Hey dude. Thought of you after I journaled my dream last night.
In this dream I didn't make any conscious choices, I was mostly an observer but was also aware I was dreaming.
I had many familiar scenes (buildings and scenery). So that makes it easy for me to recognize I'm dreaming.
Does lucid dreaming give me better sleeps? I donno. But when I wake up from dreaming I'll often go back for another rem cycle, so there's that.
Dream last night.
Me and all of the travelers seem to have packed our entire lives with us, as if we weren't coming home again. My room was full of everything, including gun safes and sports equipment. We were traveling away from something; of what, wasn't really discussed All of a sudden it seemed as though our position was compromised and we had to take a train away from our station. We could take only what we could carry and we had to do it immediately. For the rest of the dream, I would be talking with other people going from home to home and seeing them scramble and finally I came back to my station or room or home and realized that I could only take a small amount and was scrambling myself to put my chainsaws away in case we returned. I think it was an uncle who came in with his little chain saw and wanted to store it too. So I sent him to where mine was and told him to put it in the closet.
I then peaked out the window and seen new groundskeepers on golf carts driving around as if they were either patrolling or making plans and I feared that they had already stolen all of my landscaping equipment and were driving around with it. At one point when I wasn't paying attention to the window, someone yelled out that they flipped their cart and several of us looked at the window and laughed. I then noticed that they had one of my saws and was pissed. At this point, the outside setting changed to more of a provincial park, cabined area.
As I was leaving a building to go pack one of my bags and find my spot on the train, I noticed that my friends who had been designated to paint the place were still painting the washroom unaware of the emergency, had spilt the paint and flooded onto the carpet upstairs and was tracked all the way through downstairs. The owners of the place, or custodians, weren't too pleased. However, they were just the occupants and were simply delegating tasks that needed to get done.
As I walked down the stairs where the paint had tracked already from everyones commotion, the people working on the tiles downstairs also were unaware of the emergency situation and we're doing a fantastic job, they too started to get upset that the paint was tracking onto the fresh tiles.
Family members started appearing, and as I was coming back to my room one time, a couple of my uncles were sorting through their stuff in my place, and it seemed as though the foyer was just jammed with other people's things, including shopping carts and dressers for some reason. I had to navigate through to get upstairs to my room, which was a lot of fun. My room was also being ransacked through for some reason. So I just kind of gave up and packed one bag and just left.
Then the dream essentially kept repeating from start to finish and bouncing in between different scenes for the rest of the night.
