J.D.

17.10.2009

Dexter and the Cleaner (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My recall was a bit shabby for this dream, but it had all to do with the TV show "Dexter".

I was Dexter, and me and a team of about four people were carrying out some kind of task for an agency. I had a "dream memory" of earlier that day, when an important-looking old man in an office building had given me a bright red file to deliver somewhere.

Right now, it was night, and we were about to complete the task. We approached a tall wire fence, which had two layers of barbed wire at the top. I looked to my right and saw in the distance two plain-clothes police officers standing in front of what might have been a stadium or mall, surrounded by police cars. I knew that they were judging my performance. They had a large sign set up beside them, which was basically indicative of how well I was doing, as it showed my name and the title of the job I would recieve upon completion of this task. After climbing quickly over the fence, in almost one jump, I saw that the "Job" section on the sign had changed from "Delivery" to "Cop".

I can't remember actually being able to read the letters on the sign, I just knew what it said. This might have been what caused me to realise I was in a dream. Same as in the last dream I knew I was having, I did not consciously try to do anything or interfere with the story, I just kept it in my head that this wasn't real. Kind of like watching a movie.

I assumed my fence-climbing prowess had impressed the officers and I looked back at the fence thinking, "This has to be a dream, I'd never hop that in real life." With this thought, the fence nearly doubled in height. I looked at it, slightly daunted. But then I remembered I could pull off anything in a dream, so I scrambled over it even more easily than I had done when it was half the size.
I walked casually over to the front of the building where the police officers were, and lost lucidity somewhere on the way. The dream continued as normal.

I realised that the large building was definately a Mall, as I could see inside it now. The police officers said to me, "Congratulations, you passed, you're now a cop." I then took part in something like a murder investigation, except there had been no murder. I became part of a team of officers who examined nearly every inch of the mall. I interviewed a large cleaning lady with curly black hair and she told me how she was angry at a former co-worker for quitting and leaving her with all the work. She drove around on one of those motorised cleaning platforms they use in malls which works like a big lawnmower. I don't remember encountering this other cleaning lady in the dream, but I got a mental picture of her being about 300lbs, with a bad-ass attitude. This ex-cleaning lady became the "villain" for the rest of the dream, and I had the feeling that she was out to trip up my investigation in some way.

My point of view soon shifted into the first cleaning lady, and I became her, going around with an enormous brush, sweeping up rubbish and dust. There was a slightly spooky moment when I entered a disused bathroom to sweep. It was completely cut off from the rest of the mall and was pretty eerie- barely any lights worked. I paused and reminded myself that this was a dream and nothing could possibly happen that I couldn't laugh away anyway. With confidence, I marched into the bathroom to clean it up. Some building work was obviously in progress in this bathroom, which doubled as a shower room. The floor and walls were made of the same type of orange/brown tiles you see in cheap communal washrooms, some were missing and others were smashed up. There were a couple of toilet cubicles missing where there should have been some. Upon entering, I saw a huge pile of rubble against one of the walls; it looked like there had been an earthquake. I thought to myself, "Look at the crap I have to deal with, there's no way I'm cleaning that up!" I went about my business, sweeping up the rubble and concrete dust into the big pile, when the actress Christine Rose appeared in the corner, where a cubicle had obviously once been. She was wearing a green apron over her outfit, and looked like she worked in a garden centre. She started trying to tell me to do something (me = the cleaning lady at this point), but I kept sweeping and not looking at her- it seemed that I'd heard it all before from this woman and was growing tired of her.

The rest of this dream, I have forgotten.