lucid

I am in a room that looks like a library. There are bookshelves lining the walls and some in the middle of the room. I see a door leading to another room the looks very similar. As I enter the new room I see a door to another room which looks similar. This goes on; each new room has a door leading into another room that looks very similar but only slightly different. In one of the rooms I stop and look around. A small dog comes running to me. I do not remember the breed. I give it some attention before I go into the next room. Another dog comes running to me. I remember that this one was a miniature pug. I move along to the next room. The same thing happens again and I do not know the name of the dog breed. I know that I am alone but I hear someone say “Wow you really seem to like pure bred”. I become lucid.

I go into the next room and this one has blue walls and a dark blue ceiling. On the ground are blue pebbles that look like something that would be at the bottom of an aquarium. This time a cat comes running to me. I give it some attention then I move on to the next room. This time I am thinking of my cat Caramel who passed away a year ago. I want her to come out of the doorway. A cat comes out and it is not her. I remember that this one was grey with long hair. I remain in the same room and I try again, this time a tabby comes around the corner. I remain in the same room and try one more time. She comes around the corner. She looks frail and sick like she did in her last days of life. I kneel down and get her to approach me by putting my hand out towards her. She meows and it sounds just like she did in her last days. I begin to cry as she comes to me and I hug and pet her. The dream ends.

I wake up in ‘my bedroom’ (it does not look like my bedroom). I step out into the hall. There is a railing looking out over a large two story window. I see something falling out of the sky in the distance. It is shining like a meteorite falling into the atmosphere from space. It crashes down. I can’t see exactly where it land because it lands in the distance behind a hill. I see blue and green flashes coming from behind the hill.

The dream gets fuzzy. I think I saw people walking away from the crash site. They look like army soldiers; they are in uniform and are carrying weapons.

Suddenly there is a flying ‘drone’ (from the game bioshock) zooming around in my room. It shines a blue light at me. I scream ‘you’re not real, this is just a dream”. I look at my hands and start rubbing them together.

I wake up from the dream in my bedroom beside my boyfriend. It is my bedroom (it looks like my bedroom) but I know that it is in a house (not an apartment). My boyfriend is sleeping beside me but he is holding a boning knife that is pointing down on my sternum.

Now we are sitting in the living room (my boyfriend and I). We can see outside the window that there are many soldiers going from house to house. My boyfriend tells me to make an excuse when they get to us. I’m not sure what that means but I can tell that something is wrong. A soldier comes to our doos and asks if we’ve seen anything out of the ordinary. I stutter my boyfriend cuts in and makes up some sort of story to convince him that everything is alright. I’m thinking of the knife that morning, thinking that that was definitely out of the ordinary and it was terrifying.

Next thing I remember I was on top of a snowy hill with many people.
Now I am in a house with my dad’s side of the family. One of my cousins is screaming and swearing as she tries to get through a door in the house we’re in. It is unlike her to scream and swear. I feel like there is something wrong so I try to flee.

I am on a snowmobile outside of a house that I used to live in with my parents. I am trying to get my boyfriend. There is a young boy in a snow suit attacking him. I’m yelling and trying to get him on the snowmobile so that we can get away.

The End

Throughout the entire dream I felt that the meteorite crash, flashing light, and soldiers had everything to do with why everybody was acting weird.

I am standing in front of a man. He is important looking. He is sitting at a desk, he has grey hair. I want him to leave my dream. All the while I am continuing to rub my hands and look at them. I feel rushed, I’m afraid that I will lose my lucidity. I try to will him away. His image becomes a little bit wavy. It doesn’t seem to work so I decide to reach into my back pocket (I realize that I am wearing jeans). I know I don’t have money but I try to make it appear so that I can bribe this man to leave my dream.

This is all I remember.

I am pushing my friend David against a big grey pick-up truck over and over again. Once I stop we walk away from the truck into what looks like a school yard.

I get lucid

I know that I am dreaming and I realize that this is an opportunity for me to say something difficult to David, almost like a practice run. I say “first of all we should practice that scene again” (referring to when I was pushing him against the truck. He agrees. I guess I felt like we were rehearsing for a play in the dream).

Now Trevor (a guy we went to school with) is standing beside us. I mention that I’d like to speak to David privately. I am very nervous even though it is a dream. I find it very difficult but I say it anyways because I know it is a dream, “Also it makes me sad to think that I might lose you sooner than I’d like”. As I say this I begin to cry. The dream starts to get very fuzzy. I think we hugged.

The end.

I should explain why I chose to say this in my dream. I found out that my friend David was diagnosed with chronic myelogenous leukemia while I was away at rehab. Since I’ve come home I haven’t been able to talk about it with him in person, only over the phone. I was afraid to cry in front of him because I worried that it would make him uncomfortable. I talked to one of my counselors about it and I realized that by talking to him about it and by crying I would simply be showing him that I care. She instructed me to tell him that it makes me sad to think that I might lose him sooner than I’d like. I saw this dream as an opportunity to try it.