dream fragment

I remember two dreams from last night plus the emotional ghost of another one. You know when you know you had a dream and when you try and remember it you think "that was a nice dream, but I have no idea WTF it was about", Its that. The first dream I had I was with a friend of mine and we were going to his beach house with a few other people. His mom was driving for some reason. I was in the front seat and we were taking back roads. We constantly had to stop to avoid running over dogs who were all chasing squirrels. When we got there I asked his mom why she had seemed so mad at me. She said she wasn't mad, my pants were inside out and It was aggravating her. I turned my pants right-side out and she was happy. We went inside and I woke up, I was able to catch the awakening in like 2 seconds but I had already shifted my body position so the DEILD didn't work. When I woke up in the morning I remembered a fragment of another dream in which I was at a wrestling tournament. I was talking to someone and I had a small entourage. I was either consoling the person or giving them advice. My dad thought I was still sleeping when I was writing in my dream journal so he banged on the door really loud for an unnecessary amount of time (akin to a military wake up) and it ran the rest of the dream out of my head.

I had dream where I was driving a large truck. It was an older model (probably 1980's) and I was having trouble controlling it. Not like "trouble turning the wheel" control but it wouldn't brake when I braked and sometimes would turn in the complete opposite direction I turned the wheel. This often led me to weaving through oncoming traffic. Not the most fun dream I've ever had. There was also something about rigging the car with a remote control but I don't know how or where that fits in.

I am remembering my dreams now! At least more than I was a week ago. The only real problem I have now is I am so tired when I write in my DJ I usually have my eyes closed. Needless to say my handwriting (which isn't to great to begin with) is rather awful when my eyes are closed. I remember parts of the dream but the best thing to do would be to write down the bullets directly from my DJ.

1.
- Asian landlord lady is really mean and weird
- Giant poisonous cricket (crushed him in the pickup truck when I sat down)
- shower on the stove
- Make great reality TV show

2.
(I swear to God this is what it says) - looked at pin on iPod yogurt bike
- girl from Reynolds
- preheat up truck

3.
- Party, invited to by parents
- they didn't get me ticket I had to stay outside, not mad
- I invited taz, he had a fake mustache, I had mine to but hard to put on
- he wasn't mad we couldn't go, sat in car with fake mustache


There was also something about a bottle of bitter pink champagne but I couldn't tell which one it was part of

My dream recall has not improved from the night before last. It would be naive of me to expect that it would have but whatever, I want to remember my dreams. I remembered fragments of a dream from last night that when pieced together made minimal sense at best. I was at home and my dad was showing of a new antique-esque blue stair case that had replaced the one on the far side of our porch. The problem is that the one we have now is only one step (hardly a staircase), our house is on an incline and that side of the porch is maybe 1.5 feet from the ground. The staircase he added had around 7 or 8 steps and the laws of physics had to bend for it to fit between the porch and ground (still didn't realize I was dreaming). He was also trying to teach one of our dogs to play fetch without the other. There was also something about a really hot pot of coffee in our garage, I don't know exactly how that fits in.

I remembered part of a dream from last night but the recent problems with recall are starting to get on my nerves. I had 100+ percent of my DVA for all B vitamins (earlier in the day), did a complete day journal before I went to bed, set my WBTB timer for 4 in the morning. And put my journal on my nightstand. I don't even remember waking up to turn off the WBTB alarm so I probably didn't do any WILD attempts. When I woke up at the regular time I was able to write down a fragment of a dream that I was having. I was in the locker room at school and I was with a friend and some woman. The woman and my friend were arguing about a pair of pants, he said that the pants made him look like he was 37 (years old) when he was actually 47 (strange because he is a sophomore in highschool) and woman said he was to old to be wearing those pants. From what I can remember I was just an observer. It was a really stupid dream but at least I remembered some of it. Hopefully my recall will bounce back to its former glory.

I was riding in a car with my dad, brother, and a friend. I was staring out the window when suddenly I became lucid. I tried to open the car door and jump out but just as I reached for the handle I could feel myself waking up. I tried to stabilize the dream but seeing as I have no idea how to do that I failed. Lucid for 4 seconds, yay

Not only was this my first (long) lucid dream since joining but it was also my first true WILD . It was around 11:00 and I was finishing that days "waking journal". Before I finished writing I became very tired and decided to just close my eyes. Within seconds I saw a visual hypnagogic hallucination of an alley, I held still and the scene expanded until it engulfed me. I didn't notice it until I was fully immersed but everything was in 8-bit animation. I started sprinting and when I stopped everything had turned into 16-bit. When I started and stopped running a second time everything was normal, at least visually. I decided it would be fun to jump into the clouds and bounce around on them. I jumped as hard as I could (there isn't much that compares to the feeling of jumping a mile in the air) but when I landed in them they were made of glass and were very uncomfortable. There are other bits and pieces of the dream but they keep drifting away as soon as I remember them.

I was with my uncle, we were going on a mission trip to India because he felt bad about something and wanted to make it right. Then I was in a library with incredibly vivid colors, there were two homeless people and one of the was doing acid and freaking out. I picked up a table to defend myself and the dream ended.