insideout

Nonlucid Lucid Partially lucid

Some of my favorite dreams are those in which I am visiting another world, or dimension. Even they are not lucid dreams, I think these are very interesting. Tonight's dream was one of these types.

March 12, '11: Dr. Farnsworth, from the cartoon show Futurama, had a dinner party, with important guests. The food was made from anti-matter, or dark matter. I think he called it "black matter" once.
One woman imploded from eating the food.

I was waiting for my mother to come out from a nearby building. I drew a cartoon bouquet of flowers (on the ground?).
Mom came out from the building. She told me she had said I could have a wank while I waited.
Then I was talking to her on a phone. She said that the sun was always up in this world. I told her I had noticed that too. The place didn't have nights.

At this point I was partially lucid. I knew I was in a world that was not my normal reality. I tried to think of the name of the place where we were, but I didn't know it.
Mom stopped talking and the phone was silent. I said "hello?" but got no response.
So now my mother was lost somewhere in this dream world.

I walked a little way and asked a guy if he had seen my mom. I picked him up on my lap, or on my knee and said "She's a crazy lady with slightly wavy brown hair, a big mouth, and talks a lot. She has a long neck like me."
The man talked, giving me directions somewhere. I was distracted by a beautiful night sky, with lots of stars and two moons. I thought it was interesting because the city, or world, had never had nighttime before.

I had to ask the man to repeat what he said. He told me where to go, but warned me not to press any of the buttons. I don't remember why. I walked back and into a building, and jumped into a very small lift. This is where the buttons were. The lift worked automatically and carried me up to another floor.

I felt like I was familiar with how this world worked and I was confident that I could find my way around with any accidents or something.
I was on a floor with big machines and people working. They wore goggles and aprons, and maybe gloves. They were shoveling something off the floor.
I went down the hall and turned left. There I saw Allison. I wondered if it was the real Allison or just someone who looked like her.
In a narrow dead end hall to the right, I saw my mother and Eddie. I was glad they were not lost.

This dream is also rather interesting because most dreams with my mother are very stressful and we argue a lot.