memorable

April 29, 2011

Non-lucid

I am driving on back roads to a local skating rink. A group of my friends are already there, and we head out onto the ice. The surface of the rink is rough, with holes everywhere, and as I am not a strong skater, I fall often and decide to leave. My girlfriend and I are driving around the countryside, with the sun shining brightly. We pass several large houses, and finally get to my house. We head downstairs to my room, and as it has been a long day, decide to call it a night after saying goodnight to my parents. My desk is pressed up against the wall opposite the bed, and is covered in papers and other clutter. The room is bare, with little color. The bed has a faded blue duvet. We have sex before going to sleep.
The next morning I wake up in the house. My girlfriend is gone, and my dad is at home making pancakes for breakfast. I go outside through the back door into the morning sun to get a few chores done. The yard is beautiful, green grass and flowers shining bright in the sunlight, but not too warm. When I come inside for breakfast, my dad asks me where my girlfriend is. I reply that she has already gone home, although how she got there was a mystery. I walk downstairs and...
...it is as if the previous day was a memory, and I am visiting my old home after many years. It is abandoned and run down, and I walk through it fondly. I head into my old bedroom. The house is worn down beyond any imagining. In the bedroom the bed and duvet are as I left them, the desk is bare, and mold and bacteria create psychedelic patterns on the floor. I walk up to the bed and look around in dismay. After standing and thinking for a moment, I start to walk out, and my exit quickly grows faster as I see the mold and bacteria have actually moved towards me, and are close to touching my feet.

This dream involved intense emotions. The house on the first day, with the bright sun, left me feeling euphoric and contented. Later, fond nostalgia quickly turned into dismay, anxiety, and fear. It was extremely vivid, and semi-lucid. I did not become fully lucid, but there was a part of my mind that was aware reality was not as it usually is.