Hello, I'm Ymir and I'm happy that I can become a part of this community. I need to tell you something from the start, my first language is not English and I'm new to this whole forum thing, truth be told this is the first time I ever registered to a site like this.

My reason is simple. I was always fascinated by dreams and even though I don't really remember much I like having dreams, even if they are nightmares. Maybe it comes from the fact that I can't have dream too many or I'm just simply incapable of remembering them. And the ones I do remember fade away with time.

Some days ago something strange happened. I had a really interesting experience and please do not ridicule me when I tell you that I don't know where to put this experience. I had a wired lucid or half lucid dreaming experience. I remember the dream so vividly that I could even paint it if I wanted to! But most of the time I wasn't in control of my action, I just let it happen to me, like when your watching a move that has so many cliches that you know what will pop up in the next corner but you still are fascinated by it and makes you wonder, did I really saw this coming or not.

I really want to describe this dream of mine in detail, many because I noticed that there's no word count on this thing. If you're bored by my twaddle feel free to skip the next part.

This dream of mine was really all over the place in a sense that I know what was going on, was vigilant the whole time and the fact that it happened around three o'clock at night, right after I managed to fall back to sleep. Usually I sleep like a comatose patient, even though I know it's not nice to describe it that way, but I have no better words for it.

So I was walking down this hallway with no windows or doors, it looked like and old hospital or asylum or office but it was decaying and the roof and walls were rotting, paint cracking and falling down to the unkempt floor. No furnitures. But for some reason it gave me the feeling of cleanness. It wasn't horrible or disgusting, more like home like. I was wearing all black, my shirt and pants but no shoes just bare footed. The hallway lead me to a door, in the same shape as the other part of the building, when I opened it I could enter a dimly lit room with an old closet. This closet I know from my childhood, I helped painting it white, which at that time I protested against finding white as a furniture color really ugly, I still do today, but this closet is in good shape. No paint cracks and dust on the entire thing. I enter and the door close behind me without noticing. I step closer and inspect, the closet is written all over with coloring pencils and crayons with colorful and clumsy children writing. It is a conversation of some sort and I know that I wasn't the one writing this, but if I touch it something strange will happen, something that is good for my soul. I felt like that. Here comes the first time I felt that I have control in this dream, I could choose to touche the writing, when I do, when I choose to do so memories come to my mind, memories of not the past but of the future of me standing in a room illuminated with orange light, busy at a writing table putting and sorting papers. I was in a hurry in this vision inside of the dream in the same clothes I'm wearing right now, and I'm happy inside this memory. My surroundings are faded but old like the old study of a great writer or inside of an old ship, that's how i could describe it. I remove my hand and realize I have no choose here I need to get inside the closet. I do. In a hurry, I rush inside and close the door, it's pitch black, but there is a light, a small key hole that was widened up a little bit, i look outside of it and I'm greeted with the picture frame by frame like what my vision was. It was me, working, being happy but in a rush, in a hurry. A sense of desire to act rushed into me, suddenly I realize this is not a vision, this is another me, who lives who I want to live. Who made it, made his life goal and I wanted to be standing nest to him, wanting to be just like him, wanting to achieve what he achieved but to never take his place. Suddenly the world outside start spinning with, but my double doesn't feel it, just I can see it, the me who is in the closet. The images starts to get blurry and blow in orange light. Suddenly everything comes to a halt and an eye stared back at me trough the key hole, a blue eye, that I know belongs to my double but I myself have green eyes. And this comes to me as bothersome, I'm nerved by this, the first time in this entire dream. The closet door opens with a bang and relieves a different and huge room with three way to go, three doorways missing the door and lead to corridors pitch dark and distant. I know that they go forever to a long journey to unseen adventures and opportunities, even through they are dark I know that one day I will choose witch road I will go down. But the doorways are blocked by creatures, human like monsters who stand and tower over me, all laughing at me and surrounding me. They are mocking be and pointing at me, that I want to be just like them, a monster in the closet and telling me that I'm ridiculous for wanting to mimic them. They told me that if I do that I will fail like no one ever and I'm pitiable. The laughter do not cease and I realize this is the second time in this dream where I have a choose: stay in the closet or, jump out. Not to step out but to jump out, so I do. I jump. I land in the middle of the room and when my feet touches the ground I start to grow, and now it is my turn to over tower the monsters around me. I look down at them and they look up to me and silence sets in, awkward silence, it's like both parties are looking what will happen next and I have a strange sense of victory because the room grew with me, my head reached the ceiling and the corridors - still dark and view less - they grew with me. And that is the point I woke up.

My apologies if this is too long, but this is the reason that I went out and searched for this site. I believe the unconsciously I did control my dream, but in the same time I had no idea what will happen next and I loved that about this dream.

I dream this dream at least three weeks ago and I'm happy that I can still remember with detail.

Thank you for listening and can I ask for your opinions?

Thank you for having me and tolerating me on this site, it really makes me happy being here.