memorable

11-12-12

Due to not writing this down upon waking, I have lost my memory of a fair amount of it. (I didn't want to write it down because there was just SO MUCH to it!)

At the beginning, I was doing something I don't remember, and then I went into this sort of cafe/floral mall. After exploring around a bit (man, I LOVE exploring!), I ended up working there for the day. At the end of the day, there occurs a gap in my memory.

Anyways. When my memory picks up, I'm on a shore talking to someone that reminds me of my dad about some destination or something. He hands me an advanced volt meter just like my dad has back home and turns the dial to a certain setting. He told me to input a certain set of numbers that seem much like coordinates, and I did. The screen flickered, and then started up like a colored pixel display. (e.g., an LCD.) A horizon appeared on it, and as I would tilt the meter, the image would shift. The image also would shift relative to some unseen variable, and I assumed (accurately) that I was to keep it stabilized -- with both the horizon and the sun, centered, in view.
As I did, we began to float and then to fly away from the shore we had been standing on. We flew in a straight line toward the sun, and soon we were flying over parallel, minecraft-style (read: blockish) outcroppings on a shallows. An out-of-place tree was on one of the outcroppings.
Outcroppings? I don't know... like a sandbar, but made of secure dirt. With grass. Like in Minecraft.

Quickly we arrived at the shore, and all the land about us was like im Minecraft, except it was like the generation algorithms were actually accurate to real life. (sans dirtbar-outcroppings)
I don't remember what we did there or what the purpose was in us going there, but I do remember that it was a pretty awesome if not somewhat mystic sort of place.


Another breaks occurs in my memory, and then I'm in my dorm room (sort of). A is there, and she's reeeeaaaaly tired. I'm pretty much hugging her nearly-bare self to keep her from falling in a heap onto the floor. I look to the other person in the room (Maybe J or M) and ask the something, but they're "not sure".
I decide to lay A down on the bed, but when I do she pulls me down on top of her. I realize that she's already completely fallen asleep and decide to just forget it (that is, whatever it was I was worrying about) and go to bed there.
And so, for the first time ever, I actually fall asleep in my dream.

When I woke to real life, I could still feel her sleeping there, even though I was alone.

Hmn, now this is some odd happenings.

So I have this dream, right? And the only part I can remember is right at the end where I (in the dream) am exhausted and hug/lean against a certain lady-friend of mine. Well, she think is best that we sit down before I crumble into a zero-energy mass, so she starts walking me (whilst I lean my head on her shoulder) over toward a park bench. (Weren't we just in a gymnasium??)
Well, the motion of walking/dragging me over to the bench caused my head to slip down... down her front a little over half a foot.
Now it should be clear why I didn't feel like just forgetting this dream.

Okay, so I wake up. And it's hours before I need to 'rise 'n shine', so I attempt to re-enter the dream. Creative, imaginative guy that I am, that shouldn't be hard, right?
True. I can see the dream-location in my head, I'm there, she's there. Now poke her, Elliot. 'Kay, that works.
But I didn't feel it. It's not me, it's "me".
Waitasecond... I'm in third person perspective, falling into a stage-1 sleep reconstruction (or continuation) of my dream, right? Okay, then WHY is it that I can't get back into my dream-self? I mean, the dream is even throwing in some odd things and non-sequitors like it would if it was a true dream. Because it IS.
BUT I STILL CAN'T GET MYSELF INTO IT!
Grrrrr....

Well. Does the counsel of my peers here on DV tell me anything about this conundrum?

7-9-12
Lucid dream #3
DILD

Blah, blah, blah.... doing whatever, talking to his one guy, noseplug...
Breathe?
"Hang on a second."
Shove fist into brick wall.
Look at dude with expression that says "Oh, I was talking to you? Too bad. See 'ya!"

Oh, yeah.

The rest of my lucid I used to test dream powers, including long- and high-jumping (no flying yet), punching through things, making people believe me/making them go with the situation, and...

something else I forgot about.

Oh, materialization! I made myself a ring that I'll wear only when I'm lucid. That way, It'll be harder for me to forget lucidity within my dreams!

Anyways, some of the dream took place at my old Church building, where I would jump through the ceiling to get to the next floor.
I woke up right after a segment that had me talking to some Stryper fans. T-shirts, and all, they obviously loved the band. One thing about them, though, was the logo on the shirts. Three of them were shirts for the "Reborn" album, a couple I don't remember, but two or three were for some album that doesn't really exist.
Which is a shame, 'cause it was cool album art.

