My dream began with waking up in my apartment and I had a friend there with me (non descript). Instead of being myself, I was Ellen Pompeio (aka the woman that plays Meredith Grey.) I had a boyfriend there as well, though emotionally distant.

There was the acrid smell of smoke billowing through the heating ducts, and instinctively I knew that there was a fire in the building. A slew of emotions overtook me all at once - the need to help everyone escape, the desire to be helpful, and the urgent push to help those who couldn't help themselves.

I tell my friend and boyfriend that we need to help everyone get out. They agree, except my boyfriend says that we don't need to bother with the neighbor, that he's a weird creep that can look out for himself because he's not worth our time. I don't agree with him, and I alert the people living on my floor - there are three apartment units there and a variety of people (non descript) in all of them, including the male neighbor (good looking, maybe 30's with dark hair and facial hair). Together they agree that we need to save everyone.

We set down the stairwell to wake everyone on the floors beneath us, and as we make our way down we're greeted by some that have come from lower floors and tell us that the fire has engulfed the lower portion of the building but everyone has made it away unscathed. The building is definitely older, with a brick fascade, but with intricate finishes and built solidly. As a group, we decide that the best bet for being rescued is to make it to the roof and let helicopters take us from the top of the building. We can see them out the windows, and know they will help us. During this time I discover that my boyfriend is a drug user that has been hiding his problem from me, and all of his words about the neighbor were untrue and unfounded. My male neighbor has been very hands on, helpful and caring. He's been kind to me. My boyfriend falls toward the back of the group as I've dismissed him, but don't want harm to come to him.

We make our way up to the top floor. The entire floor is a giant movie theatre and there's strung-out, dirty people littered around. Instead of theatre chairs, the furniture is a mixture of old love seats and squashy chairs covered in battered red velvet. One of the strung out people is s dark haired man, who is gaunt and frail and beside him is an orange capped insulin syringe for IV drug insertion.

I try and coax them out of the building and some join us, but others stay put, too drugged up to care.

As a group, we exit the door that will lead us to the roof of the building. Except the door doesn't lead to the roof. It leads to the back entrance of a bar that butts up to a road where motorists are passing by. Some are hauling awkward, home-made trailers, and they're loading the people from the building into them and driving off.

My friend, male neighbor and I climb into a doctored golf cart that moves much quicker than normal.

We ride off into the distance.

About me: I'm highly stressed but eerily adaptable. I work full time as a tech in a hospital, and I start nursing school in a couple of weeks. I'm married and have three children. I am writing my first novel that I am self-publishing. Recently there have been some significant changes in our household, including the introduction of a new child (not a newborn.) stressed honestly doesn't even begin to cover it!

I have been a lucid dreamer for as far back as I can recall. I dream every single night and wake remembering them. They're very vivid, very colorful. I have been known to dream about places - specifically houses, mostly large, white Victorians - that I have NEVER seen in person before, but will run across some time later. I constantly have a sense of forbeboding and deja vu. If I wake from a dream, I can go right back into it.