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Weird experience:
I was dreaming, and I was in Disneyland. I was just walking around with or without my family and I go into this building where there is a mirror with a handle on it. I get all excited because I remember from another dream that behind a secret doorway in Disneyland that I opened there was this room that had all sorts of cool stuff like gigantic TV, I really liked this place, because it gave me a sense of being safe and at home and having fun. Only I knew about this place.
So in this new dream, I turn the doorknob and enter the place, but it's all empty and dark. It looks like the corner where no one bothers to clean because no one really looks in there anyway. There is no trace of this cool place anywhere. I suddenly see movement, and look under this wall with a three foot gap between the bottom and floor. There is a janitor-looking guy hiding under the wall with a long mop-looking thing. He's more of a silhouette, I can't see his face. I remember feeling disappointed and that they had to move it because it was pointless and could be put to "better" use for everyone else. The janitor, I remember thinking, was probably busy taking all the stuff out.
The second dream was a lucid, but my SC was still trying to pass a message to me. I knew I was dreaming and I was in a very small classroom. I was in a desk far from this one dude who I really don't like, he just bugs me by existing and being so well-liked by everyone else for absolutely no reason. There were a few average girls around him, I don't know who they were and they weren't necessarily good looking. I hated this guy, so I decided to make him suffer. There was a teacher, Mr. Taylor, in the classroom and I didn't like him that much, but I knew that I could make Mr. Taylor do whatever I want by simply willing it, he would be able to cause this guy in the classrom grief.
However, when I thought about willing the guy to actually do something embarrassing to ruin himself, the idea seemed unattainable. If I willed it to happen, it wouldn't happen. So instead of just willing Mr. Taylor to cause him grief, I just sighed and decided to do nothing. I lost lucidity at the very end.
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Knowing only that you're a male gender makes it dfficult to adjust any connections...
It seems to be about escaping through the backdoor to the situations / places of your past where you used to feel safe.
1. But when you enter the room you see that it has changed, and for worse. It was cosy before, now there is nothing interesting inside to look for.
2. As well recoursing to your teacher to help you to overcome the jealousy or timidness is also of no avail in the long run, because :
It's maybe high time to face the challenges on your own.
