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Okay, Well I woke up around 30 minutes ago and immediatley turned my lights and TV on.

I was laying in my bed, and I thought I was awake. I heard my cat come in the room, you know when the squeeze through the door crack? you can hear there fur brushing against the door. Anyway. I realised that my door was shut tight so I froze. A moment later I felt someone kneeling on my bed then in no time, demonic, echoing screaming in my ear. I woke up - realising that I had been dreaming.

I hope I'm not grudged.

Sweet dreams.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a house like my great-grandmother's house. Other family members were there. We were all getting ready for a wedding, which was probably going to take place in the living room.

I walked out from the kitchen into the living room. Right where my great-grandmother's chair would have been, there was a bed. Two or three people were in the bed. These were the people who were going to get married.

The people had a weird look, like they were frozen or made out of wax. They had strained, sinewy looks on their faces, like old paintings of people in sorrow and pain. They looked like they were near death. One of them seemed to be wearing ancient robes and a head-covering, like women in Renaissance paintings. The robes, and possibly even the person, seemed to be colored a pale pink.

I think that the scene of the bed made so little sense to me that I actually looked away from it. I couldn't understand how a marriage could be so morbid.

Other family members were seated in different parts in the room, each group spaced well apart from the other. The family members remarked that there was one person missing from the bed -- the woman who was actually to be the bride.

The family members all remarked that the woman was so sensitive about having her picture taken in these situations that she'd avoided this scene altogether. Everybody kind of felt bad for setting up this situation, even though it seemed to be the usual part of a wedding. But everybody kind of looked up to this girl, so they hated doing anything that made her uncomfortable.

I saw the girl in my head. She looked kind of young, maybe in her late teens or early twenties. She was skinny, kind of pale, and blonde, with her hair in a pony tail. She wore tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt which she had tucked into her pants, but which was also a little baggy around her tiny waist.

Dream #2

I was in a small bedroom, like a bedroom for a little kid, with my boss. We both sat on the floor, cross-legged. I sat before a bunk bed. My boss sat near the door.

I had a big, white, cotton bag of laundy in front of me. Inside the bag was a bunch of laundry and two packs of diapers. One pack was pink, and one pack was blue.

I was going through the bag, shuffling through all the clothing, which may actually have been dirty. I may have been trying to pull some stuff together for some kind of business trip that I was going to take with my boss.

My boss started telling me about his old job, which actually had something to do with the packs of diapers in the laundry bag. He had done something like design the diapers or been among the first sales team to promote them, or something.

Apparently the diapers were made for newborns or very young babies. There was some other sort of stuff related to the diapers -- clear, plastic items like tubing and masks (?).

I pretended to be pulling different items of clothing out of the bag. But I was actually more focused on pulling the diapers and the plastic items out of the bag. I wanted to wear the diapers from the pink pack. I think I assumed that the plastic gear helped you fit into the diapers (?).

I hoped my boss didn't catch on that I was going to try and wear these newborn girls' diapers. But eventually my boss stopped talking about his old job. He got impatient that I was taking so long finding clothes for the business trip. He said, "I'll be waiting outside, whenever you finally have everything all ready to go."

Dream from last night. I was in what looked like a huge cabin, I was laying in a large bed near a rustic, huge fireplace, my dog was there with me and I was petting her...behind me, all these people were coming and going on and out the main door, I got up and asked what they were doing, I was told don't worry, we'll find em, you should come, and I responded, this is only a dream, i'm going back to bed, and k crawled back in bed and continued petting my dog......the alarm woke me......

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was with my family in some kind of parking lot in the mountains. It was early morning, with pastel blue and pale gold light of dawn and cold dew still coating everything.

The parking lot was set in two levels. But the levels were separated by a big hill. My motheer had driven me, my brother, and my sister here. We were apparently waiting for something else to happen before we left the parking lot.

But somehow I was now in another car, driving around in the upper parking lot while the rest of my family was driving around in the lower part of the parking lot. For some reason, I felt like this whole thing had been dreamt, and that I was now awake and out of that dream.

I rehearsed the elements of that dream in my head while I looked down at my family. My family drove past some kind of small path which had a little foot-bridge that went across a tiny stream.

Dream #2

My mom was driving me through some neighborhood at night. My mom was probably taking me to the airport. But we ended up driving in some weird pattern that took us up into some totally wrong area and then back to where we'd started from.

