Caine (the actor), whom I believed was her grandfather (go figure). Driving was my girlfriend's cousin, whom I believed to be the Minnesotan girl's sister. In the front passenger's seat was a man whose face I didn't see, but I assumed it was the Minnesotan girl's father. I've met her father before so I should have seen his face. Basically every single one of those people was a dreamsign that I missed. I need to get better at that.

I don't really know where we were going. I have a feeling that all of those people were in my dreams from earlier in the night and we were on some kind of trip, but I don't know to where. At one point we were driving over a bridge with a bunch of rocks around the base of one side, and on those rocks by the shore of the body of water we were crossing I saw a Vaporeon (yes, the Pokemon), but I convinced myself I was seeing things. What I should have convinced myself of was that I was dreaming.

A little before that we stopped at a store that was closed, but for some reason the girl I knew from Minnesota was able to knock on the glass door and get let in to buy some chocolate. I did the same thing, walking in to a closed store and asking the man at the desk if I could get some chocolate. He nodded kindly and I went looking for M&Ms. Unfortunately, all I could find were huge boxes shaped like Hershey's Kisses, which I assumed were filled with actual Hershey's Kisses, but I remember thinking that since I was going to get the chocolate for free I should get a smaller thing. After a while I settled on a box of Hershey's bars, but they were oddly shaped, and when I got to the counter the woman there charged me anyway: $1.54 for the chocolate. As I was buying it the man who had let me in originally was talking to the female cashier as she got my change, and I think he was talking about how tired he was, probably from the day's shift. They talked briefly about another man whom I assumed worked there as well whose wife was pregnant, and for some reason they expressed concern for this man. It seems that the man they spoke of also had some marital issues, because the man who had let me in said, "Oh, are they still together?" I turned to my left and saw a man walking down a corridor, and I instantly realized that this was the man they were talking about. I only saw half his face as he turned around and walked away. Then I got my change and left the store.

I got back into the car with the Minnesotan girl, Michael Caine (her grandfather), my girlfriend's cousin (the Minnesotan girl's sister), and the mysterious man in the front passenger seat, and we began driving. The Minnesotan girl's sister turned on some music as she drove: "Pieces of the Night" by Gin Blossoms. Since that's one of my favorite songs, I yelled to the Minnesotan girl beside me as I started eating my chocolate, "I love this song! I love this band! I love your sister!" As I continued eating and listening I realized that while the song sounded right, there were weird aspects to it. I tried to explain it away by saying that it was maybe a live version of the song that I'd never heard, but I don't think that explanation worked for me because the dream started to destabilize. I think that's the closest to lucidity I've gotten. It was the billionth dreamsign I encountered last night, and since I finally listened to the dreamsign and started to gain lucidity it started to break down. That's when I woke up.

A lot of last night's dreams were lost when my mother woke me up to tell me something, but the dreams that followed were somewhat based on the one's that came before, so I was able to sort of connect them in a way. I still wasn't totally lucid, but I'm starting to realize that that's because even when I'm getting close to lucidity I don't do anything to confirm for myself that it's a dream, so I just go along with the changing dreamscape.

To start, I was in an RV with some people. I know other people were there, but I don't know who and I especially don't know the man who was driving. Our destination was this really tall tower with a spiral ramp up it that we had to go around to get to the top. At the very top there was a section where the driver had to bank hard, thus hooking the front wheels on a really strong cable, although the rest of the vehicle hung vertically down the side of the tower. I don't remember how I got out of the RV, but I do remember looking down on it and wondering how we were going to get it up to the top of the tower. There was some heaving involved, but somehow we were literally able to pull it up through sheer manpower, which is one sign that I was dreaming that I didn't listen to.

I think there were some things that went on after that, but I don't really remember what they were. The next thing I remember is running into my girlfriend, which was unusual because she hadn't come with me in the RV I came in. She was with another guy, so in this dream I guess she was my ex-girlfriend. He seemed like a jackass, but that's only because I really really didn't like him in the dream. The odd thing was she started kissing me right in front of him while explaining why we couldn't be together. I didn't argue, but it was obviously confusing, haha. As I walked away I think I was close to being lucid, because I remember so vividly that I intentionally looked back at her new boyfriend and said very sarcastically and patronizingly, "See ya later, champ." For whatever reason I also remember seeing one of my ex-girlfriends from a long time ago there with a new dude as well, but I didn't talk to her at all.

The next part was weird because I don't remember much other than being in what I think was the basement of the tower and being sort of afraid. I don't remember what happened down there, but I know something did.

