This dream has been viewed 10349 times.I'll finish recording the rest of this dream later (probably around 11PM tonight, EDT). But in case I don't, it'll be because something happened, I'm afraid. For at the end of this long, LONG lucid dream a young woman said to me in no uncertain terms, "I can tell you this, that this will be one of the longest, most horrible nights that you'll ever miss life." ------- OK, so now it's 11:37PM and I'm still here! Here is the dream in its entirety. --------- Dad calls to wake me up, but I don't want to. However, I'm in a strange house that I seem to think is home.* I don't even notice this fact.
This is a dream, I think to myself. Almost immediately, I fall off my bed onto the floor. I wonder if I'm out of body. The answer is yes, for I zip pell-mell through room after room of the strange house. There seems to be WAY too many bedrooms, and I am simply passing through right through beds and walls as if they are made of air.
I hear Mom's voice.
"Where are you, Mom?" I call out.
(I think I did find her and was talking to her, but I can't remember this part of the dream because the whole thing was so long, I began forgetting stuff that happened at the beginning).
The next thing I remember, I'm in a kitchen of a strange house. I see a skinny woman sort of lying on a couple chairs, up by a kitchen table. I can only see the top of her head over the edge of the table. I float over closer to the table to get a better look at her. She is a middle-aged woman with her eyes barely open in slits as she reads a book...and ignores me.
"Do you know where my mother is?" I ask her. She continues to ignore me, so I ask her again.
One eye opens a little wider and the pupil lazily travels over to look at me.
"I don't know," she drawls.
I take off flying again. Suddenly, I'm underwater and my sister, C___, is floating along with me as we look at the river bottom through some kind of glass surface that keeps the water away from our eyes. I marvel with her how many packaged product boxes that there are in the river bottom. The water is very clear, but this litter is everywhere. On one package I read the word "Colgate" out loud, but even as I look at it the word morphs into two other similar sounding words (I can't recall what they were).
I get separated from my sister. I continue to float along, but now the litter has been replaced with beautiful, glowing crystals. They look like quartz, but they are colored yellow, blue and purple. I scoop some up and go to put them in my pants pocket, but this proves difficult because my pants are in contact with the water and the pocket doesn't open easily. I'm worried that I'll wake up if this action gets too complicated, so I look for another pocket. Fortunately, I find an easily accessible one on the front of my shirt and I stuff the crystals in there.
I meet up with my sister again, but by now I'm beginning to wonder if I'm going to wake up because the dream has already gone on for so long. So I say goodbye to her, and tell her it's time to wake up.
However, I zoom upwards and away from her through multiple layers of earth, as if the underground river was at a great depth beneath the ground. I fly for so long like this that I begin to worry that something isn't quite right. Indeed, I am starting to feel like my general mood is getting kind of gloomy from flying through such dimly lit quarters for so long. But I feel like I'm "dreaming true" -- so, if I am indeed in the best dream state possible, how is that feeling depressed like this is even possible? I don't want to believe that could possibly be true, and I begin to feel a little bit frightened by the idea.
Then I'm in a hall of a large, old mansion. I spot my sister again, up on a decorated balcony that looks down onto the hall. She's in an old-fashioned dress.
"Are you in real life now?" I call up to her.
"No, we're both still dreaming." she replies.
Suddenly my old springer spaniel, who died about five years ago, comes running up to me. He's wagging his tail and I give him a great big bear hug.
"Look who's here!" I exclaim to my sister. I accidentally bump his nose into my face when I hug him and, in the back of my mind, I think, Springer spaniels' noses aren't slender like the noses on a lot of other dogs.
There's a shift in the dream. My sister and I sit down and she plays the piano beautifully (she cannot play it in real life). There's another piano right next to the one she's playing, so I go over to it and begin playing, too. I'm trying to accompany her, and I seem to know exactly what to do with my hands on the piano keys -- but my playing is muffled, barely audible. The notes coming from her piano are much more clearly heard.
There's another shift in the dream. Now I'm back in a modern house, and I spot my older brother, D____, outside working on a plow/rototiller that's as big as a small car. It's yellow, and he seems to be trying to get it started. I holler over to him that it's a dream.
He says, "What?!"
I try to tell him again. But a variety of loud buzzing sounds drown my voice out, and I start to lose sight of him. Finally, the last time that I shout, "Can you still hear me?" he fades from sight.
Somewhere in the midst of the shouting I ended up outside. Now I'm spinning in slow circles up in the air, moving along at the same time. I do a couple of circles around what seems to be a government surveillance van...for I can see the cameras pointing at me from behind the front seat. A agent type is sitting there, with headphones on.
I leave that area and find myself falling down a very deep shaft. I'm falling back first, which is common in my dreams lately. However, I recall the dream in which I was doing this and I passed through some material that actually hurt me a little as it went through me. This inhibits me enough that I rotate around so that I am falling face first, and I turn and put hands together with my fingers pointing down. I think this might sort of "slice" through anything bad that I might run into.
Finally, I am flying parallel with the ground, going along next to a river. With consternation, I notice that things are starting to fall apart visually**** -- am I not dreaming "true" enough, I wonder? I look at a tree to confirm this -- it goes from hazy to being in sharp focus for a split second, then back to hazy. This, at least, makes me feel a little better.
I end up in some day camp for young people. There are many people I don't know, and they're not paying attention to me anyway. Finally, I make contact with a young woman and ask her where I am. In a solemn voice she says to me, "I can tell you this, that this will be one of the longest, most horrible nights that you'll miss life."
I'm immediately scared. I think that if I use my voice, I'll wake up. I call out in a hoarse whisper, though. But this seems to work. As I wake up, I remember I can always shake my head to wake up, too.
Additional Comments:*points in the dream where I should have become lucid because of impossible scenarios, or points where I should have REGAINED lucidity for the same reason
****When dreams begin to deteriorate, this is a signal for me to realize that the usual scenery and props of dreams are about to give way for something that is substantially more real and spiritual.