Normally, lucid dreams freak me out. I tend to panic when I find out that I’m dreaming and try to wake up, which puts me into a false awakening loop. This time, however, was actually fun and interesting.
First - Target Practice
First, I remember being outside of a couple of big white houses and there was a hilly yard with a few old trees a long the road. I was given a gun along with others in the dream. A “leader” character told another character to shoot some old lady through the window of the house. I was like, “Why??”
We walked over to the yard area and the house had large bay windows on the bottom floor looking down into a basement living room area where the old lady was watching a movie with her grandchildren. I kept saying that I wouldn’t even aim in that direction because I’m sure I’d hit the target. However, I REALLY wanted to shoot the gun. So I aimed the gun with my right hand only (normally, I’d use two hands) at a manhole cover in the middle of the yard. I fired the gun and it bounced off into the grass a little further up the yard.
Then, kids came outside and it became a birthday party. I wanted to shoot some kind of target and thought about shooting the balloons and balls the kids were playing with, but the kids were randomly running around and I didn’t want to hurt them.
Then, Searching for a Gun
I remember looking through old wooden cabinets and remember thinking they had something to do with my aunt - like she owned the place or something.
It reminded me of an unused part of an old college building where stuff would have been hastily stored and forgotten. I knew I was dreaming and thought the detail of the cabinets and the texture of the wooden nobs were pretty neat for a dream.
I went through the room opening cabinet after cabinet. They were filled with stacked white, decaying, paperback manuals or thick magazines. I don’t remember seeing labels and they appeared to have been there for a while, but weren’t heavily oxidized. There were nooks and crannies that appeared to be great places to hide the gun I was looking for, but they were empty. I was looking for a gun because I felt someone was after me and I needed a defense.
When I opened the bottom cabinets, I thought they might have people hiding in them, but there were just more white magazines. I thought my aunt was smart to do this to keep people from hiding there.
I also remember a ton of dust on everything. There was also white flaky stuff on the surfaces open to the air - possibly mold. There were sky lights near the ceiling in these rooms.
I walked out of the room and into another, making my way down a hallway. All the floors were wooden and squeaked and bent under my weight slightly when I walked.
I reached the last room. The windows were covered, so it was very dark. I entered the room and saw that I was across from something with a glass door because I could see my back lit reflection and the door slowly closing behind me. I also saw the light from the hallway dim as the door closed. I turned and stopped the door to keep the light coming into the room. I found that it was my weight on the floor causing the door to swing closed.
I woke up before completing the goal I had and was a little frustrated that I chose to do so.
Back to the yard party…
I remember going back to sleep and ending up at that yard party with the kids. This time, there were more adults. I was sitting with a group of people my age and there was a good looking guy standing to my right talking to some guy he knew to my left and that guy’s girlfriend (short hair, holding a beach ball) was standing next to him, only there because she’s his girlfriend.
I remember the good looking guy leading me and a few others in the group away from our position and…down a small crowded hallway. This didn’t seem weird for some reason despite the hallway being on an upper floor of an old college building.
He led us to a single dorm - or maybe it was a large office - in the building. The main room was cluttered and the size of my living room in waking life. There was a small bathroom attached in the back.
I remember being tired - possibly drunk - and I sat in a red(?) vinyl chair in the corner. I remember feeling that nice “I’m going to sleep so good if I fall asleep right now” feeling, which I have gotten when I was drunk in the past. However, I don’t remember drinking anything and rarely drink in waking life.
I closed my eyes and rolled to my right side, feeling really relaxed.
I vaguely remember some guy saying if we were going to be experimenting, we should shut the door and he shut it for us.
I heard the good looking guy in his bathroom washing his hands and “preparing” something. I heard him walk back into the room and interact with the others. I felt something cold on my left calf - I was wearing shorts - and I realized it was rubbing alcohol. I felt a needle go into my leg and liquid go into the muscle.
I opened my eyes and the good looking guy was taking off surgical gloves and a small vial(?) was still stuck in my leg. It had fluorescent green liquid in it. The others were standing, ready to leave. Some of them were rolling their sleeves back down.