The thing about this lucid dream that puzzles me is that my recall of it is just as hazy as ever. Go figure.

The thing about this lucid dream that I absolutely LOVE is that I actually had the time and took the opportunity to just go wild.
I PUNCHED A DENT INTO A FREAKING BRICK WALL.


Oh, and jumping twenty or thirty feet across a street was sweet, too.

Now, if you'll excuse me while I go and WILD...`

4-29-12

Took a nap at 2:45, woke at 5 o'clock

I don't know the original setting of the dream, but I know that early on in the dream I performed a nose-pinch RC and it worked. I was somewhat surprised and shifted my hand to a spot that I was more sure would block any possible nasal air passage. It still worked. Over and over, probably upwards of a dozen times in a row, I did a nose pinch and every time it came up as breathing through anyways.
And so I concluded that my nose was broken and that I'd have to ask about it later.
HUFP()@(RYHOPIQWHDUNP@J(CO$EU$@P#R!#(%$(*#)%$@#()* JECHQUWPVEHIJ@ECVDUJQWHC)(FQ#YT*(PROE()&$*$*&#(@$& !@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, now that we've gotten THAT out of the way...
Memory gap. (grrr)
I remember after some point in the dream that I was back home in Iowa and that I had been hired for some company to do some work at a sort of facility that looked like a retrofitted barn. Retrofitted to seemingly have a six-foot-wide, five-foot-long rail gun (which is basically a completely unworkable design. I helped set up the rail-gun-type-thing in the top of the barn. After a couple hours of testing and what not, we fired it and the shot went about ten feet out of the barn before dropping to the ground.
Did I mention this is in the middle of my hometown? Actually, a larger version of my hometown?
Anyways, the round itself was hollow and square with clipped edges and no bottom edge. This was so that a person could look through it and stand with it (the round) around him as it fired. And that lucky person was me.
Luckily the firing didn't make much noise.
The third time it fired, I wondered how I would get my hand out of the way of the shot. You see, my job was to reach out in front of the round before it was fired and push a safety tab back into the wall. This somewhat troubled me, as I was to do so only within about a second of the round firing. When the rail gun fired that third time, it didn't seem to push very hard on the (square) round, and it barely cleared the 5' "barrel", if you will, before it tipped down and went crashing to the floor of the barn.
So much for a rail gun.
I took my leave at that point, because it was my break then, and biked around the city some. Again I'll say it was my hometown, Cedar Rapids, but it was larger than normal. (In retrospect it reminds me more of Manhattan in size and building type.)
There's a gap in my recall here, but I know at some point that I stopped to talk to my dad as he was walking somewhere. He mentioned that I didn't need to remotely blow up the rail-gun barn at 3:30 (I had a wireless trigger in my hand), and I panicked because it was 5:23. {note: though my watch was different than normal, it was accurate to the amount of time that had passed.} I reasoned with myself that it must have been intentionally diffused before that point, as I hadn't heard it blow up while biking around. Soon after I and my dad parted ways and resumed biking (me) and walking (him) to wherever it was we were individually going.
After a while I biked across the river on the 1st street bridge and back over on the 2nd street bridge. I parked my bike there and clambered up the wall-like steep side of the embankment for the road that crossed the bridge where it meets the land. On top, the road was suddenly the flat, tar roof of a building. It was also midday instead of evening (as it had been earlier), and the roof was hot and... bouncy? (Weird.) I walked around on the massive, flat, multi-building roof that I had found until I ran into my dad again. (not literally) We talked some more and he began bouncing on the roof, which was now as resilient as a trampoline. We ended up agreeing on some task to finish before the day was out, and I returned to the area of the roof where my bike was and explored some.
After another gap in my memory, I know I was back at my house. Sort of. The exterior was pretty messed up, and I remember that I was chasing around some young'uns through the house and around it even. I know at one point out behind the house that I needed to go from one end of the house to the other. However, behind the house there was a lot of equipment like you'd see behind a large store or hotel, but smaller. On my right, halfway down, there were two shiny steel boilers or cookers like you'd see in a pricey restaurant. They were running full steam, and when I walked near them I saw that the only path to get to the other side of the building ran right next to them. One problem I noticed was that there was a small metal arm of sorts attached to the nearer boiler and it reached out half of the width of the walkway. It had a 6" disk-like thing on the end, and there was no reason that I thought I couldn't just duck under it or slide by. Don't ask me why I thought it was stopping me, I just did.
I pushed the arm a bit to see what it did, and when I did the lid on the closer boiler raised a little and some of the contents leaked out. It looked like some sort of soup or sauce.
Well, I figured that my best bet was to just getthroughasquicklyaspossiblenandhopethatIdidn'tsp illanything. So I did. I did spill some on me, though less than I expected and only on my arm. As I continued to run, rounding the corner of the house, I (the curious George of a boy) licked some off to tell what it was. It tasted a lot like tomato soup, but stronger, and it had some other flavors and textures that makes me think it was probably a sauce of some sort.
So I clearly do have taste in my dreams, I can finally say with confidence.
Well, when I got back inside my (first) brother was in the kitchen on the phone. I sat down, exhausted,and noticed that his hair (which he like to keep shorter than about two inches) was now thin and long, falling past his ears. When he got off the phone I commented that it made him look like Don Moen. (This was actually a completely incorrect comparison. Don Moen wasn't even close to right; he looked more like Don Francisco.) He laughed at that and reached to a point on my hair (also long) and said that "it'd have to be ten inches longer that that" to be Don's hair.
Again, that should have been Don Fransisco, not Don Moen, but it wasn't.

