Puffin

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I spent almost ten minutes trying to remember what this dream was about! But once I recalled the middle part, things fell into place and connected on both sides.

[JUSTIFY]I was in a darkly-lit, rectangular room that was about 40x15 feet, with walls that were a deep burgundy color. The light source came from four small, circular yellow lights in the ceiling. On one short side of the room, there was a plasma flat-screen television that was mounted perfectly on the wall, not tilted or angling downwards. Facing this television, and going down the long length of the room, was a line of chairs positioned against the right wall. They were wider than normal chairs and were made of wood, very basic in shape and style, like someone has just taken unpolished segments of wood and stuck them together - a random carpenter's project gone sour. There were six or seven chairs, and behind them was a simple fold-out table with a white plastic top and steel legs. On top of it was a smooth, thinner (but not transparent) black tablecloth that almost reminded me of silk, but it wasn't as reflective. This cloth came down four or five inches over the sides of the table, hanging there.

I knew that the table was white, even though I couldn't see it - I was actually underneath the table, being held hostage by five or six people who were sitting in the chairs ahead of me! They weren't focused on me at all, but instead were watching something on the television (which was emitting a bright white light, with pale green around the edges). They were all wearing thin, dark gray cloaks with hoods, but their relatively small hoods were all down. I could see the backs of their heads. There were mostly men, but I remember seeing a woman too. One man had a buzz cut, and another had no hair at all. Standing immediately to the left of the television, leaning with his back against the wall, was a guy who must have been in his late thirties; he too was bald. He was holding his hands together in front of him, his arms and shoulders relaxed. On the wall adjacent to the one he was leaning against, there was a doorway, the wooden door itself half-open, boasting a brass doorknob.

Meanwhile, I was still underneath the table, which was very dark. But I wasn't alone. There were a few other people, namely, a girl who looked a bit younger than me. She reminded me of one of my classmates, as she had darker, wavy blonde hair, and freckles. She looked at me with a terrified and uncertain expression, and I mimicked it.

What were these people going to do to us? I thought.

At that moment, I knew I had to get out of here, and I was prepared to come up with even the riskiest of plans to do so. Still underneath the table, I shimmied over on my knees toward the left side, and peered out to the wall beside it, which was four or five feet away. Right there was an entrance to another room - there was a very short, square-shaped doorway with no door, just a brown wooden frame. It must have only been three feet tall and wide. Through this 'doorway', I could see a bathroom-sized room with pale yellow bathroom tiles and little pale blue diamonds in the corners of each tile, like an actual floor. It was well-lit and reminded me exactly of a kitchen setting; I even remember a white refrigerator up against the far wall. Sitting against the wall, there were a few terrified-looking people, mostly women; I remember one of them having blonde hair in a ponytail. She was sitting with her knees pulled up, her arms around them; as I peered over into the room and looked at her, our gazes locked for a moment.

I nodded to her and then looked back at the other girl, the one underneath the table.

"Now!" she shouted, and I scrambled out from underneath the table. For some reason, I knew that my escape would cost her life; the people in the room would end up killing her because of me. As I got up, the lighting in the room suddenly changed from being dark to being lit by a window. On the right wall, opposite of the one the chairs were against (to help you picture this, I ran forward a bit and then to the left), was a tall, rectangular indent in the wall. The indent was neat and sharp, probably ten feet tall and five feet wide. There was a cube of wall that went up about five feet inside it, and above this cube was the square window. It was clear; past it I could see a courtyard of sorts.

I yelled as I charged through it, using my elbow to prevent some of the glass from hitting my face. I remember fearing, only slightly, that I might get cut from the glass but I wasn't injured. I was wearing a dark-colored hoodie of some sort.*

I landed in the courtyard, well, after leaning forward and then catching my balance. It was essentially an area of about 40x40 feet, with rectangular gray and grayish-brown stone for ground, and gray stone walls reaching at least three times my own height. The area was empty, with the exception of a pair of ornate, wooden benches positioned side-by-side, a few feet away from the left wall, facing the opposite wall. In the middle of the wall they were facing, there was a large, square glass window (probably eight feet wide and tall) that had a frosted appearance; you couldn't see through it. The window was bordered by a thick, clean wooden frame. On the wall adjacent to the one containing this window, and opposite of where I'd just blasted out from, was a tall, rectangular block of wood. It was a frame like that surrounding the frosted window, but it was thin, and there was no window; it just led to another area. The area that should have contained a window pane was only about a foot wide and a bit taller than I was.

In front of this ridiculously skinny window was a woman on a brown horse. The woman was Asian, and wearing some sort of traditional gown. It went down to her ankles and was light, mint green in color, and made of fairly thick, smooth fabric. It was accented by red outlines around the edges of the fabric, and gold leaf patterns on the lower portion. She had her black hair up in a bun with two chopsticks placed to hold it in place, and she was wearing heavier makeup.

I knew I had to run through that tiny opening, but she was in the way. Regardless, I ran towards her, shouting as I did. I was aware of people chasing me, following me and ready to capture me again. When I got within ten feet of her, she took out a porcelain chopstick (from who knows where) and hurled it at me, exclaiming. The chopstick was cream in color, and shiny like porcelain is. On the thicker end, it had a strip of red and maroon with intricate gold patterns. It shot like a bullet and just missed the left part of my stomach. I continued to run and dodged slightly over to the right. When I got right up against the horse, which barely moved the entire time, I pushed on the ground with one of my feet and leapt up, going past her left shoulder. Right when I started the jump, though, she threw another chopstick and it stuck in my right thigh, hanging out. I could feel it in my leg. Mid-jump, I pulled it out and felt a small, thin stream blood flowing from my leg. It stopped when I grabbed onto the window frame and totally forgot about the woman right behind me, though. As far as I knew, she wasn't there anymore!

I turned and tried to push myself through the window sideways, which took a lot of effort to do.* It didn't hurt, although I really had to squeeze a lot to get through. Right when I got through, somehow that frosted window appeared right behind it; I proceeded to smash through that one too, again blocking myself from glass shards but with both arms crossed in front of my face.