vivid dream today...

[handodehost]

Strange dream(s) this morning; Watching tv in my childhood home as if I live there now. A couple acquaintences come by and I go to put a Chapelle show dvd in. At that moment, my brother comes in the door, disheveled and wild-eyed, informing me my dog's gotten out again. I walk outside, around the house and sure enough, an eight foot section of fence is missing. Inside the fence, my dog laying on his side licking himself. On the outside of the fence, in the same position a lioness lays on her side licking herself, a stereo vision. Nothing too weird about that. Satisfied that Hercules is in the yard I return indoors to find about a dozen people I know in varying degrees are now in the house. A knock on the door, I answer and four guys I don't know but faintly recognize are standing there and immediately start complaing about some criticism I made about some work/school project we are supposed to be involved in. I try to hustle them outside and keep them from joining the party(?) Somehow I get rid of them, wake up slightly and realize I'm dreaming. I tell that to Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips who has arrived and agrees that's a strange thing. Wake up slightly again then back to sleep. Am now in a bowling alley/bus station/convention center. It's really all of these yet none of them. I'm there with my boss for some work related reason. He promptly disappears into the crowd. I see Her, on the arm of someone I don't know. I see my brother again, escorting a wealthy elderly woman. They leave me to hold her sweater and an seven foot pole/staff until they return, which they don't. I see Her on someone else's arm. Then she's out in the parking lot leaving in a white minivan. The sun starts to come up, the sky is overcast, gray, the place closes. I'm stranded in front of the place with three black youths. Some other kids they seem to know, drive by and shoot us with some pellet like fake guns. It stings, but doesn't kill. I try to call someone for a ride. My pockets are full of exotic coins but not enough american currency to make a call. Wake up slightly, and then back to sleep.

I've omitted a ton of details of course. There were a number of times I felt on the verge of waking in the dreams. It seems if I could truly realize I am dreaming, I could take control of what's happening.