03.20.07

I had one dream... Maybe my dream recall was cut short because of the melatonin?

Well, in my dream, I was asleep... until I woke up from the cold. My room wasn't my room, but I must have mistook it for mine. Blue walls, tile flooring, a pile of stuff everywhere. I was in a thick comforter on a white bed. My friend was on the tile, sleeping fine.

I woke her up on accident, though I only stared at her, and she recommended that I fall back asleep, so I did. I had dream of people moving the pyramids in a desert. I ate lunch and talked with them [I've been having more conversations with DCs lately] and woke up after they finished their job.

I found myself in the same room, but this time, I found a jade rubber ball by my side. I threw it and hit someone else [though there were always only two people in that room, me and someone else], he scolded me and told me to go back to sleep.

Then, I dreamt about going to the movies with DC people, I woke up from that when my friends had to go home.

I was in that room again. I didn't wisen up and become lucid, but... I managed to leave the room and walk into my altered kitchen. What I found there makes me wonder how come I acted like it was normal. Miyavi, whining to me about breakfast, staring at me like I was the one who'd make it for him.

We argued, while he sat in my chair [the nerve of rich guys], about what I'd make for breakfast. He wanted chicken. I wanted eggs. And I didn't want to make anything else but a normal breakfast. He spoke English pretty well for a guy who doesn't like Americans, and as far as I know, speaks little English IRL.

Anyways, we argued in Japanese and English, my parents just ignored us and left the house after stealing my coffee. I eventually gave in when he got all pouty on me in his white T-shirt and black chained pants [made him look cool/cute]. I sighed and said that it'd be okay just this once.

The dream ended there but I really thought this dream was interesting not because of Miyavi, though that is sort of cool, but dreaming in dreams.

I know that there was probably someone else in my room because I woke up more than those two times, but each time, a voice kept whispering to me that'd it'd be good if I wen back to sleep, so I did. It was a guy, but I have no idea who [it wasn't the guy I hit with the ball, the voice sounded deep, nothing like the boy's high-pitched whiny one].

Oh well, it'd be better if I kept up with my RCs and had a lucid instead of many consecutive high quality dreams. I didn't even get that slight dream sensation this time, it felt so real to me, I could feel my own heartbeat.