epdawg62

Non-lucid Lucid

I am in a dark building with long hallways, brick walls, many doors and many stories. I am pretty sure that it is an apartment complex. I am with some friends and we keep on running into zombies behind every door and around every corner. These zombies have bulging eyes, bald heads, and no skin so that their raw flesh and veins are showing. Whenever I anticipate that a zombie to be in a certain place, a zombie is always there. We are trying to run through the hallways, ascend the stories and reach the top floor of the building where we'll be safe. I open the door to the stairwell and see a zombie standing still in the darkness. I yell at my friends to run for it and this makes the zombie spring into action and it starts to chase us down the hall. As I am running, I suddenly remember that zombies are one of my dreamsigns. I do the nose-plugging test and I can still breath so I become lucid.

To escape from this zombie, I simply float up and pass through the ceilings of three or so stories as if I were a phantom. I enter the "safe" top floor of the building, which is a completely empty room coated with dust. I want to bust through the ceiling of this floor and fly off. I try to do so and am unable to because this ceiling is made of titanium. I simply bonk my head against the ceiling. Fortunately, there is one window in this room. I walk over to it and I see some city streets below me. All the buildings and houses are kind of old and run-down. I break the glass with my mind, climb through the window, and safely drift down to the sidewalk. I get a strong desire to find my dream guide, so I attempt to yell, "Dream guide, where are you?". When I try to shout it only comes out as my voice at normal volume. THings start to get hazy, so I re-stabilize the environment and make it as vivid as real-life. I walk down the sidewalk and see a group of five or six people waiting to cross the street at an intersection. I think that they would be able to help me find my dream guide so I walk over to them and say, "Do any of you know where my dream guide is?". Most of them have no idea what I am talking about, but one lady tells me, "I'll lead you to him". She is a plump lady in her mid-fifties and has yellow, curly hair. She looks at me condescendingly for some reason. We cross the street and I get a little to excited to find my dream guide so my dream fades very quickly and I wake up.