Advancing the Art of Oneiromancy

This afternoon, I had two dreams where I figured out I was dreaming. In the first one I was hanging out with this internet stranger named Lauren I've been chatting with. We were out on the porch with someone else, but I don't remember who. In my mind I was marvelling at how different Lauren looked in person from the pictures I've seen of her. Then I move to the rail on the porch and lean over holding my hands out. That's when I noticed my nails were painted. I told Lauren that I was dreaming. She either asked how I knew or what I was going to do about it, and as I jumped off the porch and into the front yard, I told her. I knew I was dreaming because my nails were painted, but I was sure I hadn't painted them in a week or more. I hadn't painted them the color they were in my dream in months. And I was planning on poking around and taking control, which is what I did. First I kneeled down and started poking the concrete. It was soft and bent in, like it was made ...

I was cooking dinner. I was with someone who resembled no one I knew but who I understood to be my girlfriend. We were cooking in this marvelous fridge/oven/grill contraption. We would throw something we'd want to cook on the top, it would cook, and after a little while we'd collect it from the bottom. It'd come out cooked as if it'd been fried on a skillet. We started with sausages. After I put some sausages in and took them out of the bottom a few minutes later, I worried that it wouldn't cook what we wanted to cook or that it wouldn't keep the other food cold. But it did work just fine, so we kept on cooking. My brother walked in and dropped a bunch of vegetables in the top, then wandered off. Which reminded me that I wanted something other than sausage, and fried vegetables seemed good. So I went off and got some more vegetables from the basement and laid them out at the top. I wanted eggs too, so I took some out of the fridge, cracked them open, and poured ...