non-lucid

I'm posting this dream because it is quite funny. When I woke up I couldn't stop laughing:

I am standing in a window, watching the rain storm outside. I get the sudden urge to run in the rain, and I touch the glass. The glass is warm and I can feel every drop of rain that hits it. I say aloud, "Eww, that's icky rain." and then the fun beings. I say to myself, "Now, you may ask, 'Grant, how did you come up with such a creative and incredulous name such as 'Icky Rain'?' Well I'll tell you, my friend. I first came to the conclusion that this is, indeed, rain of the same origin as pleasure-giving rain. It must have came from the same clouds as a pleasant shower, but under much different circumstances. No, my brother, I tell you. This rain is rain from the heavens but it had its birth in Hades. It is composed of the same molecules, but these molecules behave quite differently than the molecules of the ideal raindrop. These move faster, further, and are nigh unstoppable. These raindrops... have.... HEAT!" I say, putting one hand into another for extra wrathful and angered effect. "No, this heat is quite different from that in your easy bake oven, little man. This heat is unpleasant and undesired. If it had a mother it would be rejected as an unwanted child. These foul drops hit this window with a scream, as they feel their short lives coming to an end. They all shall die. None shall be spared. We can not live in the same world as an everliving icky waterdroplet. No, I tell you again, their crimes must be stopped." I finish with such passion as though I had just finished giving a speech. Normally I can't remember much dialog in dreams, but this one has stuck with me for some reason.

Had a bad sleep last night, and only can remember one dream, and only part of it at that:

I was at the school retreat that's happening next week. I had finished eating lunch, and now we were all going to have a race. Me and a few other people got on dirtbikes, and lined up at the start. There was no one there to say go, but we all knew somehow when to start. It was a sandy path, and I was in first place until I go to a hill. I hit a rut at the base of the hill, and it knocked me over. I got back on the bike and gave it as much gas as I possibly could. I couldn't go up the hill, though. I was going too fast, and my tires were just spinning in the dirt. Someone shouted at me that I had to go slowly up the hill, but no matter what I tried, I couldn't get up the hill. Very frustrating. That's basically the whole dream at this point, but I remember very vividly the details of my surroundings. The path was about 10 yards wide, and there was about 3 yards of grass on either side for spectators to watch. Surrounding the grass and the path was a huge lake, and it seemed that over the hill I would have just driven into the water, so I was very curious about the other side of the hill. But I never made it over the hill.