Lucid Intent? No
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In this dream I seem to be back in the old neighborhood where I grew up (a common recurring theme) but it's also not like it at the same time.
(some background stuff: There used to be a trail through the woods that seperated my average income family neighborhood from the ritzy upper upper middle class neighborhood, and we used to take that path all the time because all the kids who lived in both places had friends they liked to play with in the other place, so it was traversed by both neighborhood kids, and this went on for a good long time until one day the path was fenced off, and it was eventually explained to us that that path was on private property and we were not to have been using that path at all all this time, but we didn't know that, we and I don't think even the adults knew it was private property, it was just a trail through the woods. Needless to say the kids on either side of the path were upset because there was no other way for us to meet now. The only other way would have been a really long walk along the highway, something no parent was about to let their kid do.)
I am walking along the path and someone is following me. I am telling them that this path is a short cut to Mars. (I have no idea why I it was Mars, but in the dream I meant it literally, like we were going to WALK to the planet Mars ON THIS PATH.) and they happily went along, but half way along I stopped. Something about the trail felt wrong, even though I couldn't tell what it was. We observe a very strange plant. It looks like an oridinary plat in most ways, but it seems to be bearing fruits shaped exactly like small boxes with lids. It was so curious. We stared at it for a good long time, and I even open and closed some of the boxes. I then said I had changed my mind and that we aught not go to mars, and instead we should head back from where we came from, and also do it in a hurry.
I actually felt we were suddenly in some sort of danger, but I couldn't tell why. However the vegetation has grown rapidly around us, practically cutting off our retreat, which serve only to make me more anxious. The plants get so tall I get lost, but keep moving back from the direction we came from. Suddenly I must stop. There is a sharp drop here. A cliff, and the way down is very very long. It's also the view of another city entirely. The suburb I thought I was going towards was miles away. I wondered how I could have missed it by so much, how was that even possible? But there is was, a busy street below, with cars and buildings and smoke. I was quite petrified. I remember looking down and feeling terribly lost, like this was it, I was never going home again.