Extremely vivid dream recalled, structured around external stimuli

[Stillwater]

I tend to have pretty sophisticted dream recall for the most part, but I was actually able to recall about 2 hours or so of somewhat humorous dream narrative I had in late stage REM last night.

The first cohesive part I can recall surrounded the concept that I had discovered a mouse in my home. The home I was living in does not resemble any house I have ever stayed at, but I recognized it as my own in the dream. The plan I hatched in-dream with to put a baseball mit on, and use that to hold the mouse so it could not bite me as I took it outside; for some reason, I had extreme difficulty putting the mit on, as I kept mis-picturing the structure of my hand, and mis-aligning the glove itself, such that I could never figure out which orientation to put the mit on, and my thumb seemed to keep changing position on my hand, as my mental image of my hand changed to reflect the difficulty I had in putting on the mit. After literally minutes of trying, I resigned to putting on the mit backwards, and I quickly scooped up the mouse and carried it outside. It bit me on the wrist anyhow as I was putting it down, leaving an outline of teeth that were more akin to a general herbivore's mouth, than a mouse with long incissors. After this, I faded out until the next REM stage.

The next portion of the dream, I am in the same house (which I called my own), and which was then revealed to be quite extensive in the number and size of rooms. Shortly after this sequence began, finding me in my bedroom, a large group of German people came and literally appropriated my home in a militant fashion. They were not dressed as soldiers, and did not seem to have a military command structure, but they were rather dressed in upper-class formal attire. Although they did not seem to be military, I somehow knew they were well-armed, and they seemed to comprise some sort of para-military group. They seemed to lose sight of me at some point, and I began to covertly wander the home, looking for a way to escape. I saw some maids they brought with them cleaning up the home, polishing everything to near-mirror finish, and bringing in aristocratic-looking furniture, as though they were rendering the home suitable as the base of operations for a high-ranking group of people. I attempeted to remain unnoticed as the menials wnet about improving our former home, and I htink I slipped out when the German para-militants came under fire from another group.

The third sequence was about traveling through a ruined city. I was in possession of some sort of device which was capable of altering the laws of reality, and of completely changing history by some parallel means. I was walking around the desserted ruins, intermittently using this device, and watching the results as reality changed to reflect whatever alterations I made. At some points, a river sprang up where once there wasn't one, the laws of mathematics were altered, to curious results, and the structure of the buildings changed drastically, as the history of the civilizations living there changed.

The fourth and final sequence seemed to blend out of the third one, and revolved around the trip an indigenous-looking bronze-skinned woman was making with her two small children up a winding river; I watched the action from a third-person perspective, as her journey progressed. The funny part about this last sequence was that I woke up in the midst of it, and walked to the living room to find that a family member had left the television on all night to the Discovery Channel or something; the program that was on was about the New Guinea natives who first took a boat-trip with the intention of colonizing Australia thousands of years pre-history. I found it humourous how the dream seemed to be structured around hearing this program in the other room, and wondered if that was also true of the earlier dreams in some way.

This effect also reminds me of when I have fallen asleep with the radio or some music playing, and my dreams have these transcendent soundtracks to them, where I am partially hearing the music in waking life, and my mind makes improvements and modfications to it, and fits it to the situation.