I am 35 weeks pregnant and my dreams have become extremely vivid. Although I have not been lucid in a very long time I have not been writing my dreams or doing any lucid exercises to help myself become lucid. That being said I thought I should log this one. Everyone is being held in the old world. Its dark not only in color but in feeling. Everything has a grey hue, its crowded, there is a feeling of a void. I’m inline to travel it feels like a boarder crossing. I have my passport and correct documents along with my husband. When I get to the front of the line a man (guard) in what looks to be futuristic military ware puts his hands on my head. I look at him as he does this. I don’t back away but feel confident but confused. I have only love in my heart. He says “You may pass”. My husband is also aloud to pass. As I walk down this huge white stairway into this new world. It is much brighter from where I just came. I hear people talking about insects and love. About respecting all life. I now see what is being created. A new world of compassion. But I also remember a young man who has a gun in this new world and shoots someone. How did he pass? It’s a new world of compassion.
I was at home, in my room. Somebody else was also sleeping there. A boarder? I went out. I was in mom's room. I was somebody else. A rich guy. I walked into the room, but it looked more like a small marsh, with water and furniture for logs. When I stepped in, the white alligators grew active and tried to bring me down. I jumped from log to log (or furniture to furniture), but I was obviously going down. I clung to the window, and then a monkey passed by and saved me. My roommate moved the bed into the room to "catch" me. No more animals, logs or water. I was grateful, but as he slept, I noticed that the pull-out bed under it was facing the wall, so I can't pull it out and sleep. School. We were chasing someone. Or being chased? A farm (Knott Berry?) of horrors. Morphing. Trying to escape. We went home to school (Lasalle). My companion stays there, but I don't. I checked the time, and it's 11 p.m. I told him I gotta go home. I saw the guard closing the gate, but I also saw a person about to go out. Next, I worried if my roommate is still awake so he can open up the gate and door for me. I worried if he'll get angry for waking him up.
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