dream fragment

Nothing solid the past two days. Too much stress in waking life, I guess. I remember snippets of things here and there - running with a bandana around my neck like a bandit, playing a game where the avatars only had normal heads, but the rest of them were skeletons...nonsensical mixes.

Woke up last night to an owl hooting around 3 am, figured I'd try to DIELD (or DILD? I get them mixed up to be honest)....but I couldn't focus on anything but the noise of the birds outside, and my knee decided to twitch constantly, also distracting me. Eventually gave up, put in ear plugs, and passed out.

Meh. Here's to having better dreams tonight, hopefully.

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.