{Don Francisco: http://greatgreatjoy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/forgiven.jpg}

I woke, and I tried to make a WILD. I even successfully cleared my mind of most thoughts other than that I would wake up on the bench in the kitchen where I and my brother were and he'd tell me I was dreaming. When I did fall asleep again, however, I didn't dream before my roommate had kicked me in the rear to wake me up. It was dinner time, so it was okay, but I do wish I could have continued the dream.

CRIPES!
Now I know what they mean by "you couldn't have a lucid and totally forget it if you don't keep a dream journal"!

I'm not sure if you'd call it a WILD or MILD, due to the ~20 minute gap between sleeping times, but when I did fall back asleep, it was like I was presented with some sort of messed-up (de-bug) version of the "Need for Speed II" track selection menu. The difference was that instead of "track 01", "track 02", and so on as one might expect (even though NFS2 doesn't have that in real life), instead it had "track 1a", "Track 2b", and so on.
bear with me, 'cause this is weird: to change to the normal tracks, you'd press up or down... which didn't exist because the visual was all that existed. I did anyways.
....okay.
But then by pressing right or left (again, how the heck was I doing that?), I could switch to tracks like 2a, 1c, 3a, 4e, etc.
I selected/loaded 2a (I think), which deposited me in a first-person shooter setting. I wandered around, knowing I was in a video game, and picked up a MASSIVE gun. Kind of like what Heavy uses in "Team Fortress II", but longer and more hi-tech. I hoisted it onto my shoulder and messed around with the keys (again, HOW the heck was I doing that?!?). After a minute of not figuring out what key to press to load it, I put it back down and wandered into a side room of the over-populated compound that was the setting.
Inside the room, there were maybe four or five people, and I went over and started to talk to the bored girl in the corner. She was... the girl from my previous dream!
Then I became (as I call it now) passively lucid. I was lucid, but I didn't start jumping around the place and freaking out.
To clarify, I had tried to WILD back into my previous dream by mentally repeating that I would "wake" back into the dream next to the girl so that I could punch the lights out of the hobo. Maybe that didn't happen, but I'm still happy to say that in a more MILD-ish sort of way, it worked.
Anyways, back to the dream.
As soon as I was lucid, I stopped having to control my dream-self by "pressing" the right "buttons", (thank goodness), and could function normally and fully.
I talked to the girl about nothing memorable, and I poked her on the nose. I didn't have to explain to her (but I'll explain to you) that it's a thing I do to close friends. Random quote that stuck with me: "You know, you would really be more fun to talk to if you were wearing clean underwear."
Okay, for one how did she know that? And for two, what the heck is that supposed to be? An awkward pickup line?
Anyways, after probably almost a half-hour, I got up and...
Crud. Gap in my dream recall.
Well, I do remember that I fought a little when the room got attacked, and when we moved to a different room (I was the last in) and I went to sit down by the girl and talk to her some more, there was her slightly possessive older brother there.
And... I woke up soon after.

