Lucid-schizo-dreamer

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Like in a RPG game, I was at the beginning of a game, with a "team" and we were being introduced to the set and the rules. We were going to be dropped at a high tower of a gigantic building in a ghost town. This building was so massive, it occupied almost half of the town space. It rose up like a skyscraper but at different levels it ramified into individual towers with further ramifications. And we were being shown in 3D the whole complex and the exact tower where we would be dropped. It looked so degraded and abandoned. I wondered about stability of the structure. But no other dangers ocurred to me.
We were going on a recon mission, but no details were given to us.
So we're inside and the place is creepy and incredible in its architecture, but nothing goes on. Curtains fly over broken glass windows.
Then we reach this plateau, or attic and we have a creepy feeling. Someone reports movement. We start being attacked by unindentified entities and we run down the stairs. But not everybody made it. There's 1 or 2 missing. I turn back to look for them, but they appear zombie-like and start attacking me to. I tell everybody else to just run down the stairs and I run faster than anyone else, cause I'm supposed to be in the front leading them out. But one by one they start being touched by some invisible hand that leaves them like zombies who turn back to stay in the building. Only I and 2 others manage to safely get out of that tower without being caught by this force.
I become lucid, not so worried anymore, decide to fly away carelessly. I have a zen moment flyin over the ocean. I see half a dozen very small dots in the water. It's people. I go down to watch them closely and end up being dragged into the water with them. It's not a fun moment. We just had sand below our feet and out of nowhere the waves grew bigger and are dragging us away from the beach. We're fighting the current. I see one getting to the shore but I'm starting to feel hopeless, I'm surely going to die! I wake up, shaking that feeling of desperation away. I review the dream I just had and decide to forget this last part and focus on that building and its story. I fall asleep and get back there. But now it's a different time. There's people still living on it. I'm a girl lying in bed in that attic. There's nothing else, just this bed. And I have a white cat, but he is no ordinary cat, he is a ghost cat. He fell or was thrown down the tower, but he keeps visiting me all the time. He is now looking at me from the ceiling above my head, his head lurking through the concrete, as if there was a hole in it. Sometimes I look out the window and his is roaming around the lower level plateau veranda. He keeps me company. My father keeps me locked up in here. It's very early morning and he might appear at any moment. So he does, bringing a tray with something different from the usual breakfast. Something white, that he tells me it's to celebrate my birthday. It's green jello with whip cream on top. Better than nothing. I wonder what am I (this girl) doing here. Is she held in captivity? Is that why she is so alone? Did she die here? Is she the ghost capturing people to keep her company?
Alarm clock goes of...