Just Another Dream Journal

My dreams were excessive and vivid last night... but I only recall fragments and I'm sort of thankful for that

Early on, there was a sex dream with me and my step-dad.
There were dreams of being lost while driving and while riding a bike... of a mall and other large buildings.
I remember scenes from a beach and tornados.
Then there was a strange dream of people passing between realities in order to stop dangerous events from happening. One guy was flung beyond the range of their device. (I was him in the dream). He landed next to a hatch in the sand at a beach. The waves were insane and one of them opened a hatch. There were land mines inside, and every time a wave crashed into the silo like storage area, one of the mines would be flung out and it would detonate. 3 other people showed up. One of two of them died from the mines. "My" friends ended up coming to my aid and extended the range of the reality devices. But I woke up before the dream could progress.

Then there were weird TV Ad type clips of ways to commit suicide. None of them were pleasant in the least. One that I recall, was of making a deep slit in your side to pull out some of your guts. Then you fed it into a device connected to a toilet. Once the tension was just so, you would rubberband and hit your head on the ceiling, making yourself pass out, while the device continued to churn your intestines into sausage.

The last dream was semi-pleasant. I was lost and took a back road and ended up near my grandmothers house. I told someone else whose house it was but she didn't believe me. We got closer, then went inside. I started pointing out the furniture which had been favored by different members of the family (my grams took care of her 3 mentally retarded brothers). I expected to see my Uncle Eddy- the only family member still alive today IRL. Instead, I saw my grams. Only, she looked exactly like me when I was in my 20's.
She was wearing a shirt that tied in the front to show off her stomach and I saw several beautiful tattoos.
Then the dream jumped some and I was at a board game or something and there was real money tucked at a corner. I wanted to steal it, lol, but then it disappeared.
Later, my grams came to me and asked if it was mine. I opened the bills and there was a lot of money there (big bills) and some of them were foreign. I told her it wasn't mine (in my mind, pocking $5. is much better than pocketing $20.+)

I recall snippets of shopping; of being in a different country and worrying over my vape supplies.
Oh yes... then I was in another country, but I was having horrific headaches, so I went to the hospital. I was given an occipital blocker and there was much confusion over paperwork, payment and insurance.
I recall snippets of my old Congregation; and more dreams of extreme weather... and something about my kids and the destruction of homes when they were little and resentment about it all.

ALESSAR MANN.
I woke up because of that name. I had been having a Sherlock dream (from Elementary). He was looking into something with his former Scotland Yard friend. They found a manifesto or something which was signed with that name. Sherlock looked to Watson. He knew his Scotland Yard friend was being trolled. He later explained to Watson it was because of that name... "A Lesser Man"

I am not witty in the least. My dream tugged at the name and how it "should" have been spelled instead- Alessir, perhaps; Alesser? So that's what ended up waking me

I managed to get in 6 hours 38 minutes of sleep AND I only had 3 apnea events an hour. Woot/Woot!!