The scene then jumped to a grocery store. I had already bought groceries, and for some reason they had this rectangular glass case full of video games that you could rent. By the case there was this little pad where you would click on the console of the game you were looking for then browse for that game, so I picked up Diddy Kong Racing for the N64 for $5.00 (why they were renting out N64 games in the year 2010 I have no idea--that's the other dreamsign I should have picked up on). I remember wanting to get another game too, but the weird part was it was more than just wanting--I NEEDED that other game. I don't know what game it was or what I needed it for, but it contained something that for one reason or another I had to have. It was even that I had like an obsession over the game...something about it was just vital to me. So I went for the pad to find it, but the pad had converted itself into a credit card swiper, and a woman was using it to purchase her groceries. I had grabbed the pen to use it but she needed it to sign her name on the electronic screen, so I gave it to her. She apologized profusely for whatever reason, but I said, "Oh no, don't worry about it at all." She smiled, signed, then took her groceries and left.

At that point I was about to get my other game when my nine-year-old sister busted through the front door with some of my other siblings saying my mom wanted me. I angrily picked up my grocery bags, which were heavier than I expected, and stormed out of the store, throwing them in the back of the car. I think I was still irritable from earlier when I'd realized my girlfriend had a new dude, and my mom explained that I needed to be home to help my dad build something, which pissed me off even more.

That's about when I woke up.

This is my first attempt at a dream journal, so bear with me a little. I've never intentionally tried to remember a dream as hard as I'm trying now, and while most of it seems to be coming back , there are holes in my memory. Hopefully I'll get better with time and experience.

The first scene that I can remember consists of me and my girlfriend. This is probably a good sign, considering I was trying dream incubation involving her before I went to bed. She and I are laying in a bed, the top bunk of a bed as a matter of fact, which is unusual because I haven't slept in a bunk bed for years. It's the top bunk of the bunk bed me and my brother shared as kids, but he's not in the bottom bunk and I don't know what room we're in. We're at my house (whichever house that is, I don't know), and it's starting to get really late. I remember having driven her to my house, which means for her to get home I'll have to drive her back, but somehow she convinces me it's too late to drive her back and that she should just stay the night here. I'm instantly afraid of what her father will say, but somehow she's able to abate my fears and she stays the night.

The scene changes sort of abruptly. I know for a fact that there was a scene directly following the first that I can't remember in its entirety, but I do know that it involved an acquaintance of mine who, as fate would have it, sells weed. I don't think I ever actually saw any marijuana, but it was more like I couldn't help thinking of it when I thought of him just because I associate him with weed pretty deep in my brain. I feel like he was in a really old building, and the last thing I remember about that scene is that I had to walk a very long distance all alone over a rather desolate landscape. I don't know if I was headed for the old ruins he was in or not, but regardless, when I switched to the next scene I was with some of my friends, and he wasn't there. Only thoughts of him seemed to appear in my mind I think. For some reason I feel as though a piece of this part of the dream consisted of a flashback of sorts to a particular time during which another friend of mine and I bought some weed from him and subsequently smoked it in that friend's barn, but I don't know.

The next scene was fairly easy to read. One friend of mine, who is remarkably insecure and actually just kind of a weird guy, starts going on and on like he usually does about how terrible his ex-girlfriend was. About everything she did to him and then some. I usually get tired of hearing about it when he does it in real life, and my dream is no different--I remember wanting to just tell him to shut up. Somehow my wish is granted, so then I begin talking to my other friend, with whom, as of late, I have not been terribly friendly. My main problem with him lies with his girlfriend, who is absolutely domineering and jealous and mean (not to mention butt-ugly), but for some reason no matter how many times they break up they just get back together. I'm usually the one to give him a hard time about her, and from what I recall that's exactly what I was doing--just busting his chops about his crazy girlfriend again, all while our other friend complained about his ex.

The last scene is really weird. I'm sitting on a sort of island which is actually composed of the base of a very tall tower. Somehow I've travelled back in time to before the tower is fully constructed and all that has been finished is the base. I remember a man walking away from the tower very exasperated for some reason, and I tried to figure out why he was so flustered, but he walked away and disappeared. The next thing I knew I was sitting on the island with my nine-year-old sister. A small gap in the base of the tower was present, and between that gap I could suddenly see the water that stood between us. There was a walkway that I could travel across to get to my sister, but I just stayed where I was. I remembered that I had forgotten my toothbrush, and I told her that, but for some reason she took out my toothpaste from my bag and started squeezing it all out and emptying it. I implored her to stop, because that toothpaste contained my ability to have lucid dreams, but she just kept going and squeezed most of it out. I just sat there on the other side of the island and watched.

And that's about when I woke up.

I don't know how to interpret much of this, but it probably has a little to do with my girlfriend. Last night she and I had a huge argument about the fact that we've been dating for almost a year and yet she's still more jealous and untrusting of me than I could possibly imagine. I tried dream incubation to figure out a way to get her to trust me, but I don't know if this is the real result of that or not. Last night was sort of a combination of efforts to incubate a dream and have a lucid dream. All I know is that the latter didn't work as planned.