SammyTheSnake

Dream one:
I'm in water about chest deep, I have somebody unconscious in a fireman's lift who I'm trying to rescue from drowning. The water is under a low beam type bridge and slowly rising.

Dream two:
I'm on a single track road and I'm trying to use a wall wart type phone charger to tie my shoelaces. There's a large car stationary on the road, perhaps a Passat estate (I'm planning to but a car and that's one of the options I'm considering) there are two people during around the car with luggage and equipment. I ignore then for a moment and go back to my shore laces. Now the wall wart has mutated into a rear light for a bike, I notice that I accidentally left it switched on while I was looking at the car and attendant people, but in a mode that makes it flash one every couple of second so it's ready to think it's switched off if you're in a hurry. I press the button in the light and it cycles through at least a dozen modes, a little screen mentions VGA output and I realise the light has a camera built in to record traffic incidents, which is cool but a distraction. I decide that I can attach the light using a couple of elastic bands and move on.

The car and people are now the focus of my attention, there is a woman who has an air of authority and a male lackey who I mostly ignore. I invisibly float around inspecting the situation, feeling like I'm some kind of expert who might be able to help them sort out whatever they're faffing with if I can analyse the situation. I try to identify the vehicle and it feels like it might be some kind of alien or secret technology as well as being a boring family car.

I slip sideways into a parallel scenario where I'm watching a man designing the vehicle in question. I note that his paperwork is branded with a car manufacturer's logos and name (Audi or VW I think) and some vague memory that I'm supposed to be remembering dreams prompts me to start taking mental notes. The designer's name is Gerhardt Davidov which I see handwritten in magic marker in all caps on a manilla folder. I start writing notes but stop when I remember that notes made during a dream don't come out of the dream with you. This is as close to lucidity as I've been for ages, so I guess that should be an encouraging sign...

Fragments:
After I wake up for WBTB I lie trying to remember my dreams, which is difficult and I think some of my memories got conflated. Fragments include playing with Harriet (my daughter) as a baby, showing a comic / graphic novel style rendition of my heroic water rescue dream to a DV member who days I should turn it into a web comic, standing on a train with the cast of one of my earlier dreams when a bunch of people I identify as the cast of a different dream rush by and I think about how I'm not even sure whether the dream they come from is a real memory or a dream memory...