BUT THE DEVIL HIMSELF CAN'T DENY THAT I WAS LUCID AND IT WAS CLEAR AS DAY WALKING AROUND THAT DREAM!!!

1-8-12

Woke at 8:30 and fell asleep again.

I was in this sort of race, but it was a foot race and the "track", if you could call it that, was laid out throughout various hallways and corridors of a large building or complex. It was on multiple floors, and there were no real sidelines; the runners simply stayed on the track and the spectators stayed out of the way.
I came into the event late, sprinting through the front door of the hotel (The building was a really fancy hotel). There was a crowd (mostly made of men in three-piece-suits) between the entry-way and where the runners start about twenty feet in. I made my way through the crowd as it parted an crossed the starting line just as the whistle blew. Everybody took off, and, just like in a video game, about half of them were already moving faster than I was.
We all ran the course, doing our best not to collide as we tried to not lose speed on sharp corners. I even took to grabbing corners and using them to spin-turn quickly.
My memory skips here to the end of the race. It sort of trailed off, so I don't know who won, but me and my dad were in our old truck on our way back home. We stopped for gas and I stayed in the truck where I noticed that a bag of anime tapes I had lost [in real life, I decided not to buy them].I remember clearly a Neon Genesis: Evangelion DVD box set, but it had the weirdest-looking case you could imagine for an Eva DVD set. It looked like something from the "Little House with an Orange Roof" manga. Weird.
We left the station and started home. The route in mu dream was similar to the route we would take home from my Church's old building, including a certain double-overpass. Just like in real life, there was a car dealership to the left of and before the two overpass bridges. What was really cool was that there was a '57 Bel Air pulling out of it in front of us a ways. Then another. When I looked at the dealership, the whole place was full of these cartoon-colored 50's cars.
All the way home we passed nothing but 50's and late 40's cars. We were even trailing a yellow-and-cream 50's car, big fins and all.
As we left the city limits [we live a few miles out of town], it was getting dark we crossed under another underpass right after passing a WEIRD and very tall and very cartoon-looking (think "Meet the Robinsons) 40's-sort-of car. To the left of the road, after the overpass, there were probably two or three dozen of them lined up like at a car dealership.
It was dark now, and we passed another of these strange, colorful, cartoonistic 40's cars. The difference was that we could feel the wind resistance this time, as if we'd just passed a semi truck.
Okay.
Then we passed another, and both we and it were going a bit faster [in real life, this part of the route does have an end-sped-zone]. This time the truck physically shook left and right just after passing. The next time (again faster), the back end even fishtailed slightly. The last time, we had sped up considerably. As we passed it, I braced myself for the delayed wind-impact, but... it never happened.
And the next thing I remember is the next day.
At the next race. (In the same building.)

So it's the next race/day, and the gun sounds, and we're all off. The route is different this time, and quickly takes us runners to a grand staircase leading to the next floor. It's sort of split at the top, and my friend L (Previously referenced as "Elizabeth") is sitting on the small pedestal where the bannisters meet. (Yes, the same friend that I got married to in a dream eight months ago.) For whatever reason, I stop to talk to her, and she is happy that I'm participating in the race. I'm normally reluctant to participate in competitive sport-like events, so I'm happy about it too.
You can call me creepy (if you must), but as friends we didn't find it weird at all that I tickled her as a parting gesture. [You know, to say goodbye.] She giggled and said something like "Oh, don't do that; I'm still getting over that one time." (She was referring to that dream eight months ago.)
I agreed and, saying goodbye, I turned to continue the race.

And I awoke, immediately thinking 'Really???' "Really", because I don't even know L as well as half a dozen other friends in my life, and I haven't seen her much in the past four months.

And that is the account of my dream on the Eighth of January, Two Thousand and Twelve.

1-5-12
[probably D3]

Like the title implies, I’ve been waiting. Not so patiently. And......... LUCIDITY!!! [I think.]

Okay, so I was having a dream (duh) where I was talking to my friend A while on some sort of field trip or museum tour of some sort. Without any prompt at all, I became lucid and promptly began doing what any sane veteran of lucidity lore and study would do in my situation.
I started royally freaking out.
Really, I was getting all sorts of excited. I even grabbed A by the shoulders and said “Hey! I’m dreaming! I know I’m dreaming!”
And... shortly after that, the dream ended. I didn’t even wake up from all that freaking out, I just... stopped dreaming.

