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This was actually a perfect dream for me, because I love Victorian classics and period dramas. The time I spend actually thinking about Jane Austen and other novelists of the 1800s probably led to this. I’ll try my best to remember what I can, but it’s all a fuzzy mess. My dreams are usually somewhat linear, but it gets extremely random near the end.
As far I remember, my dream-self was living up in the Catskills on a hill far away from a town that lay below. I end up in a long, rectangular restaurant, where one guy is ordering something with a few of his friends. I can’t recall why, but I end up leaving the restaurant, and my dream-self is glad to see him leaving with me. At some point, he asks me something, and I respond, “The Catskills.”
We end up in the library, and we leave in a hurry out a separate door that is not the main entrance. We are now with some other people. For some reason, I want to bring the main DC with me to my house, and I say that I can’t find it because we exited into a different area of the town and nothing is familiar. Rather than tease me, as my friends would when I made my obvious directional challenges known, (which is what my dream-self expected, via my own brain), we go in search of the main exit. The dream library is extremely large and grand. It’s nighttime.
I end up trying to take that one DC to my house up on the mountain, but we can’t find it. This is where it gets weird, although not unexpected considering my own experience. We find houses in water, as if there were a flood. (My family had a run-down house in Upstate New York that was wrecked because of a flood.)
I can’t recall why, but we had to climb this tree or (tree wrapped tightly with rope) that had hot rings, like stripes around them. I couldn’t climb it, so the DC does it, avoiding the hot marks.
The next thing I remember, we’re all in this tight space. All these DCs are standing side by side on shelves like they’re on display. At this point, it becomes sort of second person around this time, but I’m going to continue referring to her as my dream-self, because I can’t remember when it’s a character and when it’s me. It’s almost a plot by now. It’s some period of time, I think late 1700s, and there are tons of DCs dancing or some other social activity. More and more of my dreams seem to be romance based since I started to lucid-dream again. Anyway, I have something going on with this main DC who I’ve been with the whole dream. His father doesn’t know, but he wouldn’t be happy about it. I have a dim memory of his father being a rotund white guy, and his son being a light-skinned African American. I have no idea why, since he was white before. In any case, Mr. DC and I have something going on, and we exit the main area to talk.
I remember the architecture of the place pretty well. I’ve found out that, with dream recall, I can remember rooms better than I can people or what they say. The main room was a small rectangular area with shelves on the sides, like a library, which exited into a hall. On one side of the hall, there are stairs leading upwards, and then around towards the attic. The whole house is wood.
The DC and I go to the window at the foot of the stairs and look out. This is what causes me to be aware that I am dreaming. Everyone outside is milling about in costumes. There is a new shift of people every moment, like the people are not actually there. It reminds my dream-self of renaissance fairs and costume dramas. I go away from the window, and lead my DC up the stairs. As this point, I become lucid.
His father notices that he’s going upstairs with me and is not happy. I was pretty excited to be in a lucid dream, and wanted to do something to do something like hold my nose and trying breathing. But I was in the moment and couldn’t think of anything, so I spun around in a circle like I’ve done in one other lucid dream. I tried pulling my DC towards the attic, so I could have my lucid-dream without all these DCs milling about, but the DCs wouldn’t go away.
The first one, I asked politely to go away with a please and everything, as I had read might work. I’ve heard of other LDers having trouble with DCs. The ones I yelled at didn’t go. I tried to kiss the main DC, to get some good lucid-dreaming in instead of spending the few seconds I had yelling at DCs, but I wasn’t successful. So I turned around, and I think I said something to one of the DCs (probably an order to leave), and he sort of fell apart and disappeared. At that point, I took on the Wizard of Oz voice. It developed an echo, and went a few notes deeper, and I started ordering them all away.
Then I woke up. I’m pretty happy to have had a lucid dream, even if it only lasted a few seconds.