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1) It feels like Victorian times. I'm stitching up a corpse ready for burial doing a complicated suture up the chest. I'm in an old stone building. At one point a woman is watching me, she's been watching me for a while so I follow her and eventually see her face, I'm satisfied that she is nothing to worry about as she disappears through a door. I'm back to sewing up the corpse - I certified him dead, but then I see his face move and realise I got it wrong and he is actually still alive.
From here the dream becomes a nightmare. The corpse vanishes and I feel an evil presence behind me as if he has come back from the dead and start to feel very afraid. I tell myself it's a nightmare and that I have to face it (I'm not lucid but some sort of memory about facing your fears in a dream) and it's not real. Then I wake up. AT LAST A HINT OF LUCIDITY?!?!

2) I knock a pint of beer onto myself whilst seated at a table. My immediate thought is 'who did that?' then I realise it was myself. Then I have walked to a different location and I find myself talking to a woman about the spilt drink as if her child had spilt it over me and saying it's ok. Looking behind her I see a glass screen and realise that we are at a holiday camp and I tell her that we aren't here this year but have booked to come for a whole week next year.

3) Another dream - I woke up after and remembered it well but didn't write any reminders down! All forgotten now.

4) I'm in a queue with 2 female characters (?family) and we are waiting to have XRays taken. A woman is stood at a desk checking us in, collecting valuables and shoes. Eventually it's my turn. I ask her if I need to hand in my watch and she decides that I should so I give her my watch and shoes. She calls a doctor, we go together to a really bright airy carpeted room. I have a pot plant with me and explain that it's not well and I thought I should get it looked at. I give him the pot plant it's covered in a plastic bag with insects all over it. He puts the pot plant on the floor and gets ready to Xray it.

5) In my old consulting room chatting to a patient. He is telling me about a good new garden centre. I find myself explaining in detail why I won't be going there because I don't work here any more. I remember looking around the room seeing a lot of detail and having a very detailed discussion.

Original Date: 2/25/2011 (afternoon nap - first recall in 2 days)
Type: Ordinary/Anxiety - Non Lucid

Dream:
I was suddenly in a living room my mom and step dad. I remember my step dad saying something about my mom's dog, Buddy, and then pausing for a bit. A few moments later he stood up and walked over towards my mom and opened a box next to her, and I heard rustling around and a jingle of metal/aluminum. Then Buddy popped up out the top of the box, I was calling out his name and was very excited to see him (because I absolutely love dogs and had to leave my 2 back home). So I was sitting in a chair and Buddy was then up next to me in the chair curled up along my left side sleeping, and somehow was covered in like a cloth or blanket. I remember watching tv, but somehow interacting with whatever was on (it was vivid in my dream, but I cannot recall), I think at some point my step dad was changing channels and I may have been changing them back.

Then the setting changed, I was in some kitchen with a very dim light. I don't remember how, but I filled some container up with water that was on the counter. I turned away and I think I was looking for Buddy. All of a sudden I couldn't find him and thought "oh shit!", I had accidentally dumped him in the water pitcher! I could see him still wrapped in the little thin cloth lying on the bottom of the filled water pitcher! I instantly pulled the top off of it, shoved my had in and pulled him out. I unwrapped the cloth, at this point he was palm sized, so abnormally small, not because of the water, but in the dream it was natural. (I felt like his size was possibly a sign of delicacy.) So I started trying to get the water out of his lungs by patting his back sternly, and some was coming up/out. Then there was this strange like 2 or 3 piece machine in the kitchen that he would fit on that would somehow xray him to show water spots in the lungs, but I couldn't find a piece to it, I was searching frantically. At the same time Buddy (still micro size) was up, alive, walking around on the floor, soaked, but alive. I remember seeing him walk around but still feeling worried about him. So I took hold of him and for some reason stuck my pinkie in his mouth to trigger gag reflex to force up excess water. (But this makes no sense because there is no danger if water is in the stomach, only the lungs.)

Objective Context:
Today is my birthday and my step dad (who creeps me out and I have not had contact with for over a year, by choice) texted me and called. My mom sent me a text. I am an EMT basic, so life skills and sustaining life are ingrained into me, but a dumb attempt like that makes no sense to me.

Feelings:
Excitement, contentment, neutral, fear, panic, sadness, worry and guilt