Mydera

Dream One (Fragment): I'm in a big building of some sort. It seems like everyone in the building is being held hostage by someone. I'm with someone else, but I don't know who it is because except for my notes in my phone, I can't remember much more than what's in my notes. Me and the other person were crawling through some sort of sub floor duct trying to sneak into a command room where the person was controlling the building and keeping people from escaping. We're trying to be quiet, and my companion climbs up into the control room first. We're crawling up behind the chair of the controller, so he can't see us. When it's my turn to climb up, my companion squats and reaches his hand down to me to help pull me up because I'm too short to reach the top. When he starts to pull me up, the vent I was in pops loudly and lets the controller in the room to our presence. The controller turns around, and it's my dad! I'm speechless, but then the controller starts talking and I realize that even though he looks like my dad, he's not my dad. I think my partner helped me reach the conclusion that it wasn't my dad, but a robot or clone or something of him that was evil. I don't remember anything else, which really drives me nuts. I want to know if we defeated the dad impersonator, and if my companion was K, but I was never lucid and I can only hazily remember, so there's no way to ever find out.

Dream Two: I park in a parking lot and notice a red truck parking near me. I get out of the car and I'm holding my son's hand walking across the parking lot. I notice the guy in the red pick up is blond and has messy curly hair that reaches his ears, and he's holding a little girl's hand. I wonder she's his kid or just a relative. He looks young to have a kid her age, but then I remember I was married and pregnant with my first at 19, so I can't rule out that she's his kid. We are all walking towards the same entrance in a big building. When I get inside, there are a bunch of Kindergarteners in there, and I realize that I'm bringing my son to his field trip because I'm a parent volunteer. I notice the guy and little girl stopping with the class too. I start to talk to him, but I can't remember what he said, other than that they are there for the same class trip. I keep thinking about the guy, thinking he looks so familiar. Then an announcement comes over the speaker and the building turns into a game show studio and all the kids disappear. (I hate that this doesn't make me lucid!) The announcer says that someone has been chosen to participate in the next game, and to come on down! The blond guy winks, then walks up some stairs to the announcer. The announcer sends him to a back room, and he almost instantly returns. Only not his pretty messy curly hair is a mo hawk, and he's completely naked! When I wake up I realize he's the "K" that I found the one time I was lucid and went looking for him. Fortunately, this fake K had more personality than in the lucid I had. He Streaks down the stairs screaming, "Woo Hoo!" Then the scene shifts to outside my grandpa and aunt's house. The "Game" is to throw this ugly rubber cow with chicken bumped skin into a basketball goal 30 feet away. There was a limit on how many times you could throw it, and you had to throw it from where ever it landed (like mini golf I guess). Fake K throws the cow once, but ends up accidentally throwing it behind himself rather than towards the goal. He says, "Aw man!" and then walks off. So I go and pick up the cow and throw it. It takes me Nine throws to get it in the basketball goal. The announcer counts it as a win, and fake K starts running around naked screaming "Woo Hoo!" again. I wake up.

Dream Three: I walk into a dance studio. There's a skinny man there who's the instructor. I want him to teach my daughter dance, but he refuses saying it'd take thousands of dollars for him to teach her how to dance. I'm sad, but think we can make some money next door. Next door is a photography place. We dress up my daughter and take cute pictures like for magazine ads, and they give me a million dollars for the ads. We go next door and I tell the dance instructor that I thousands of dollars now, he needs to teach my daughter to dance. He throws his arms up angrily and asks how I got so much money so fast. I tell him my daughter modeled for some ads and they paid us a lot because she's so cute and they are sure she'll sell lots of whatever their product was. He gets huffy and tells me to wait in the lobby while he makes sure the money is legit. Another girl my daughters age come sin with her momma, and the instructor rushes out to give her dance lessons for free. I'm very upset, why would it take thousands to teach my daughter, but lessons are free for some other kid? Then I see that the instructor isn't verifying my check, he's teaching a class and was just going to leave us waiting there while he rushes off this new, free customer, to join the class. I get irritated and take it as a personal insult to my daughter, and tell her we're going to go find another instructor, one that knows what they're doing and doesn't discriminate against her because we don't look like fancy aristocratic bitches.

Dream Four (fragment): I woke up with the vision of Zombies and holding a magic book over my head. I can not for the life of me remember the actual plot or anything of the dream though, just that here were Zombies and I had a magic book.

I feel like my recall is really suffering this week, I'm not sure why. Maybe it's all in my head, but it seems like I usually remember 4-6 dreams and fragments a night and this week I've been lucky to remember 4, and they're not in as good/vivid detail as usual. Still, 4 dreams and fragments is pretty good, so I probably shouldn't worry. I just keep feeling like when I finally have another lucid, it'll be my luck that it would be the one dream I won't remember that night!