My mom mentioned something about six hours, like it would take us six hours to get to the airport, or like my flight didn't leave for another six hours. My mom stopped at a fast food restaurant. I may have stayed in the car while she went in to grab the food.

Dream #3

My friend H and I had been driven to some place by a man, possibly my old friend D. The place seemed to be a cabin or shack out in the middle of a huge lot of barren soil, possibly somewhere in the mountains. The sky was grey, and the air was chilly and damp.

H and I were in a bedroom in the cabin. We were in bed. We'd just arrived here, but the man was thinking of taking us out somewhere, either for a fun dinner or to pick up some stuff we needed. But now H wanted to have sex with me.

I was already laying on H, making sexual motions with her. But I told her we couldn't just up and have sex while the man was waiting outside for us.

I was now outside, by myself. I realized that H was still inside. The man was now somebody like H's old boyfriend, C. I realized that H could be mad at me for not having sex with her. She could end up convincing the man to have sex with her, just to spite me.

I was walking on some kind of line that had been drawn on the soil between the two cars. The line was a double-line, like the yellow lines in the center of a road.

Awake, Non-lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[Dream #1] I'm at the offices of a certain company. [The layout is slightly different than it is in real life.] I'm wearing jeans and a white T-shirt with some logo on it. As far as I know, I'm there to volunteer for the day, to test-drive the job I'm being considered for. [Specifically, the one I'm being considered for in real life.] From the part of the office where all the workstations are, I go out to the front reception desk for something. The person at the desk asks me to stop and let her take my picture for my ID badge. I'm surprised. If I'm getting my picture taken for my permanent ID badge, that must mean that they're actually giving me the job! I hadn't realized that today was officially my first day on the job! I had thought I was just there to volunteer and see what it was like. I'm so happy and honored that I actually got the job!

I speak to the lady at the front desk, expressing some of that excitement and those thoughts, and adding something along the lines of, “If I had known today was my first day and I was getting my picture taken, I would have dressed up more!” She tells me that since I'm not wearing any makeup or anything, I should go back to my workstation and look through my paperwork from the interview and application process, to see if there's still a good, professional-looking photo of me in there. I go back to my workstation and do so. There is, indeed, a good photo of me among many other pieces of paper in a manila folder. I bring the picture back to the front desk and give it to the lady there. “I have a nice smile in this picture,” I say when I give it to her. She accepts it, and we shake hands. I start to say something like, “You have no idea how much this means to me! This is only my second full-time job ever...” I kind of stop after that, because I've just realized that mentioning how inexperienced I am probably isn't the smartest thing to do at my new job.

I go down some stairs, which lead down and out of the building in a spiral. The outdoor part of the stairway is carved out of stone. On my way down, I pass my friends Linda N. and Janet [they're both friends of mine from real life]. I smile at them and say hello.

When I woke up and discovered that my first day on the job had just been a dream, I was genuinely surprised, then immediately became genuinely angry and disappointed. [It makes sense both that I would feel that way and that I would dream about getting that job; I've been waiting all week to hear whether I got the job, so it's been on my mind a lot and I really, really want it to happen. Also, I'd like to note that this dream was actually much longer and much more detailed, elaborate, and vivid than described above. I didn't get a chance to write about it until just before bed the following night, though, so I no longer recall all the details.]

[Dream #2] I'm out on a road trip with my family. At a store where we stop along the way, I buy a small children's book that is [somehow] about the song “Friday,” on impulse. We're on our way to stay at the home of some friends. When I get there, I sit on the floor in the living room and read the book. [I could read perfectly normally in the dream, as always, but I don't remember now what it said.] While I'm there, three teenage boys come into the room.

The house we're staying in is huge, and has lots of people living in it. I watch some younger kids get up to the second floor by climbing some stepladder steps that jut out from the wall in one corner of the living room and lead to an opening between the first and second floors. To get to the bottom step, they have to stand on the couch.

I wander into [what is most likely] the dining room, passing the woman whose house it is along the way. On the back wall of this room is a normal staircase leading to the second floor. The woman asks me if I want an entire room, or just a place to sleep. I answer, “I just need a place to sleep.” The woman tells me to go upstairs, and I do so. The staircase ends in a bedroom with a kid-sized bed; this will be my place to sleep. I'll have to sleep with my feet and probably half my lower legs hanging off the end of the bed, but I just accept this. Beyond this bedroom are other bedrooms and bathrooms, and even a third floor to the house, really just a loft bedroom situated in the highest gable of the house.

