Dream 20030828, 7:10 AM:
This dream didn’t last very long, but was fairly cool.
I’m driving along, and I realize that I have to take a cloverleaf onramp to get onto the freeway bridge. It reminds me of one of the freeways near the Kingwood house. As I get onto the freeway part, I find that I’m not driving at all; I’m walking along. There are a large number of people here, also walking along; it reminds me somewhat of the hallways in an airport, with some people loitering and some hurrying. I look around, and notice that a couple of people are in various states of undress; this triggers a realization that I’m DREAMING, and I get lucid.
One fairly cute guy is walking toward me. He’s got sandy brown-blond hair, and like so often happens in my lucid dreams, I want to find a partner and some semi-private place and have some sex play. He walks past me, clearly in a hurry, but I turn and pursue him, saying, “Hey… I’m dreaming.” He turns, sees me, but keeps walking fast. I hurry behind him, and take hold of his sleeve. He looks at me, and is now decidedly less cute than before. I tap the side of his head, and say, “Hey, this is my dream, get cuter.” I visualize him with more jaw, and a stronger chin. He looks back, and his face has changed; he looks kind of like a cross between
We’re still walking down a hallway, which now looks decidedly like a hospital, and not like an airport any more. It’s carpeted, with a kind of nice but institutional style to the doors. I’m contemplating something isolated like a bathroom, when we turn around a corner, and I’m shocked to see a bunch of angry young men gathered around a hospital bed in the middle of the intersecting hallway, beating a young Asian man who is half-sitting, half-lying on it. They are moving in exactly the same rhythm as the men from the mob in my earlier dream, although they are eerily silent, aside from the noise of the man being repeatedly struck. The bed is half-folded, and I think that they are going to beat him up and then fold the bed in half, crushing him to death.
I turn and run. I go down several hallways, and eventually open a door and go into a very old-style tiled bathroom. I think to myself that I need to secure this environment; that otherwise the men could attack me. I hold out my hands, and have a staff which seems to be made of a white ice, or maybe it’s just made of light, and I plant it into the ground before me and start to send out a sphere of white light from it, increasing in radius. I realize that this will protect me here, but what I ought to do instead is make the whole building safer by dealing with the problem. I’m just dream-aware enough to realize that this would be a more spiritually fulfilling and effective way to handle the situation – facing my problems rather than hiding from them. I pick up my staff, un-planting it from the tile floor, and start to run down the hallway with it in hand. The sphere of white light follows me, and I can clearly envision beating up the attackers with the staff. A bright red light flashes in front of me (the Nova Dreamer light and I recognize it as such) and then the atmosphere of the dream starts to fade, and I find myself lying in bed.