lucidkara

Was at some sort of public debate thing inside of a huge hotel lobby. On stage I was watching these two girls I have never met before but that are friends of my friends and I know of them well. Katya was yelling at Katie for never paying the rent that she agreed to pay. She was upset that she stuck the apartment in her name and wasn’t holding up here end of the deal. Everyone in the audience was sitting inside of canoes instead of chairs. I was wearing a giant frilly pink sparkly dress, which looked like something “the good witch” would wear. Allen was in the canoe in front of me. I knew that he found my dress to be hideous and that he was slightly annoyed that I was wearing it. I kept giggling and pestering him. I would whisper things like “hey, booboo, how do you like my dress” and he would respond by rolling his eyes. The debate was over and we were all in another lobby where food was being served. I was acting really goofy, yet again, and trying to annoy Allen further. I was twirling in my giant dress like I would when I was a little girl and people were staring at me. I could see that Allen was starting to loosen up a bit and he started to giggle at my behavior. Suddenly, Jaguars began jumping down from scaffolding and attacking people. I was not afraid that I would be attacked, and as if I were on some sort of drug, I began to laugh at the chaos around me.
*memory laps*
Allen and I are running down a hall with our arms wrapped around each other. I can see he is a little nervous, I am too deep down but I continue to laugh as if nothing was wrong.
*memory laps*
I have a view form a third person. Jaguars have taken over the city, going door to door to attack people. A man is trying to push close his front door as an angry jaguar tried to push its way through. I watch what seems to be about a 10 minute struggle between the two but with a light heart, I am not concerned about what may happen if the jaguar breaks through and gets the man. He certainly would die but since I am not apart of what’s happening and just a specter I feel strangely disconnected. After he manages to shut the door I watch another person struggle with the same exact situation for another 10 minutes or so. Finally I am back in my body. I go to walk into a bedroom and the first man struggling with the door has played a trick on me, throwing a stuffed animal at me making me think it’s a jaguar. I fall to the ground and then bust out laughing. I turn and see a real one in the door way looking at me. I wake.