I don't intentionally lucid dream and I have no control. The only control I have is to change the direction of the dream. Sometimes it becomes very scary and I'll wake up and change the same dream into a different direction. For example, and I'm looking for interpretations since cookie cutter explanations haven't given me much explanation for my dream last night.

So, I woke up around 3am from a scary dream. When I was trying to go back to bed I tried to redirect my thoughts into something happier. Instead I got a dream without the scary things but with just as frustrating and high intensity as before. Let me explain...

After the "scary" dream I started in on the "same" dream but it branched off into another mode. My dog dislocated its leg. I was doing everything possible to keep that leg straight and not twisted without doing more damage. My husband refused to get help. I begged and pleaded. Finally, he went to get help and came back saying pretty much "whatever". I said I was going to get help and to not let her move. I went walking to get help and eventually one of my husbands friends comes walking up with our dog still with a twisted leg like he's taking her on a stroll.

This goes back and forth for a long while until I get back to our friends house. They tell me I'm doing more damage by trying to hold her leg instead of letting it break off. I beg and plead that the dog needs to go to the vet. I get an ambulance to take her and I ride with her only to end up back at our house. I'm so mad and sad that I curse him out and say that I'm leaving but apparently I had been drinking so I couldn't drive. My mom and his mom were there and we walked out of the house. His mom made a comment about how she didn't see this coming and could see our end.

We walk out on the porch, my dress gets caught on the deck and the whole porch comes crashing over me. like part of it wasn't nailed down. It didn't touch me except for all of the shattered glass falling over me. I remember thinking that I should cover myself with my dress but for some reason thought my arms were enough. I had glass everywhere. Small shards.

No one believed me that I had splinters of glass in my skin. Most I could shake off my eyelashes and stuff but my fingers and feet were different. I had a hard time getting anyone to help me. Before I could finish my alarm went off.

Thoughts?