Languid Dreams

Nothing last night. I recall wondering why my boyfriend's goatee had split into three equal parts. I woke up over and over throughout the night - just couldn't get comfortable - and kept trying to WILD, but I feel like it just made it worse. Normally I can remember my dreams pretty well, but not from last night. I think I actually stressed myself out so much about remembering them that I forgot. Reading more about WILD to make sure I'm not doing something wrong today, and trying again tonight.

Curled up for a nap, mostly just trying to work on better dream recall and making myself write them down - and being more attentive to my dreams. Cat curled up with me, and when I kept starting to feel myself doze, of course she would rub on my hand for attention, waking me back up....so eventually I just gave up my usual mantra of "I am going to sleep. I am going to dream. I am going to remember my dreams," and rolled over to take a real nap.

I am in my old house in New York, the 2 story one. I am on a cell phone with my father...which should have clued me in that I was dreaming, as we didn't have cell phones when I lived there. I remember trying to convince him of something, while my step-mother and boyfriend are running around the house, moving things. For some reason she was trying to put a set of drawers inside another one, and pad it with blankets. She was being very high strung, which is par for the course, and I was trying to relate this to my father. When I would talk, he said he was having a hard time hearing me, and I spent most of the dream frustrated with trying to convey the situation over the phone. At one point, I became convinced that he was not paying attention, and apparently thought that whistling through a straw at the phone would fix that... Thankfully, my alarm woke me up from this nonsensical dream to go on with the evening.