I entered this room and I was looking up at this very big bed with two cows standing on top. There were also several smaller animals up there, but they were hard to see from where I stood. I had come there to remove the animals. I would have no problem getting the smaller animals off the bed, but the cows were going to be more of a challenge. I couldn't carry them Like I could the smaller animals and if they jumped, they would surely get injured. (the top of the bed was about 5-6 feet high) I was going to have to set up a ramp for the cows to walk down. I was angry at how people could be so neglectful with their animals. Didn't they realize that cows need a much bigger area to graze. (It never occurred to me just how odd this situation was.) I first surveyed the room. If I set up a ramp straight out it would end at the bed on the opposite wall. That bed was a normal sized bed with a pretty blue flowered bed spread on top. I didn't want the cows to have to walk over this bed, because they could do damage to it. Therefore, I would have to put the ramp at a diagonal. I walked out of the room to look for something I could use for a ramp. I asked someone next door if they had some boards I could use and a man handed me four 2x4s that were about five feet long. I handed them back to him telling him I needed boards that were much longer and wider. I then headed across the street to find something. As I was crossing, I noticed that some people that I had come with were by the road ready to put up barricades so the cows could safely cross the street to get to a pasture. I told them to hold off blocking the road because it would take me some time to make a ramp for the cows. There was a lot going on in the yard across the street. There were big plastic things all over the yard and people were busy assembling them. I asked what was going on and they told me that tomorrow was the birthday of the little boy who lived there and they had to have all these giant plastic animals assembled before then. All I could think was what a big waste of money to buy all these animals for just one day. They surely didn't plan to keep them there permanently. There were too many of them. I asked the people assembling the animals if they knew of any boards around that I could use and they said that they didn't and they were to busy to help me look. I then remembered that there was a large board in the garage and maybe if I looked around I might find others. ( The board I remembered was from real life, but this was not my house or garage.) I headed to the garage to look. That is all I remember.

Original Date: 3/8/2011
Type: False Awakening - Partial Lucid
Dream:

I woke up and walked into my living room, went over and looked through the blinds out the window (like I usually do) and it was still dark outside (like it usually is) and noticed my neighbor had like 3 other cars of visitors over there (which takes up all the space of where we have to park), and then I noticed my car was not there! So I was looking over to the right farther and saw that my car had been moved, but I didn't understand how and knew it had to have been while I was sleeping, someone had to have come into my house gotten my keys and moved my car while I was sleeping!! I went to the door and saw that it was not closed all the way and the lock/bolt was sticking out but the door not shut, like it was locked but not closed. Somehow I knew instantly that my neighbor had come into my house and did this and I actually started seeing images of this in my mind in my dream. Then I opened my door and I was looking around... my old best friend was sitting in the dark on a curb, she said something to me, but I couldn't make it out. She came inside and I knew then that I was dreaming*. So I decided to skip past an RC because I knew I was dreaming and I knew exactly what I wanted to do... I wanted to walk to my bedroom and see myself sleeping. So my best friend followed me into my bedroom, but when I got there, my body was not in the bed, the bed was empty. I was disappointed because I expected to see myself lying there, but I just saw my bed all unmade and pillows strewn around it. Then I looked at my best friend and we started to make out (which was very strange to me) and then I woke up. (I think I lost lucidity because I didn't know what to do after my expectation of me not being in my bed was disproved.)

Feelings:
Exposure, violation, surprise, disappointment, curiousity

*Side Note:
I am becoming lucid when my dreams take place in my current home, I'm beginning to know instantly when I am in my living room (which is where I practice my waking RCs the most) that I am dreaming.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was either with a group of people or watching them as if watching like a disembodied viewer. The people were in some kind of store like an old deli, which also felt like an old trading post. The people were mostly men, maybe older men. They surrounded a younger man.

The younger man was pale white. He wore a 1970s style suit with a blue jacket, white shirt, and tie. He had long, frizzy hair which was balding away from his forehead. He had pale, blue eyes, a kind of nubby nose, and a mustache. He may have had pimples or boils on his face.

The man had either been involved in some crime or had witnessed some crime. Now the men were trying either to get the man to give them whatever he had gotten from the crime or to refrain from telling the police about the crime. But the man wouldn't cooperate. I got the feeling that, right or wrong, the guy was kind of sleazy or cocky.