Stupid happiness overload.

The weird thing is that my recall of the whole thing is no more vivid than my average (recalled) dream. That might be due to my late (or technically early) bedtime last night (again, technically morning) cutting down on my sleep and clarity relatively, but...
Eh. Who knows.

Anyways. I am now officially a lucidity virgin no more.

I went to bed last night at 11:30, and I woke up this morning at 2:00 AM. I just KNOW that I had been dreaming, which is really weird, because that's way to early for me to be dreaming. The REM part of my sleep-cycle takes four hours at least to really get working, yet I had been dreaming.
Conclusion: I had a dream in layer 1, 2, or 3 of my sleep cycle.
An odd occurrence, indeed.

9-6-11

I don't remember what the setting was, but I was talking to two middle-aged guys. I'm pretty sure I had been talking to more people on the same subject before, but I don't remember any of that.
We were talking about special doors that open into different worlds. The previous people had seen the doors, and seen the doors while they were open, and seen through the doors. The two last guys were different. The second guy, a rough-looking man in the lower 30s, said he had gone through the doors. Right then I could see in my mind's eye the door and the other world beyond. It wasn't as much of a world as it was like subspace: Swirling colors and little tangible land.
What really got me going was what the first person said: He said that he was able to open the doors. I understood that he meant he could open them when others couldn't, or when they were locked, and this got me really excited. And a little scared.
And I awoke.

The crazy thing about it was that the doors seemed so amazing because the dream was set in this world, as it is, with NO fantasy elements whatsoever.
And then there are these doors...

[This was lost in the server crash ]

May 31, 2011

D1: Lame "Heavy Metal Thunder" Cover
D2: [Limey, cut]
D3: Remmaried from M to Laina
D4: Knights challenge the household, and I think 'steampunk'
Wake during, half-asleep for the latter half of.



D1
Second Person: I think and perceive as myself, but can see me directly in front of my vantage point. I=you

'You' [Elliot] are at a small concert with about forty people in the audience.
The stage is also relatively small, canopied, and has been constructed on some sort of blacktop or parking lot. You can't see it but somehow you know that there is either a strip-mall or Casa Bonita [I had recently been there] behind it.
Onstage is a four-piece rock band, and they are doing a watered-down version of Messiah Prophet's "Heavy Metal Thunder". In all honesty, you don't think they're doing a very good cover, and the middle-aged guy next to you concurs with the statement that they aren't any good at all. You sigh with consideration and defend the music in saying that it's metal-ish enough, mainly because you're just happy to hear it being played at all.

The total detail wasn't very deep (think "Waking Life" level of clarity), and I could tell while dreaming that this dreamworld/dreamset was particularly small. A couple hundred feet left and right, a hundred behind, and no further than the building behind the stage forward.



D2
[Because of limey content (I'm a guy, deal with it), I'm not posting this one. Really, I'm hoping to just forget it.]



D3
Third Person

The gist of this dream is that I had been married to M (name withheld 'cause she might be joining DV), but she had died, and, for whatever reason (not clear within the dream), I was to marry this other person I know. Let's call her Elizabeth.
Probably the oddest thing about the whole dream was that nobody, even Liz and I, cared about the fact that she something like twenty-five and I'm seventeen. Actually, I'm pretty sure I was younger in this dream, about fifteen. Either way, the thing that had me tied up in knots was whether or not I could really love Liz. In the dream, as in real life, I don't know her really well, though we get along quite well.
I can recall that at this point (if you can call it that) in the dream, I am in a church classroom of sorts, modern, and furnished, and I'm sitting in a chair near one end of the room, agonizing over whether or not to go through with the wedding. It's set for a few days out, at this point.
I'm finally able to resolve the dream when my father comes in and asks me a question regarding my commitment. I can't quite remember the exact phrasing (and, boy, do I wish I could!), but the effect of his short question was, "Are you willing to work hard to make your love to Liz grow and mature to what it needs to be in marriage?". Except he somehow was able to say all that in about five words. Just like he does in real life.
Either way, when I considered that, I was able to finally realize that, yes, I could do that. I said as much in reply to dad's question, he smiled and left the room, and that was the end of the dream.


