Dreams

Unintentionally, I had a lucid dream last night.  I was aware towards the beginning of this dream narration that it was a dream, and that I was in control of it.  It was glorious.

It started out in a room that, though inside, somehow seemed shrouded in a thick fog.  There was a deep, blood red chair that stood out like a sore thumb in the corner of the room, and I was instantly attracted to that chair.


The room was dark as night, but everything in it was vividly visible.  From the stone floor to the black bookshelf and reading table.

This was the room in which Barry died.  It was also in my apartment.

I found out that a Presidential debate was going on next door, and I went to attend.  Shortly before I left, President Obama said something subtle about if someone could reach them then something would happen.

I left my apartment (which was somehow in a building 100 stories tall), wormed my way around to the outside, and jumped from the apartment building to the chain-link fence surrounding the debaters.

The opposing debater was no longer in the debating arena, so I worked my way up and around the fence to be near the thin rod of a pedestal that the other debater was standing upon.  I jumped, and landed deftly upon he pedestal.

The President and I talked for a brief while, then my pedestal started to fall.  I jumped to the chain-link fence, and worked my way to a door.  Once inside, I walked down the spiral staircase, and saw a beautiful woman.  I followed her to the landing at the bottom of the staircase, and grabbed her hand.

She had a wedding ring on.  "Mon Dieu!" she exclaimed,pulled her hand away, and ran out the door.  A middle-aged Asian woman told me off for grabbing her hand, even though we were both married.  In speaking with her, I ascertained that going down the stairway I had retreated in time.

I left the stairway with her blessing.  I had to promise her that I wouldn't chase the woman in order to leave.  I promised this and I meant it.  I wasn't trying to harass her, merely to get her attention to talk to her.  I am a married man, after all.

Once I went through the door at the bottom of the staircase and was outside, I saw that the Asian woman was right, and that I was in the early 1900s.  I decided to walk towards the Texas A&M Campus, still being right where I left.

In walking to the campus, I could no longer help but actively think about how this was a dream.  There's a difference between knowing something is a dream and actively thinking about it.

In thinking I was having a dream, I felt myself start to wake up.  I fought it as I ran towards the A&M campus, but my way was blocked by some diagonal metal rods, and I heard a female voice talking to a companion she was walking down the street, how no one could make it through the rods.  I made up my mind to try, and I shimmied my way from the land of dreams into the realm of consciousness.

There were other little bits, but I couldn't remember them quite as much.  They were each parts of scenes I could remember more vividly, and wrote about above.  Mostly I cut them out so I could get it all down before I forgot, and to preserve something resembling cohesiveness.