non-lucid

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This was a very frustrating dream tonight. I was in a very dark room, but not black. It was more of a warm brown color. The room seemed like some sort of den, and although I can't remember many details about the furniture, walls, doors, or windows, I can recall that it seemed like the office/den at my Grandparents house.

I know I dreamed something before this, but the last thing I remember was that there was a man sitting on a chair. I was talking to him, and his eyes were very narrow and squinted. He looked like someone I knew. He was very friendly, almost too friendly, and he may have had a glass of wine in his hand. I'm not sure about that.

"Yes," he said happily, "I've been lucid dreaming the past two days." Oh my god, he was talking about lucid dreaming and I was so unaware I didn't even notice! "I've just stayed home with my dogs. It's been great." Then I woke up.

Recurring images: Dogs; a warm, brown color

I was walking in a snowy park with a plethora of people I knew, consisting mostly of friends from the school musical and marching band, as well as the musical director. It was fairly dark out, but they sky was starless, covered up by clouds, and a soft brown color. We were all carrying candles as we walked. I was toward the front of the group, near the director. A few people were pulling sleds.

As the dream progressed, it turned to daylight, but again remained cloudy. I also recall wearing cross country skis at this point in the dream, but I don't believe we were wearing those previously. We passed a couple, a man and a woman. It was soon after that when I fell.

The path sloped steeply to the sides, and when I fell, I began tumbling along the steep hillside. There were bare, snow covered trees all along the cliff, and at the bottom was a small stream. I eventually caught myself on a tree trunk, but I was hidden behind a snow bank, so I couldn't be seen from the path up above.

I then heard the people I was just with coming down the hillside. For some reason it never crossed my mind that they could be looking for me, but I somehow knew they were running from something. I was terrified of being trampled, because I couldn't be seen from behind the snow bank. I then heard someone say that they were being chased by wild dogs. I woke up.