The men did something to the man, possibly beating him up somehow. They then poured some kind of liquid like gasoline down his throat. After this they may have lit a match around him.

The man was dead. The men were now just outside the store. But the outside of the store was like a log cabin in the woods. Something about the event was repeating itself inside, as if the man were dying all over again.

The leader of this group of people was now a black woman with short, reddish-blonde hair. The woman now stood before the men, outside. She asked them if everything had been taken care of. The men said yes. They had even laid the man's body on her bed, as she'd asked.

I now saw the woman's bed, as if the woman's bedroom were just upstairs from the deli/trading post. The body of a tall, muscular, black man lay on the left side of the bed. The body may have been naked or clad only in white underwear.

I now understood that the woman's husband had died. The woman was going to use this dead body to get in touch with her husband somehow. Possibly she was just going to lay on the bed and talk to the dead body as if it were her husband. But possibly the husband was actually going to possess the body.

A little story played out in my head where the woman lay down to talk to the body. The body became possessed, surprising the woman. The body spoke, but it couldn't move. The woman may have decided to have sex with the body.

Dream #2

I saw the top of my head somehow. I saw some rather long and stringy pieces of dandruff in my hair. I was kind of grossed out. I searched through my hair, trying to figure out how much of this big dandruff I had.

I saw, then, that parts of my hair had actually been stapled to my head. It was done in tiny bands, like braids on a small girl's head. I thought that I had gotten my hair stapled to my head the last time I'd gotten my hair cut. That had been two months ago -- too long, I thought. By now, the staples would be grown into my head. When the haircut people went to take them out, it would really hurt.

Dream #3

I was looking through an Ikea catalog for stuff for my house. I may have gotten a bunch of stuff already. But now I thought I'd need a bed, too. But I was reluctant to get a bed. They cost so much, and I'd already spent so much.

So I looked through a few different kinds of alternative beds, which were cheaper. One was just some blue mattress. Others were tiny, baby-sized mattresses, which I may have taken for cribs.

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

I awake to my alarm. I remember that I need to get up and wake myself up, so I do. First, I write down all the dreams I remember on my iPod. It's about 6:25 I think. I get up and go to get a drink of orange juice. I see my dad and say good morning. Back in my bed, I try to WILD. Everything goes well for about 15 minutes. I begin feel slightly numb.
I wake up a few hours later and realise I fell asleep.

Lisa Simpson is at an old, dirty, and slightly flooded closed outdoor swimming pool. She is trying to get it re-opened. Nelson is also there. He is saying to her she should drink the water, if she wants the pool re-opened. In this dream, the scenery is of a lower-class town. It is the early hours of the morning. Almost everything is made of old stone.

In the second dream, the scenery is similar to the previous dream. There is a reporter interviewing a 13 year-old gothic girl who is getting married. The reporter can't stand the girl's vocabulary.

In the third dream, a kid named Joe from my school is with another kid called Ash. They were messing about, but I don't really remember what they did. A kid named Daniel —also from my school— and I are trying to find our phones in a big, clear, rectangle box filled with phones. I find two iPads. They don't look like regular iPads; they have the button on the side, and they appear cheaper made. He hands me my phone. It's an iPhone, but it has a different shape and a orange back cover. I marvel at its looks, as I walk away.
I've just walked through some doors. I'm holding my school books. I pass a large pot-plant. It has big, dead, white caterpillars on it. Another kid and I both say how gross it is.

In the fourth dream I'm in a bed. It wasn't actually my bed. Behind my head was a window. It was completely dark. Smoke seeps into the room. My dad walks over and opens the window very slightly, letting in a tiny ray of light. The smoke gets sucked out. I thank him, but I'm slightly annoyed he let light in.

I don't actually remember the sixth dream, however it is still written down on iPod. Here's the direct quote. It may be messy, since I rushed it.
I'm at a school bench I think and ash and Joe are still with me. I think I looked at a coldplay cd and thought it was good, but kept quiet because I didn't want to look lame.

In the sixth dream, I'm with Joel Luke and Brant. Luke says how tall I've gotten. I go under something to grab an old piece of clothing, to compare it to what I'm wearing now.
We're all watching a film that I've already seen. I remember seeing a strange shape flying through pretty dream-flowers. A sad part comes on, and the theme music to the film Up starts playing. I look to my right and find Joel tearing-up.
I'm back in the room from the beginning of the dream. I run over to Luke, and am horrified to find I'm not wearing any pants. I run back, embarrassed.

