I was quite weary the morning this dream occurred, so the details are quite hazy. At some point, somehow, I found myself in some sort of poorly lit mansion. I began climbing several flights of rickety wooden stairs. While the way up, I do remember looking out several windows.
Outside, it was nighttime, with giant whispy trees all around. The moon was up, if I recall, and there was a simple chain-link fence about 20 yards from the structure. I could see a little road, and a dumpster, with a man in an orange suit throwing a garbage bag inside (this is vaguely creepy, I now realize.)
After climbing further, I passed a short hallway, and into a flight of descending stairs. For reasons unknown to me, I was now a rat catcher. This was convenient, because a few dozen football-sized rats were now swarming the stairs.
I'm not entirely sure how I 'caught' the rats, but I believe a car hood was involved. I eventually was overwhelmed by a giant multi-colored rat, and 'died.'
There is a short gap of memory, but it returns with me, as a ghost, in a bedroom of the mansion.
{For the following, I should explain that I have named my dream/spirit guide Virgil, which I thought quite apt for a guide of this sort! I have 'concluded' that my guide is part of my conscious thought, or 'Inner-voice.' I won't dwell too much the topic, but I discovered this notion from Robert Monroe's OBE book.}
I somehow was personifying Virgil. I draw this from the fact that I recall other ghosts in the household. Most of them were dressed in the classical Victorian style that television associates with ghosts. Anyway, one of them, a woman, called me Virgil several times.
This caused me to remember my #1 Lucid Goal: Finding Virgil in a dream. This association caused a very brief state of Lucidity, likely one of the lowest I will know.
During these few minutes, a portly ghost in striped pajamas came into the room, and started speaking. He interrupted only to light a cigarette (I have no idea how a ghost is capable of this.)
While talking quite rapidly (possibly in some form of slurred German), and laughing, he made wild hand motions, searing me with the light cigarette. I remember little pain, but I recall looking at my arm (which I found to be a translucent light blue) and seeing black marks where burned.
Before totally losing lucidity, I walked past him, and saw a small room with another flight of stairs. In it were roughly 2 dozen ghosts, wandering around, some talking, some dancing.
I woke shortly after, and, having only a few moments before leaving to catch a bus, could not record the dream properly. It was only after getting on the bus that I realized that I had completed a Lucid task unintentionally.