I've been an avid lucid dreamer for about 25+ years. My dreams tend to have a cinematic quality to them, and I seldom have problem with dream recall.
It's only been the past 20 years or so that I realized I could exercise some control over my dreams.
I usually exercise dream control to remove myself from nightmares. For example, I'll fly away from a dangerous situation. Sometimes, I might hit
replay and enjoy a pleasant scene again (Brad Pitt certainly knows how to court a lady!)
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I experienced a dream that has really confounded me. I was gliding down a hallway in my house lit by ambient daylight. I
turned a non-existent corner and the hallway becomes longer, and I start gliding faster.
The walls and ceiling are neutral shades of tan and soft white. The floor is tiled and bright white, and there are small, adjoining hallways that lead
to small clusters of bedrooms. As I'm making these observations, I notice that the walls are starting to appear dingy and the tiled floor is
beginning to chip.
I am now moving at a break neck pace, and the hallway transitions to dirty, tiled spiral staircase. I realize I'm descending into a nightmare, and
literally apply the breaks. I turn around and start crawling slowly back up the stairs.
I am focused on the details of my surroundings, especially the tiled stairs. As I make my way back, each stair becomes a little cleaner and less
chipped, and the crawling becomes less streneous. Soon the stairs take on a beautiful mosiac design with a pearl sheen. I am now standing back in the
I walk a short way, and the hallway opens up into a small lobby. There is a quiet corporate feel to it. Dark, rich wood walls; an elaborately tiled
mosiac floor. I notice an open office door to one side. There is an older, white man wearing a gray suit sitting behind the desk with a polite,
curious smile looking at me.
I walk across the lobby into his spacious office. In addition to the desk, and built in bookshelves, there is a sitting area. Again, the place is
decked out in neutral beige/tan tones. There is also an overall air of neutrality. The man gets up from behind his desks, smiles and gives a courtesy
nod of acknowledgement, but doesn't say a word.
He walks over to an adjoining door, and opens it to reveal a lush green countryside with distant rolling hills. It looks almost like an old painting,
with muted shades of green and blue. In the center is a large, tall bush just outside the door. The man walks outside, picks up a pair of garden
shears, and starts trimming. As he walks behind the bush, he has suddenly grown taller, perhaps ten feet. He smiles at me then disappears behind the
bush, and on the other side emerges a different older man dressed in peasant's garb. He too is trimming the bush.
I consider walking through the doorway, because it seems so pleasant. But I decide against it, because I'm more curious as to what is going on. I
walk out of the office and back into the hallway to look for someone to answer my questions, but I'm alone and continue to walk on.
The hallway becomes more narrow and plain looking. I peek into some of the rooms lining the side, and they are plain bedrooms decorated in neutral
tones. There are a couple of young children playing in one room, but they don't appear to notice me, so I walk on.
I almost feel like I'm just checking out a home up for sale. There is a feeling of detachment, as if I'm in wandering around in limbo. Then I wake
So there you go, guys. That is my strange, albeit boring lucid dream. I can't seem to make heads or tails of it. Any thoughts?