Last night I had a lucid dream, it started as a normal dream, but i realised i was dreaming and became very lucid, no great god powers though, but did have some fun until someone came and made some trouble for me, though i felt like somehow i had made it for myself and i was someones problem.
Mirrors in the toy shop
I drop into this dream in the shopping arcade, its a long row of shops in an indoor arcade that is rather victorian looking. The shops are classy and busy. I'm in the arcade, looking into the window of the toy shop, there are loads of old fashioned toys like spinning tops, animal masks and wooden animals.
A man starts to approach me, but he is angry and menacing, and i quickly realise i need to get away from him. Though as i'm fairly lucid I know this will be pretty easy, i have powers he does not. I bob into the toy shop just as he gets close to me and starts to talk to me, hes saying he needs to talk to me, that i can't run away, there is no where to go, and hes very annoyed at me.
Once in the shop i pick up a toy that is a painted cube, on each side is a pastoral scene, slightly surreal, with bambi type deer running in green fields, very cartoon like. I drop myself into the scene, so now im a picture on the cube, a girl in a white dress. The grass isnt real, its plastic, and now i can see out of the cube into the shop. The man comes in, heads right for the cube, and picks it up. He is still angry and yells at me to get out and grow up, he is shaking the cube which is making me wobble allover. The cube isn't working as a hiding place, so i drop back into the toy shop, using the force of him shaking the cube to throw me clear of him, and leggit up the stairs.
Upstairs are lots of mirrors, the oval kind on a wooden frame that stand up, dressing mirrors. They are ornate and carved with scrolls and leaves, i cant see myself in them, just a milky blueness, and i step into a mirror quickly as the man gets to the top of the stairs. I'm giggling, he is angry and looking for me in the mirror, but i step out fast and into another, jumping between each one like doors. He's getting very frustrated and i just giggle and giggle.
The man is very angry, violently so, and smashes his hand into the mirror i am in and i fall tumbling out onto the broken glass. This isnt funny anymore, the glass hurts and i am cut, staining my white dress. He drags me up off the floor by my arm and i feel weak and sickly as soon as he touches me. He is marching me out of the shop into the arcade. No one seems to be able to see us anymore, and he moves quickly to a door in the arcade and pushes me through.
I feel so sickly, i can hardly walk and he's holding me up by my arm to move me along, I feel like im going to faint and my vision has gone blurry. We arrive in a room with two women, he chats to them in a hurry, releasing my arm. I flop onto the floor in a pile, my dress is a mess of blood and i still feel weak so i just sit on the floor. One of the women opens a chest up at the end of a bed in the room, she looks concerned and frightened of me, and she lifts out a dark red cloak with a large hood. She throws it over to me, suddenly i feel cold and feel the need to put the cloak on. I shuffle upright, put on the cloak, put the hood over my head. Warm and comforting, I lie down on the floor and sort of doze, still feeling woozy.
Some time has passed, im still here on the floor, im lying on my back in the cloak and feel a bit better. I can't see the people anymore, i'm still in the same room though. I stand up and i wobble a bit but im ok, its cold in the room so i wrap my cloak around me. There is a bed, large and ornate, the chest, no windows, a desk...its like a hotel room. There is a large wooden door. I'm lucid and feel i have some power back so go to open the door, telling myself it will open as this is my dream. But it wont open. I try and call the bridge, but it wont come. I sit on the bed to think, and flop onto my back onto the soft covers.
I'm there, thinking about what to do, and if i should wake, when the door opens and in comes someone i know, we will call him 'James' (though he is a real person IRL, and this is not his name). James is pleased to see me, and im pleased to see him too. He swaggers over to me lying on the bed and crawls over me with a smile, asking me how i am. I say i feel sickly, and this isnt the place for that, though i don't move him off me. He cuddles me, snuggles into my hair and puts his hands inside the cloak and all over me. I giggle and push him off playfully telling him he knows he can't do that. He slinks of me with fake sadness, smiling as he pulls a silly fake sad face.
Taking my had he pulls me off the bed, the door is open and we walk through it. I'm still a bit wobbly, and he steadys me with a look of concern on his face as he helps me out of the room. Once through the door he puts the hood over my face, bundles me close to him and rushes me through the arcade and out into the fields beyond. We area heading for the trees, but i sense i'm being hidden and keep my head down hidden in the cloak.
Once in the trees i feel much better, the sun is shining, james pulls back my hood and im safe. He smiles at me, licks his thumb and rubs some blood from my face like i'm a kid. It feels like James has rescued me and i'm pleased. My powers seem to be ok, i test things by asking a tree to produce flowers and the forest bursts into bloom.
I know where we are going, and as i think this the cabins come into view. They are wooden, clustered together in the woods. People are there, pleased to see myself and James, though as i break away from him to the group some people come and chat to him in concerned tones, looking at me with worried little faces. But i'm fine, lucid, people I know are here and I quickly change my outfit back to a nice flowing white dress with a thought and join the party.
I recognise a young man i know and he hugs me tight, others in the party greet me, and over on a wooden veranda i see my big cat with a big dog i don't know. He winks at me and we exchange knowing smiles.
Somehow in my dreams, I dont talk much, I just seem to chat by thinking and looking at someone. Its the same here, and when I was with James. Words are not spoken, you just think and know what is said. This is how the party is conducted, though other people are talking and i can hear what they are saying, its just party banter, and an overheard argument about a shared house and the rent. It seems in my dream world everyone lives in communes.
I slink onto the veranda with the big cat, James is there chatting to him. It's all fine here I'm with my own people and its safe and warm. I smile at James and we wander into the lodge which is empty, onto the sofa and he runs his hands allover me again. We have sex on the sofa, passionate and giggly sex, fooling around and teasing him, which he seems to enjoy. Pulling me down on the sofa when i pretend to run away from him, he is strong and much bigger than me, making me feel girly and giggly. I doze there with him, not for long, until I wake in the morning to my alarm.
People from real life don't usually visit me in my dreams, so it was unusual 'james' was there. Though he was an improved version, handsomer, fitter, like he was modeled on someone in the real world, but better! Im not sure who the angry man was who kidnapped me, or why my dream wouldnt let me do what i wanted in that room. I have been to the arcade and lodges before and they fit into my mind map of the town.
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