Last night I went to bed too late and I had to wake up early for work for the first time since the Thanksgiving holidays ended, and I did not voice record my dreams each time that I woke up.
My body/subconscious did not want to let me sleep in a bit longer so there was a constant battle this morning between my conscious and my body/subconscious as I tried to keep going back to sleep but my body/subconscious was trying to keep me awake to get ready for work.
During this battle I kept barely going back to sleep briefly to maybe the same dream (a continuing dream) but my body/subconscious kept fighting with me in the dream stopping me and causing me to wake up again, and so this caused me to forget most of my dreams except for barely part of my last dream and amazingly I just barely remembered part of an earlier dream from last night as I was typing this.
I just barely remembered part of this earlier dream from last night as I was typing this post, and this was what I now call a house dream.
The dream took place during the day, my memory is too blurry and unclear, but I remember being at an old furnished house and I assume that some of my family was there with me.
I can not remember if this house had several stories or not and I can not remember if it was a house from a past dream or not, it was possibly similar to a previous house in a past dream where the house had a small bridge on the upper floor that crossed over a street and the bridge connected to a hospital, but I am not sure.
I think that this house was probably in a nice quiet neighborhood where some rich people probably lived, this house was nice by our standards, but it was old and probably had some damage and some work that needed to be done so the neighbors probably looked down on this house and us.
We were probably checking it out and/or were in the process of moving in or we had just moved in, I remember there being some nice old curtains and some nice dark golden sunlight coming from the windows as I looked outside and the floor or some of it had maybe brown/gold carpet, and maybe one of the doors was broken or badly damaged.
I probably went around the house exploring and looking at the damage and looking at what we could fix and how we should clean and organize things, and there was more things that happened during the dream but that is all that I can remember of this dream that I had forgotten but suddenly remembered while typing this post.
This dream was inspired by the television series Westworld which I watched an episode of last night (season 1 episode 9 (The Well-Tempered Clavier)).
I am not sure if I was myself in this dream and/or if I was someone else, maybe both because I went in and out of this dream as I battled with my body/subconscious trying to stay sleep and keep dreaming a bit more, and all that I can remember of this continuing dream is that it took place in either the Westworld amusement park or a Westworld-like amusement park in a Western-themed area.
I and/or the character who I was controlling was in this amusement park and there were other people there as well, and some or most of us had a host (android or robot) with us (maybe we had to have one with each of us, but I can not remember).
The dream probably jumped around between the different dream characters during the dream, I can not remember what was going on exactly other than the dream took place during a gray day and one area that we visited several times was a shotgun-style building on maybe hill in the middle of nowhere, but the battle between my conscious and body/subconscious was effecting/affecting the dream in various ways.
One of these ways was that my character and/or I and probably other dream characters had something trying to stop us, nothing physically there but something was effecting/affecting us mentally, and we kept trying to struggle against it to continue what we were doing in the dream but I kept getting stopped and confused and awakened from the dream.
I started to wonder if I was a host (android) because something was mentally stopping me/us from doing things, if I was really a host this would make sense because I/we would be programmed and we could be controlled, and so I remember trying to figure out if I was human or a host (android) while struggling against whatever kept mentally stopping us.
But that is all that I can remember after waking up and going back to sleep barely and briefly many times as I battled against my body/subconscious.