Dream 20030226, 8:30 AM:
This dream began as a *very* realistic false awakening. First, a description of the real world situation, just so that it will make sense in comparison to the dream world: I had woken up, gotten out of bed, and then returned; Chris got up out of bed and went into the other room, and was puttering around in the kitchen. The kitchen is directly across the living room from the bedroom.
I wake up, and find myself lying in bed; Chris has gotten up and is puttering around in the other room. I get up, and walk into the other room where he is to see what he’s up to. I look at the pictures on the wall, and then realize that the room is wrong – somehow instead of being in the kitchen, we’re in the blue bedroom at the Kingwood house. This causes me to become lucid, and the sensation of it is very strong. I notice that the walls are green, like the ones that Chris has been painting in the house. For some reason, I reach my fingertips into the wall – I think it’s to demonstrate to myself and Chris that I’m dreaming, because this feels so real. I reach the fingertips of one hand into the wall, and then realize that I’m not feeling anything inside there, just a sort of void – it feels vaguely like reaching around in room-temperature mud. There is a slight sense of resistance, but no sense of any of the stuff that is inside walls, like beams, nails, studs, or plaster.
I can see my arms disappearing into the wall; I am more than elbow deep into it now. I have a thought about trying to pass bodily through it, but I decide that instead I will see if I can find anything. I have a brief thought that it’s not very smart to be reaching around where I can’t see, in case there are bugs or monsters or sharp things in there… but then I decide that I will reach around and find a box and pull it out. I feel my way around, bit by bit, looking for a box. I think that it should be about the size of a loaf of bread. I don’t find anything like that, though, and I find myself getting close to blanking out – my face at this point is pretty close to the wall, and because my visual field isn’t changing much, it seems like I’m going to fade out pretty soon if I don’t find something. I turn my head to take in more of the room, which helps. I fish around with my hands, and then move in a downward direction. As I get closer to the bottom of the wall where it meets the baseboard, I feel a little box, smaller than the palm of my hand. I grab it between both hands and pull it through; it doesn’t give me any trouble as it comes out of the wall. It is a small square box, looks like a ring box. I open it up, and inside is a little green worm, like a garden cutworm, and a tiny piece of ribbon tied to a little card. The box sort of collapses open, and I pick up the little worm. I place it on the little finger of my left hand, and it holds on; I stroke it, and it turns into a silver ring with an image of a snake coiled many times around. It has a kind of Art Nouveau style to it; it is fairly wide, and the coilings of the snake have a curving, sensual quality like a Mucha drawing. I say something to it, about staying with me. Then I wake up for real. *end*