The good looking guy opened the door and was about to lead us out, waiting for me. I pulled out the vial and put it on the table to my left. There was still some liquid in it and wondered if I was supposed to take it out. The good looking guy watched me do this an said that we can remove the vials (called something else) and to follow him.
I was the first one in the room. I was in a large room with dusty bookcases against the walls and a large doorway into another room. The rooms had hardwood flooring. I first looked at the table in the center of the room and knew I was dreaming, so I was REALLY impressed by the detail of it all. I said, “Ho-ly, fuck.” mostly to make the others laugh, but realized I had done that earlier in the dream - this was the second time I had been through this …simulation? However, it wasn’t as detailed the first time.
I remember systematically looking around the room trying to remember everything so I could write this now. I remember looking at a table with nick-nacks and I said, “How the hell am I supposed to remember all of this?? There are too many things - too many details.” I even tried to touch and name what I was seeing to remember it (ironically, I don’t remember what these things were now). The good looking guy told me to not try that hard - just to remember SOMETHING and to play around with the environment.
I remember touching a plaster(?) plant figurine and the leaf broke off. I turned toward the room where the good looking guy was looking at shelves with books, vinyl records, etc. I looked at the plaster leaf in my hand and willed it (aloud) to turn into a real leaf. Eventually, it did turn into an actual leaf. I was so happy I could do this, that I told the others to look at it. This made the good looking guy smirk as if he was stifling a larger smile or laugh.
I know there were WAY more scenes that happened with a serious amount of detail and the good looking guy was like a facilitator or guide throughout the scenes, but I can’t remember them.
What are YOU Doing Here?
I remember part of the dream where I was exploring and I walked outside into an area / walkway that was at least a story above a grassy yard to my left. I think there were evergreen trees in the distance. I was going to take the attached white painted wood steps to the ground, but at the bottom of the steps, some thin chick with long straight dirty blond hair stood there, looking at me angrily.
I was like, “Hello…?”
She started slowly climbing the stairs, approaching me as she spoke. She kept asking me why I was there, especially after what happened before or “last time.” I was trying to remember what she was talking about. I asked her what she was talking about and asked her, “I was here before???” and “What happened?”
Then, some slightly shorter girl with light brown hair come from behind me and stood in front of me to protect me. I think she was wearing a gray sweater with pushed up sleeves.
She told Girl #1 to leave me alone and that I didn’t know what was going on or something. I didn’t catch the entire conversation because I knew I was dreaming and thought, “REMEMBER SOMETHING!”
I looked to my right, and, although it was a story up, there was an old blue ’70s car. I thought, “This car is blue.” Parts of it was rusted and the paint was matte. One area had the paint rubbed off completely, but the metal underneath was polished into a nice chrome.
I looked around and to my right, there were brick apartment buildings with a brick walkway over a street that led to a parking lot. However, the bricks had a weird texture - like stucco - and the walkway appeared to sag where it wasn’t directly supported. I thought it looked like someone’s painting of a brick building.
As Girl #1 climbed the steps, Girl #2 stepped backward, forcing me backward.
At one point, Girl #2 asked the other if she expected her to just stand by like the other times to watch her toss me off the balcony like the others. She pointed out the points where Girl #1 had tossed others off.
I Wanted to Leave
So I focused and woke up.
I was laying on my right side and looked around the dark room. There was light coming in from the city through the windows…even the cool window near the ceiling. I thought…I’m pretty sure I don’t have a cool window like that.
I let my eyes adjust and there was a TV on a brown bookshelf at the foot of my bed. In the shelf. reflecting the window light, was a smiling Asian good-luck cat figurine with long legs. It was kinda creepy and I wondered why would I put something so creepy in my room? I started to think it wasn’t my room and I expected someone else to be in the bed, but there wasn’t. I found my car keys on the nightstand and locked my car doors with the fob. Instead of a honk outside, I heard a weird shuffling noise beside me on the floor.
Then I woke up for real.
Note: The good looking guy looked familiar, but I didn’t recognize him from waking life - he’s probably modeled after a random OU student or teacher.
Also, fluorescent green is the color that appears in my dreams that signals that I’m in a dream.