Amurehna

Semi-Lucid

I hesitate to call this a true lucid dream since I never broke free of the storyline, yet I had full control of my body.
I am approaching the dark dead end of a hallway. There is an intermittent security light that slides slowly back and forth over a small box embedded in the wall. It is a strange little thing (about..2X3?), there is a white-grey rectangular thing, like an oil pastel on the left end. To its right is pink fibrous felt, covering 6 similar (though darker) oil pastel things. It is like playing a game. I know I have to pull off the grey rectangle, peel back the felt, and then remove at least two of the thingies (it's almost like a battery case?) before the alarm goes off. I know I have tried this at least twice before and didn't succeed.

Meanwhile, I can feel the light pulsing, back and forth, and there is a speaker overhead that plays a song. A man, singing in another language. It has an old-time feel to it, distant and tinny. I hear the same three words over and over, and it reminds me of the inception 'pre-kick song' Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien by Edith Piaf. Except I hear these words: "Baaaalllou, veli maaali. Baaaalllouu, veeeeli, maaali."
Somehow it sounds ridiculous and I focus on the lyrics, waiting to understand them. At the same time I reach out and carefully pry the weird grayish white thing from the box. I wait a beat, and take a hold of the felt to peel it from the casing.
I wait, thinking that if I wait for the music to swell, they won't notice my movements. I dig out one of the pieces and am reaching for a second when the dream fades into waking. I try to get it back, I was so close and I want so badly to finish.

Apartment

I'm in my apartment, except that it has two levels instead of one. There are a lot of people from work visiting. I go upstairs to what should be my room and find it full of things that belong to an acquaintance, I notice they are his only because of a bright red backpack I've seen him carry. I'm disquieted to find that the second bedroom is also full of unfamiliar things. This is my apartment...right? I frown and go downstairs. I am telling someone how much I pay per month, how affordable it is, especially given the size. My eyes scan the living room which is so large it could accommodate 3 sets of living room furniture at different points of the room without being cramped. I trail off, looking at the vast room. How can this be mine? There are a lot of people milling around and I wish they would all leave.

Ruadh
You may see mention of this man in other entries. He has become quite a part of my subconscious. I was seeing him for a while but he always seemed to put someone or something else first and then he left me, but pretends he is my friend. So he pops up in...unflattering ways. It says more of what I think about myself than him, really. If you look at it closely. Anyway. In the dream I'm at work. I feel separate from everything. I watch him as he calls another associate he knows but in RL doesn't go out of his way to be friends with. He is going to have lunch with her. He avoids his friend who used to date her, saying that he is going to lunch alone, waits for his friend to leave, and for her to arrive.
I know he doesn't particularly like her, so that he is going to lunch with her when he evaded so many plans with me, eh, hurts. I watch her enter the break room and get her stuff. I walk over to him and querulously ask why we never go to lunch together.
"Figure it out." he says, smirking a little. He takes it as a joke, just like he does everything else.
"I already have." I say seriously. He pretends he didn't hear me, so I repeat myself. I wait for him to ask what I've figured out, but when I try to explain he says something I can't understand and I am left feeling desolate and lonely. :/