Thread: Three-Room / Hell dream. (Kinda disturbing, be warned)

This was not my first lucid dream, but it was one that I felt was the oddest and the scariest... In some senses it may have been a personal hell I created for myself. If you have any interpretations of the meaning behind this, please feel free to share them.

I was having some non-lucid dreams beforehand... but suddenly all of that stopped and I was tossed into a new dream. I was more aware, had that stage where I switched between a third person and first person view.

The first room--the room I woke up in--seemed like I was in a small dining room in a house that was undergoing remodeling but got abandoned. It had fluorescent lighting, kind of that same bright you'd get in a hospital. The walls were a faded baby blue color, and the paint was chipping off. The wood was rotted. There were blood splatters that had gone a little brown, but there was a table with plastic over it that seemed to be covered in fresher blood. Behind a knocked over, paint-splattered wooden chair was something wrapped in heavy plastic. It was dripping blood and it looked like a meatsack of something. I forced myself to move out of that room.

The second room, after leaving through the black open doorway was a view of my grandfather's kitchen from the doorway. In the very back are the curtains to the side of the house that faced the garden. The windows only showed pitch black. My family was gathered around my grandpa. He was threatening to hang himself. In the back view of the window I could see a ghost-like image of my deceased grandmother. She normally had a very sweet, inviting, and kind face--but the one in the window looked shadowed, dark, and creepy. I rushed past my grandfather to the last room, and I can hear a chair fall over behind me.

The last room is by far the strangest and most disturbing. I walked into what looked like a nice wooden house. Only... it was FAR from inviting or friendly. There was a curtain-less, large window in the main wall, outside I could see what looked like endless dark rainclouds around a deserted, barren dirt ground. There were wooden planks that had hooks, some of them held the same plastic bags with obvious bodies inside of them--still dripping blood and swaying in the wind.
There were dogs in the room. They were an odd dark, blackish red/brown color, kind of like a bloodhound. They were bloated, and their skin looked decayed and had a few holes in them. None of them had eyes, they were just sunken in eye sockets with nothing but black. Some of them had stubby limbs or sharpened bones sticking out from their stubs. They were howling and crying, rolling and crawling on the floor like they were in horrifyingly agonizing pain. They crawled really slowly, worm-like.
Amidst all this was an man in blue jeans, a cotton white shirt, an odd straw/leather hat, black leather boots. I couldn't see his face. But he had a harmonica, was sitting in a rocking chair, and facing away from me. He was playing Amazing Grace on the harmonica and rocking back and forth.

When one of the dogs started to speed-crawl towards me, I forced myself awake.


I have to admit it was the first dream I've ever had like this one. I can't quite place what would have triggered it--but I certainly haven't forgotten many details on it at all. I had this dream a couple years ago, but I still remember it clearly. I was very disoriented for the rest of the night.

Here is an image of the dog I managed to doodle when I got on my computer afterwards: