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fragment: I remember reprimanding someone for saying it is incorrect to say it is a dream when we are awake.

Venus mantrap dream: This dream was kind of like a story. It involved someone trapped inside a Venus mantrap. A boy or possibly a young fantasy creature figured it out through some poem or vision he had while in class. He notified the authorities, and there was a fighting scene, with some creatures trying to stop the rescue. But the person was rescued from the Venus mantrap. I may be wrong, but I have the sense that I started trying to get a handle on recall of this while still asleep.

WBTB attempt failed - trouble falling back asleep

HH: I was not asleep yet, and actually had trouble falling asleep, but had a wonderful hypnagogic hallucination: very vividly I saw a woman with a clipboard in her hand. She looked like maybe someone from a doctor's office. And I heard her ask me "What are you doing here?" In response I thought at her "Trying to fall asleep"

Male teenager is all I recall - noone I know. Woke up with a headache.

Fragment: I was supposed to write like a book review essay in a foreign language. I did not know the foreign language. I was supposed to have learned it on my own for college without classes. I had not done this. The book review was due tomorrow. I could not find the book.

Fragment: I was male. In some country where there was a dictatorship. I rescued and befriended a rebel. Went to the mafia asking female chief of security to search the rebel to see if he had a bug on him. At some point I was watching TV and he approached me with a knife but it was a test of whether I trusted him plus he had to remove something from my eye with the knife. Toward the end of the dream there was something about consuming food and accidentally eating something that shouldn't because there was a microchip or something with information on it. There also seemed to be a wedding or other feast at the end.

Woke up with a weird shaking of my left hand upon wake-up. Did a reality check, but I was awake. No dream recall.

No dreams recalled today, and I woke up feeling blah. But I exercised for 4 minutes despite feeling poorly - yes, I know 4 minutes is not much, but it's better than 0.

Dear mind of mine,
I would like you to stop doing that!
This is the second time this week that I recalled a dream fragment, but you caused me to not write it down, and now all I recall is that there was a fragment.

In this dream my 4-year old son was without his pants in the kitchen, and he pooped. This reminds me of a potty training method I read about but never implemented. Anyway my son of course is already past this age.

I know I recalled two other fragments upon waking up, and even stabilized them by not moving, but now they are gone.

I have a sense that this dream was much longer than I remember.

I had a new job.

I remember struggling to recall people's names. I had already been at this job long enough that I should have remembered. At one point I was sitting between two guys, and one of them had my husband's name, and the other's name was Vince. My husband has a common first name so I was not surprised by that. I commented to the guy in the dream that this is my husband's name also, and that it is a good name.

Part of this dream I was supposed to have some sort of appointment with the company therapist. I think it was a prerequisite for starting a new project. A requirement for this appointment was to fring some stew from home, and it would be analysed to see what it reflects about me. I brought too much stew, and I brought it in an open long transparent plastic pouch which was an unwieldy mess. The therapist's receptionist told me it was too much. I said I did not know how much to bring. She kept just a tiny bit. I remember telling her to use or toss the rest that I did not want to take it back.

That's all I recall. I woke up around 3:28 with a major headache. Will go to get pain killer and warm milk now, and plan to try to go back to sleep.

I dreamed about work, but it was a totally different team. My team lead from two jobs ago (whom I liked a lot) was there, and in my dream she had her own company, whereas the rest of us where contracters for another company. At some point she made an offer that anyone who wanted in the team could join her company, and I seriously considered this switch.

Ok, this one I do not even know whether or not it is a memory of a dream or a daydream or what:

I have a sense of going down (or possibly up) stairs in a staircase holding on to a railing and there was energy in the railing.

This came to me as a vague shadow of a memory of a possible dream during daytime. Since I had no dream recall at night, I shall assume this is a dream memory late after the fact.

Fragment 1: Playing a card game. My younger son's turn: he plays a powerful card.

Fragment 2: At work at someone else's computer. Discover right after sending an important email that one of the recipients was wrong. Frantically trying to recall it, but application closes and other frustrating things preventing me from doing anything useful. I see that it is already 10pm, but do not think that it is odd at all that I am still at work that late (in reality I never am).

