Although night was actually mostly day, despite going to bed earlier this time. I couldn't stay away after 2 or 3 calls from my friend, who's nice enough to be my replacement alarm clock everyday (because I find the sound of actual alarm clocks unbearable). Maybe I had dreams to dream and that's why I was so insanely tired and always fell back asleep seconds later. So, epic dreams: I can remember 3!

The first one I only remember very vaguely. There was a house (there are two things very common for my dreams: one of them is that I keep dreaming of buildings - I seem to have a bit on an architectonic brain, but not enough so to actually be an architect [story of my life]), and a family to protect. And in order to do that, bad thing to do, if I remember correctly. Was a good dream, had something TV-showish and you know I love TV shows. Something that keeps amazing me about dreams is that they feel good, even if these events in real life wouldn't be any fun. And I almost fotgot to tell you the most fascinating thing about this deram: I dreamed it when I was just falling asleep. Somehow this partial being awake led to me having some control over what was happening in the dream. In the process of waking up I could feel how I was lying before I other senses were back. It was so weird in a really fascinating way.

The second dream was dreamed in several pieces (not only was there waking up in between, I also dreamed a third dream between) and I can remember an amazing lot of things about it. This is where the second of my common things about my dreams comes in: land- and cityscapes.
My mom and I travelled to an island for reasons I don't remember and we could decide in which of these many apartment buildings to stay. There were lots of balconies that didn't have any railings (for some reasons we refered to these missing railing as no balconies), which completely weirded us out and we decided for an apartment that had railings.
The first sign of further travel weirdness was when I was close to the edge of the island and there were rails on the dike. I asked someone about the station and this person was being weird about it. What I wasn't really aware of yet: Right next to the station was the chaotic port where our boats (or whatever they were) home would leave.
The journeys home. My god, what chaos that was! And I don't know how many times (or for how many people) I have dreamed that! We didn't even know, because no one would tell us and this place lacked signs, where we could find the boat that traveled to ur country. The port looked somewhat like a diving platform, you could go up or down and it was just generally maze-like and some of the boats left sort of underground. I think these caves had gras growing on the walls. Landscape-wise it was fascinating, but the incompetence was unbelieveable. I can't remember how many times we got into a boat and it didn't bring us home but somewhere else. I also remember standing on a nice vacation island. Eventually we figured out where our boat left and that from there you could not only get to Germany (specifically Hamburg), but that there were also boats leaving for the USA and for South Korea (I suspect the latter was inspired by real life: the night before I had seen a Tumblr post about sockets of the world - Germany had its in common with South Korea). I think on one of those journeys we went past a wonderfully green Sweden.
Finally back home in my & my mom's apartment (a mix of our past & present rl apartments) I closed the windows because for some reason the island people were outside and sprayed unhealthy, flakey, gray stuff all over the place, because it helped against some other unhealthy stuff that was there for whatever reason.
Still part of this dream, I looked from my balcony, which suddenly was my own, rl apartment. Only that the rl river was now ocean and that the hillside across from it was neither part of the city nor part of the land - it was an island (not the chaotic island). Then something with a rocket happened. I think it was sent by the chaotic island people who fail so utterly at organizing. I think it was a transport home. Anyway, it landed vertically in the water, but then fell on the island. At first nothing seemed to be damaged, but then a 3-story building collapsed floor by floor under the rocket's weight and revealed a building behind it. It was okay though, because the owner of the background house said the collapsed building was his and empty and he had only used it to hide his house from view.

And then there was dream #3. I'm completely convinced that it was the continuation of an earlier dream, but - despite feeling and geographically looking somewhat similar to it - not of the chaos-island dream. There was a single-story building, which was a restaurant and the news told us that it doubled as post office. And I learned the town's name, although I should have known that, because this place wasn't foreign to me. It shares its name with a real-life place: Aleppo. Why, yes, in real life I had turned on the TV (CNN) in an unsuccessful attempt to keep myself awake.