Good morning, everybody.

My nighttime discipline has been terrible lately! Last night, I spent too long watching the Girls' Generation "Visual Dreams" video and some anime stuff on YouTube. It wrecked my dream recall.

One thing before I do the dreams. At the Japan Society in NYC a series is currently running showcasing the work of the director Sabu.

On Wednesday I watched Sabu's film Monday. The plot of the story revolves around a businessman who wakes up after having been drunk for two days. He slowly recalls all the things he did while he was drunk.

The story reminds me of waking up and looking back on a dream. But at a certain moment the main character takes charge over his actions. At this moment, the "dream" stories become more like lucid dreams.

There aren't any extreme special effects. But I think the film, in itself, is very good. And I think it's also good as a metaphor for the dreaming and lucid dreaming processes.

Anyhow, I want to suggest that anybody in or near NYC go to the Japan Society to check out some of Sabu's films. Sabu is there to introduce each film and do a Q&A. So that's also incredible.

Dream #1

I was in my great-grandmother's backyard on a sunny day. My great-grandmother was still alive. My family may have been near me somewhere. My great-grandma was talking to me, possibly standing very close to me, or possibly through some kind of telepathy.

I was now in my "great-grandma's basement." I stood before a bed that was covered in deep blue sheets. My great-grandma told me something about my great-grandfather. I got the feeling that this may have been the bed my great-grandfather had died in.

My great-grandma now told me that I had to lay in the bed. It was as if I was going to be in town for a while, and that I would have to stay at this house while I was here. So I'd be using this bed.

The bed was now different. The previous bed didn't have any headboard. But this bed had a very fancy headboard of nice wood. The bed also had blankets. In fact, the bedding appeared to be a very nice, homemade quilt with mint-green squares alternating with white squares with pink flower (?) designs on them.

I was a little afraid to lay in the bed. I felt like it had been empty for so long that maybe bedbugs had started to live inside of it. I thought I would check the bed for bugs. But I knew my great-grandmother was somewhere around me. I didn't want to check the bed in front of her and offend her by implying that she had neglected the bed.

Dream #2

I was in some museum or art gallery. I was in a room, possibly laying face down on a cushioned bench that was backed up against a wall. My head kind of hung down over one end of the bench. This specific room was spacious but small, kind of dimly lit, with white walls and possibly some thin carpet.

There had been some big art exhibit opening. The opening included some kind of presentation by the artist, a woman who kind of looked like Laurel Nakadate. Now everybody was milling around or leaving. Most of the people looked like somewhat wealthy business people.

The artist woman leaned against the wall near the bench on which I lay. I was playing with some device like an iPhone. All the icons on the phone were squares with a swirly pattern of pinks, browns, and oranges. I was scanning through a number of different icons.

The artist said something to me like, "I could never figure out how those things worked. You seem to know it pretty well. You must be smart."

I figured from this that the artist couldn't afford to own an iPhone. I let her look at mine, so she could figure out how to use it. But as soon as I handed it over, I felt a little bit of anxiety. I knew I had a lot of really wacky porn sites still up on my internet. I hoped that she wouldn't look through my internet history.

The artist, did, however, end up scrolling through my internet history. As the artist continued using the phone, the phone became something like a sit-down driving game like you would see in an arcade. The artist was sitting inside the game, scrolling through my internet history, which was a black screen, with old, pixellated, dim-white lettering. The room also became dim, like an arcade.

The artist, thankfully, kept scrolling down to sections full of internet searches I'd apparently done for really fancy recipes. Also, there seemed to be some sections where I'd taken pictures of these fancy dishes I made.

The artist may have made some comment about how nice it was that a guy actually put effort into making all these delicious meals. That comment made me even more afraid of the artist finding the porn sites.

I thought that maybe I'd get lucky and that the artist might not happen upon any of the porn sites that I'd looked at on my phone. But she eventually did. The porn sites in question were apparently of me, all by myself, on my bed, masturbating or dressed in women's underwear.

At some point the arcade game version of my phone became my phone again, although at certain times the views were coming straight into my head, as if I were just imagining them all. The artist was gone, although I may have heard her talking to me, as if I were hearing the conversation telepathically or through "memory-phone."

