Morning of April 27, 2014. Sunday.
This was one of those dreams as "realistic" (perception-wise) as life itself and a bit like an aspect of sleep paralysis, but without the main "buzzing" stage of sleep paralysis itself and with all of the senses (I have never experienced sight of any kind in conscious sleep paralysis). However, the most dominant sense in this dream turns out to be touch, which is often of the most vivid dreams overall. This is like many other dreams I have had with some sort of "liminal world" between waking and reality and where the sense of touch is as real as reality, yet not related to what is really going on at the time regarding my real physical body, and it is mostly dark at the most vivid point. Such dreams also have very pleasing energies, even though somewhat distorted in physical orientation.
I am at the computer in the front room and there are a few different noises outside coming in through the open window. (My desk is outward from the northern wall so that the computer screen actually faces the window but I usually have the thinner curtain down to prevent glare on the screen). At this point, it seems to be early morning and everything is bright and with good lighting. I glance outside and notice three vehicles parked along the street (car front to the curb as they often park, rather than sideways). One of the vehicles, a newer-looking green car, is facing our house. Another vehicle is a black truck next door, with a white Australian of about thirty standing near the outside of it, which is unlikely at the time, as most of the people next door and the house next-door to that over the last few months have been Tibetan, Nepalese, Hindi, Arabic, and Asian seasonal workers - often illegally overcrowded (but since the recent investigation by fire marshals and police, there has been no one living there, it seems).
I seem to be working with mandalas and mantras on the computer and typing affirmative dream scripting in very complex but yet poetic structure (as I do in real life). This is ironic because I am already in a dream that is about as vivid and (for the time being) "physically correct" as one can get. I mention in a soft voice to myself about how the "idiot" outside is being annoying by continuously dropping things. At first, I "feel" that he has heard me and is getting very angry, but nothing happens and I realize that was not the case at all but that he is talking to himself about his mistakes in fixing the truck. He drops a carburetor on the street, which for some reason, makes the loudest noise yet and he then goes "Shhhhhh!" very loudly as if he is telling himself to be quiet - he even says "be quiet out there" to himself a little later, but not that loudly. (As almost everything in the known universe in Australia is annoyingly truncated to a form ending with either an "o" or "y" sound - it would have been a "carby" that he dropped before seeing the footy on the telly that arvo, as "carbo" is already taken for carbohydrates - though in fact, this may be my dream telling me that I consume too many carbohydrates which I am sure I do.)
At any rate, it seems fairly amusing that he has shushed himself. However, it soon becomes pitch black in the room as my wife comes in to hold my hand and comfort me regarding the nuisance outside. I very vividly feel her hand and fingers in mine and moving within our clasp and I also wonder why there is not much light, because the computer screen would at least cast light, but I do not sense or see it. I then worry a bit about what has happened to the work I had been doing on the computer or if it is even on (In the back of my mind, I wonder if I had been doing all the work while the computer was off - but of course that makes no sense). However, a very peaceful awareness flows through the extreme vividness at this point. Everything is black, but the sense of touch and hearing (although only a very quiet "rustle" at this point) is amazingly enhanced. I adjust my position in the chair, but everything crosses the threshold from there to reality.
Slowly, I realize that I am actually in bed and I am on my left side facing my wife who is on her right side. My hand is not holding my wife's hand at all (as it so vividly seemed) but is instead over her bare back. Her hand is intimately against and over my front, which makes me wonder how dreams work that way regarding very altered touch aspects from where the sensations and positions actually are. In a way, considering our actual orientation and where our hands actually are (as compared to my dream), it is quite amusing.