Dream: Partying Trashed Place

After some partying that was related to a holiday, the vacation place my family staid at in this dream was completely trashed, and it appeared that this was too much for housekeeping to handle, so the place would stay trashed.

My husband and I had been hanging out with friends at a party. At the party one of our friends had a photos order form, and we were looking though and ordering photos.

I left for a potty break to a bathroom that was completely trashed. That's when I realized, we had forgotten all about the time. I had originally promised my mother and stepfather we would meet them for lunch, and now it was 7pm. I ran into my mom and stepfather on the way from the potty. I called my husband to say "Let's go with my folks to a restaurant." But he did not want to leave the party, whereas I had had more than enough. So i suggested that my husband stay on his own at the party if he liked.

I thought it would be good to take the boys with me and my folks to the restaurant. But I was confused on whether they were being babysat or whether they were at the grown up party with my husband. Either way there were no other kids there, and surely they would prefer to go out with their grandparents.

Fragment: Worrying about my husband, comparing to my father

In a phone call with my dad I mentioned the word death in passing, and he asked whether I am depressed. I said no, that I am just worried that my husband is working himself to death, working 12 hours and not sleeping enough at night despite being sick with the flu. But I guess it will be ok, because my father worked like this all the time and now he is fine. Side note: my dad worked like this all the time indeed, whereas my husband only now has deadlines at work and is indeed working long hours despite being sick, but the difference is that with my husband it is the exception not the rule, I still worry though, but not literally about death.

Fragment: emotional exchange with my mom
I had some sort of serious discussion with my mom, don't know about what. Then she argued that when she divorced my dad I was desperate but now I wouldn't be because I felt differently about it. Suddenly I was desperate again to show her that no that had not changed. She was shocked and concerned. I then told her, while it has not changed how I felt back then, but I do feel differently now about you, or else we would not be talking. We hugged.

fragment 1: I dreamed that in order to get a college degree I had to either choose a major or combine all the courses I had taken into a thesis somehow.

fragment 2: I was washing the dishes. (Alas I woke up and there are some dishes in the kitchen waiting to be done, so doing them in my sleep did not help.)

fragment 3: I walked into a hotel room, and was surprised to see my mother in law there. I asked my husband about it, and he said that this was not our room, that our room was up stairs and we were downstairs now. I explained that I was probably confused because I did not have my glasses on, though I secretly suspected that I would be confused even with my glasses on. I went upstairs, but a woman was there for housekeeping. I explained that I needed to use the bathroom.

dream 1: Bears country vacation with issues
We were vacationing in what was Bears country, but someone who knew and liked my husband gave him and my boys a special dispensation that would allow them to wear Green Bay Packers shirts, but shirts only not hats and such. Our car broke down, and the wheels had already been taken off, and I was carrying it with one hand by an open window to the mechanics. My husband was already there. He said the mechanics would fix this for free because they had an agreement with the mechanics that had failed to fix this in our area, but they still needed a valid credit card to run to check our credit, and my husband only had an expired card. So I gave them my card. Even though i was the one lugging the car, and providing the credit card, i looked to my husband for guidance on what to do. I remember thinking that I hated this vacation, but was not going to say anything because I knew the boys loved it.

dream 2: spies and memory wiping
So in this dream we were spies of some sort, or maybe amateurs who had found out spy stuff. I was male, and was traveling in separate cars from my wife. We needed to go through a checkpoint. I went through giving my story, but then circled back because I thought I needed to coach my wife in which story to give. I waited a long time, only to discover she had made it to the other side without my help.

We were given a chance to help the spy network (we had wanted to be involved), however with the understanding that afterwards the memories of our involvement would be erased. Some people could successfully function with partial memory; whereas, for others the destruction of those memories was too much especially after this procedure was done repeatedly, so we were advised to make a living will if we would like to be killed if we became like vegetables after memory erasure.

I woke up from a nap because a strange male voice called my husband's name. Neither of them were actually present.