Wandering in Dream Debris.

I'm at my sister's house, who lives in a different state, and I'm just sitting there wondering how I got there. We talk for a bit and she explains that I came down to visit, so I accept the idea, totally oblivious and non lucid.

While she's talking I close my eyes for a moment and I start to hear music, beautiful music that I've never heard of before. I start to wonder... "Where is this sound coming from?" The longer I kept my eyes closed the further my sister's voice would become like she was fading away as the music got louder. I try to figure out how this is happening and the only thing I can come up with is "Oh I must be stoned." So oblivious to the dream signs again, I accept the idea that I'm hearing music because I'm stoned. Then as I accepted that I began to feel very very high, in fact other dreams I've had where I was high the feeling was never quite like a real life cannabis high, it always felt fake or wrong. This was totally accurate though, I was totally convinced that I was stoned and creating original music from the depths of my mind with the help of some green. (I guess I was partially right)

As I give in I feel this total sense of euphoria as the music completely engulfs me. All I can remember is how beautiful it sounded. But I remember, oh wait I'm in a conversation, I'm so rude! So I begin to open my eyes and I'm somewhere new! I'm in my dad's drive way, how odd. I'm laying down too... with blankets and a pillow, right on top of the asphalt.

Quickly none of that matters though, maybe if I stayed on that thought and tried to figure out all these odd occurrences I could've become lucid, but I was just too distracted by the beauty that took over my vision. I'm staring up at the sky as I lay down on the asphalt and I see a tree above me and in between the patches of leaves there's streams of sunlight coming down. Although I wasn't lucid, the vividness was on par of my lucid dreams. The sunlight streaming down was just so beautiful and when I stared at it long enough the holes between the patches of leaves became amazing blooming indigo, fuschia, orchid, turquoise, burnt orange and crimson flowers. I was totally stunned by the intricacy of it all that I didn't notice the music had stopped.

Suddenly I see the sun setting rapidly and the shadows began to chase down all the light. I get up quickly to retreat to my father's home down the drive way. I pick up my blanket and pillow and almost sprint down, for some reason there's a sense of terror because the darkness is coming on way too fast. Before I can get to the house though, I see a strange thing floating in the sky, it looks like plastic bags or something. I stop wondering what I'm looking at, when I start to see a plane flying some 100 feet above the fence near my father's house. I panic at how close to the ground it is and I know it's going to crash soon. Will it hit me? Will the explosion be close? I watch it fly over me and across the street as it crashes immediately into a neighbors house. I try to run wondering when or if the impact or force of the explosion will hit me, but it never does. I look back and there's nearly no debris, but I see the family coming out of their rooms to find a giant plane in their house with little fire.

My father and brother come out and I explain what happened, but they're very nonchalant about the whole thing and invite me inside. As I look back on the wreckage one more time I try to decipher why all these strange events were happening and before I had the chance to become lucid, my alarm goes off.

The details are very foggy but the main part of the dream was pretty alarming. It begins with a woman, who I'm not familiar with, and she's speaking to me and a friend about something totally normal and boring. She vaguely changes the subject to a story, but the way it unfolded in the dream was a bit odd. I didn't hear her say any words but I knew she was telling the story, I suppose through pictures and ideas.

I see her waking up in the middle of the night in her bed. She flips over and notices her baby isn't in the bed next to her, there was never mention of a baby and I didn't see one, but somehow I knew that's what was happening in the story. She looks frantically on the bed in search for it when suddenly a very bright light emits from the ceiling and she looks up screaming but I couldn't hear anything, there was just this great sense of terror and I knew she was being abducted.

Just like that I wake up from the dream. With a very odd sense... like I hadn't just woken up, like I was already awake the whole time? I wasn't the slightest bit sleepy, I felt very alert. So I reach over for my phone to use the recorder on it to take note of my dream and oddly the time was 3:33am. Weird.