I now stood before a bed in an almost completely dark room. I may have thrown the phone on my bed. I still had the weird photos of me running through my head. Eventually I got on the bed, standing on my knees.

(Side notes: Dream #2 implies that I look for porn and fancy recipes on the web. This is wrong. I don't look for fancy recipes. But I probably should, because I think cooking is really cool.)

Good morning, everybody. Both of these dreams are kind of perverted. Sorry.

Dream #1

I was in "my bedroom." The bedroom was big and comfortably dim. I stood on my knees on a big bed with brown blankets on it. I was wearing either only a diaper or a diaper and a white tank-top with thin straps. I peed and peed in the diaper. At one point I felt like the diaper was really full of pee.

(The feeling of this dream was so real that I had to make sure when I woke that I hadn't actually wet the bed. Pretty weird.)

Dream #2

I typed in some key words on Google Images that I thought would pull up lots of images of girls kissing. Instead, I got lots of images of girls lying on their backs with their legs wide open. The girls wore no pants or underwear, but they all had shirts. One girl in particular wore a business-type top involving a white button-up shirt, a grey sweater, and a black vest.

29.12.2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I kind of remember waking up, realizing I only remebered like a single sentence for a dream and writing it down. In the morning the sentence wasn't there and I don´t remember turning on the lights to write it, but maybe I was too lazy to write it in the first place.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This was a false awakening. I woke up in my bed, not lifting my head up more than a few inches. It was dark in the bedroom, and I couldn't see anything but the faint outlines of my wooden dresser and night table. There was a slight light bluish wash over the room that came from a small rectangular window above my bed, but this didn't make the location any lighter.

I looked at my alarm clock, rather groggily. The glowing red numbers read 7:40, which was much later than I normally wake up.

"Crap... I'm late for school... Why didn't my alarm clock go off...?"

I just shrugged it off and put my head down into the pillow again, closing my eyes.

Within moments I woke up for real, and this time the clock read 6:15.

This is one of those frustrating dreams. So the dream starts with me and my best friend are standing outside a club at the end of the night and we are with these two girls, hook ups i guess. The dream gets going when we decide to go some place else where we can spend the night. I don't know why we didn't go back to my house but all four of us are looking for a place with beds. Now beds seem to be the main point of this dream because i keep mentioning it and we keep asking people, as if they would just let us use them lol. We end up in what looks like a boarding school or a university campus, but old school university. At first i thought I was my uni but I didn't recognize the places so it was more of the generic image of a university like Oxford and Cambridge etc. Anyway, we go around the place and it's pretty dark and empty. Theres other people wandering around aswell. We bump into my best friends ex, who got a bit weird after they broke up. She starts asking him questions like who are they and what we are up to. We end up ditching her but after more searching, we realize she was with us the whole time and she was bad mouthing us to the girls. We finally find beds and the girls are like aw yeah I dont want to anymore, i have to go blah blah blah. My friend gets pissed and he's saying things like " don't listen to her, she's just trying to fuck me over" and more shit along the of that. After some talking I decide to let the go because it looked pathetic in front of the other people in the room who i hadn't noticed till right then.
Then the dream skips to me in bed with another girl who is a good friend of mine and we used to work together. We are joking around and talking and kinda snuggling in since it was freezing in the room. Then she kisses me and we are going at it a bit then she stops just before we do it and says "gemma said you thought i was hot and I'm only doing this because i know your not going to take this too seriously." the she looks around for something and says " a shit i don't have a condom so i guess we cant do it"
Mean while in my dream im absolutely raging thinking twice in one night! I don't even try and talk her into it for some reason and she role off and goes to sleep, and that's when i wake up.

This has been the most pathetic dream ive hard ever! Lol, no condom?! It's a dream for crying out loud! Friends ex cockblocking me for no reason, looking for a bed. Just a poor show by my dreamself lol.
Maybe it's because i had an exam today, since ive never had a dream like this before.

I have another day of teacher practice and have a lesson with a small group of students (maybe 3). However, instead of talking to them and helping them I soon find myself in a bed on the other side of the room. Just like the students, I find this a bit weird and surprising. I just lay there and ignore them while I at the same time start to feel guilty for being lazy. They seem to feel abandoned and they just sit there and stare at me with confusion in their eyes, apparently waiting for me to do something connected to the lesson. But I just ignore this, relax and pull the blanket over my shoulder. Right after this I wake up.