I was in a house that was a cross betwen The Cottage, Yiayia & Papoo’s house, and some kind of factory.

This one went quickly, so there’s not much to tell.

We had been preparing some kind of big dinner, and I wanted to contribute, so I got buckets full of brussell sprouts (yep – brussel sprouts).

I was planning on making them special…  But it rained and something else weird was going on.  Anyway, dinner came around and Dad, Mom, Laura and Yiayia were all there.  Dad had to go do something so he took off.  Meanwhile I went to go get my buckets (now that i had the time) – it was time to make my food and prove myself!

But here’s where it gets weird (okay, maybe it got weird at brussell sprouts).  The buckets were on rafters that jutted out from the second floor, out over the sidewalk.  But they were hinged, and had ropes and pullies everywhere (the whole place looked like backstage of a theater).

I was going to walk out and carry them back, but Mom pulled the right rope and gently started lowering them down.  I acted like I wanted to do it my way, but this way was much better, and I had secretly wanted to do it that way anyways.

Oh yeah – and it was raining.

Then I woke up.  The sprouts could have also been potatoes or pickels…   you know how the feeling of dreams changes often and at weird times.

So I guess maybe tonight I’ll boil up a big bucket o’ brussells!  (or maybe not)

Preface

As a result of the polyphasic sleep, I am remembering my dreams much easier now, and thought it would be kind of cool to write them down (as best as I can).  This also gives me an activity to help bring me out of the sleepiness.  Right now it’s bad because I’m still adjusting, and have managed to begin getting more REM sleep, buti have not yet reduced the time of the cycle yet.

Anyways, without further ado, here is what I can recall of this dream:

I’m at my cousin Jay’s house, just wandering around.  Drifing, almost floating, between groups and individuals.  I’m not sure if something’s going on, or if it’s just a hub of activity. 

Something’s going on, I can’t remember what, but we’re out in the woods, just returning.  My cousin John mentions something about losing an arrow, or that it’s stuck in a tree somewhere.

"Take a look at this", Jay says, and leads us to a small, felled tree.  The tree still has it’s leaves on it, though it could be a pine.  I’m not really sure.  What is clear, though, is that the bark is all scraped up in strange patterns.

Someone asks if it was a buck, but Jay is silent.  Something happens to distract a portion of our crowd and Jay shrugs, pointing to a particularly large section of exploded bark.  "That’s where your arrowhead was" he said to John, before walking away.

From there, there may have been some kind of segway, but we ended up walking down a white sidewalk, next to some houses with neatly trimmed yards.  They weren’t unbelievably immaculate, but they were clean and very homey.  Here the dream shifts, and I have memories of something to do with kids of two neighbors getting together. 

One was causing a bit of a stir, and his mother was out scolding her.  She looked like a young, non-distinct polish woman.  One of my friends, I think Jason B.  Maybe Josh.  Breaks off from our group to relentlessly hit on this woman.  She is very nice to him, but naive of his intentions.  Nothing happens and we continue on our way, making fun of our friend.

It’s around here where the alarm goes off and I scurry out of the warmth of the blankets to turn it off before it wakes Jess.

This one wasn’t very exciting, and it was very spotty, but I wanted to get started on writing these dreams down before it joins my procrastination pile.