TaintedViking

This one is boring, you probably shouldn't read it. I'm only posting it because I've had so few this month that I've been able to remember when I wake up. I'm curious though, the first 2 months I was keeping a dream journal, I'd recall several dreams a week, even multiple dreams per night, but now... slim pickins... Well, here it is anyway.

Uneventful
Non-lucid

NonDream Non-lucid Lucid

I'm walking outside of the house in which I grew up. My family is living there, and I've been away for some time, possibly at college. My sister and mom are playing in the yard, and my dad is presumably inside. I head for the side yard, and where it used to be a large grassy area with a cherry tree in the middle, there were now stables and a large, fenced in area. I look into the stables as I walk past and see miniature horses inside, a few chewing on some hay, others roaming the pasture area, and still others chillin in their stalls. There are also Canada geese walking around, as domesticated, not free roaming animals. I approach my mom, and we talk bit about the changes they've made since I've been gone. I think it's pretty cool that they've built this stable, and it will be so good for the family to have the extra income coming in from the geese and mini horses.

Time Lost

I'm outside with my sister and my dad, near a campfire on the far side of the pasture from the house. It's daytime, mid afternoon, and the fire has burned down to red coals. My sister is lighting small fireworks, watching them shoot up and explode. I approach them, just as she lights a new firework. This one shoots up about 15 feet into the air and explodes into silver powder, which then erupts into a massive fireball. I can feel the heat and the change in pressure, though I'm about 30 feet away. It seemed almost as if there were a hydrogen balloon behind the cloud of silver dust that was burning, Idk. I came closer, making some comment about that last one, when my dad hurriedly runs over and picks up the spent capsule the firework was contained in with tweezers. He tosses it into a beaker which contains some kind of milky, translucent mixture. He swirls it around, and it begins to foam up. He stirs it some more, and it does so again. He is trying to save some of the explosive material to make more fireworks.

Time Lost

I'm heading back outside, looking for something, I'm not sure what. I head over towards the stables, and go through the gate. I head inside, looking at the miniature horses. They're all in their stalls now for the evening. It's about 6pm, the sun is still up, but the light is beginning to fade. I walk through the pasture, and whistle for a horse to come over to me so I can pet it. For some reason, the horses are not all in their stalls now, a few of them are standing in the space between the stalls in the middle of the stable. Then I make the Click Click thing with my tounge, and the horse looks up at me and starts my way. Unfortunately, a goose is attracted by my whistling and clicking, and decides to come over to me. The horse looses interest and bends down to graze. I'm a bit annoyed by the stupid goose, but will settle for petting it instead. I hold my hand out and the goose pulls its head back, investigates it and allows me to touch it. I touch the side of its head, and go to stroke its neck, but it takes a snap at me. I try this a couple more times, and get mad. Finally I decide that I don't care what it does, I want to pet it! I quickly stick my arm out, and stroke it all the way from its head to its body. It's now the goose's turn to get mad, and it takes another snap at me, this time, actually nicking my finger. I reach out to tousle the feathers on its head, and it chomps down on my fingers, as if it were trying to gnaw with it's little beak teeth. My fingers are inside the goose's mouth for several seconds, and I remember thinking that I had always believed it to be really painful to be snapped by a goose, but it didn't hurt that bad at all!