false awakening

- I was at a grocery store with a girl I knew from middle school named #74-94. I left the store and started wandering the parking lot and came across #154-434 driving around. I was wondering why he didn't stop for me, as he was my ride, and he clearly saw me. He later came up to me without the truck, and explained he had to return it to someone else. I was a little concerned, explaining now we were stranded.

- A friend of mine, #28-22, was on her couch back home and her mother walked in. Her mom, a very short, stout lady, was very open with her sexuality. My friends father was also there and picked up the mother, threw her on the couch, and then picked up a couch nearby. He later opened up a book entitled "Streets in Heaven."

- I had a false awakening in which I met my sister, and was explaining to her she should keep a dream journal. She was telling me she joined my work, and was working with the friend from earlier (#28-22). At one point she was in a car with me and my father. We drove by a man named "Arms" who walked with one arm on the ground. At one point my sister left the car and was being dragged by "Arms." I felt uneasy about this, but didn't realize she was in danger. "Arms" collapsed for some reason and my sister was able to get back in our car, explaining how she was captured. My father looked really upset at this, and explained he didn't know or would've shot him. Instead, he started driving towards the collapsed man and attempted to run over him twice. I don't remember if he was successful.

- I remember seeing my old roommate, #0192-210, in a bathroom stall. I walked past him and started washing my hands at the sink. Another guy, shorter than me and black, started making some comment about my sister I believe. I remember feeling angry about this, and ignoring the guy.

So, to preface, I tend to naturally wake up after four hours of sleep when I initially go to bed and in two hour increments afterward (from closer observation to my sleeping pattern recently), so it seemed fairly natural to try a DEILD approach. Since I went to sleep around 10:30 PM, I'm assuming this happened at around 2:30 AM (and since I later awoke at ~4:00 AM, this seems plausible). In any case:

I wake up, but keep my eyes close and instantly feel the sensation of falling asleep, but I was completely lucid as it was happening. I was very aware of falling asleep, and was certain I managed it, but my mind decided to be a jackass, and I dreamed of myself, in bed, trying to be lucid . In fact, its almost indistinguishable from when I first went to sleep, putting some doubt in my mind as to whether or not I actually managed to fall asleep originally. In any case, in my dream my eyes are still closed and I'm lying face down on my bed. I turn over, and again feel the sensation of falling asleep, but this time hear voices right next to my bed (first a man's, and later a woman's) as I'm doing so. I tell myself this was all part of obtaining lucidity, and to disregard the voices as they were by-products of this process.

So I think I was lucid for all the span of 2 seconds. Mind: 1, me: 0.

After a little while though, dream me decides to freak out, and I lurch out of bed, throwing my arms in the direction of the voice. As expected, nothing is there, I feel kind of like an idiot, as I threw away a very good opportunity (should've done a reality check ). Now that I'm up though, my sister enters my room in my apartment and sits down next to the bed. We talk for a bit, and I tell her about my "lucid" experience. In response, she pulls out a FoxTrot Comic Strip Book, and points at a Sunday strip. I saw all the details clearly (and one particular panel with Jason staring at the reader), and we took turns continuing the conversation with lines from the comic strip.

I got up and walked out of my room as I heard cooking in the kitchen. There was a pot of spam and eggs being heated on one stovetop, and a pot of steak, with bits of green pepper in the other. My sister began draining the pot with eggs, and I started stirring the pot with bits of steak. I suddenly knew my mother was where my roommate should be, getting ready for work, and, looking into the pot, which was sizzling and popping as I would expect (it also looked very tasty, and I could see the steak and drops of oil bubbling), noticed there was only a little bit. I concluded my mom made this for herself, and made the other pot of food, which had a lot more for my sister and I before she left for the day.

She came out, and I put away the wooden spoon. She might've thanked me for stirring the food or something, and then I awoke, and couldn't fall back asleep.