D4
First person

This whole dream, because of the intricacy of it, is a bit fuzzy as to what I’m doing in it sometimes.
I’m at my house and the setting is kind of weird. It’s like my grad party (sort of), but there is a light on the horizon both to the west and to the east, as if it was dawn and dusk at the same time.
I’m running around with a friend (no clue who), playing something like tag, when we run into the front yard (it’s on the east side of the house), and stop where we are. In front of us, about a hundred-or-more feet away, are knights, I’m not sure exactly how many, I think six of them. Off to their right, my left, riding astride with the group but about fifteen feet away is another. They all are decked out in crusader-style armor, black, with dull trim on some suits, and their visors are down. The right (my perspective) knight of the center two has more frills than the others. He has red ribbon trim on his horse, and his visor has four vertical slits, unlike the two horizontal ones on the other knights. He was also the only one with a lance, and there was a banner flying from the tip of it (he had it upright), though the knight off to the north had a pole and banner.
Let me say at this point that I live about eight miles from town, and on the other side of the gravel road that passes by our front lawn is nothing but a field. To the north (left from my current perspective in the dream) is a woods, and off to the right (south) is another house we rent out (called the white house, ‘cause it’s white) and the driveway.
Like so: /\
E
<N+S>
W
\/
The road
================================================== =================
TTTTT ||
TTTTT ||
TTTTT Front Yard ||
TTTTT ||
TTTTT _____________ ______________ ||
TTTTT |My House | | White | ||
TTTTT | | | House | || <Driveway
TTTTT | | | | ||
TTTTT | _________| | ___________| ||
TTTTT | | |_| ||
TTTTT | |_____ //
TTTTT | | //
TTTTT | Garage |================================//
TTTTT |________|

Anyways, the knights ride up to within twenty feet of the house, and the leading knight speaks, challenging the household to fend off his troop of knights, implying that he has many, many more knights than the five-and-one with which he’s riding. They turn and ride off.
The funny thing is, I can remember what his voice sounded like, but not his exact wording. Hmm.
I run over to the front porch, looking for something to retaliate against the knights-to-come with and notice what I think is a box of fireworks. When I go to it, though, it turns out to be just some empty packing boxes. The idea stays with me, however, and I tell myself that I’ll need to run into town to get a bunch of them to shoot at the knights. Yep, that’s right. My though process said “Get fireworks to shoot at the knights” and didn’t even think to use them to spook the horses. I didn’t even think of using the two-dozen-plus guns we have laying around. (And the 30-30 would have been effective, too.)
I’m thinking along those lines as I run back to get a car when the idea of charging at the knights with the various vehicles we have around here pops into my head. I like that idea, and, deciding to work out that plan, say aloud to myself “Yeah, I’ll be a steampunk!”
The only reason I can think of now for me considering myself a steampunk for this plan is because it involved cars and gunpowder (fireworks), not computers. Go figure.

I wake up, mostly, at this point as I’m running back to the garage to get a car. I let (of kind of make) myself fall back asleep, and the scenario slowly starts to formulate again.

I’m still standing where I had stopped running to declare myself a steampunk and I take off running again. When I get to the garage, it’s loaded full of vehicles we have had in the past. Sandwiched in between them all, and at a rather odd angle, is the Subaru dad used to drive to work. I get in and somehow get it out of the garage with ease. As I’m driving it around to get it positioned at the front yard, I notice that it’s almost stalled multiple times in the short time I’ve been driving it. The clutch and tranny also seem to be terribly sluggish, and suddenly I realize that I must be driving the old Subaru we used to have that looks exactly like the other one. (Not a dream warping of memory/reality, we really did have two identical Subaru Impresas.)
I park the car between the two houses and my brother (Et) comes up to the window (I had rolled it down, I think) and told me basically what I had just figured out. I get out and start to go to get the other Subaru, but Et says he’ll get it for me and says he has something to show me.
We go to the inside exterior corner of the white house and he shows me how, at the bottom of the drainpipe of the rain gutter there is smoke or smog or fog coming out of it. He tells me that he’s set up an engine on the roof to make the smoke, and I really like the idea.
Somehow it didn’t occur to me that the drain was on the wrong side of the house.
At this point, I turned to walk to the front lawn, but I was effectively awake by the time I got there.



Yes, that's a pretty wacky bunch of plots for the first set of dreams I've had in over a year, but hey. I guess I'm just unique.