ever have those dreams that just.. piss you off?
It's been awhile since I had the type of lucid dreaming that I prefer - where I control all factors, inside and out, even the ability to wake up and fall back into the same dream. Generally I have the partially lucid dreams, the ones where I control my ability to ascertain it's a dream and change specific portions, but no matter what I try, I can't wake myself up, nor can I change the outcome of the dream. Last night was one of those in partial lucidity.
I apparently lived in a hotel. Or at least some sort of giant mansion. I was standing in an empty room - it was virtually empty, at least. There was a small end table and a couple of stuffed arm chairs. I was with people I knew, but I couldn't figure out how - it was only after I woke up that I started recognizing faces and putting two and two together, but even then, despite that I know who they were, I don't remember who was who specifically in the dream. It was like a bad Nancy Drew mystery, truly.
Anyway, I caught the flash of a premonition and rounded the corner to see a delivery man step out of the back door, step off to the right, and through the crack in the door, a flash of metal as he was stabbed. I shrieked and bolted for the nearest phone, found the lines dead, and ran back for the empty room I'd been in. Everyone who had been there was gone; the hotel seemed deserted. I picked up the handset - it was a rotary dial - and called 911; the operator responding seemed very nonchalant, as if I were calling about a shoplifter instead of someone getting stabbed to death outside. I hung up and hunkered down beneath the lip of the window, waiting to hear sirens. They never came.
I turned to someone else in the room (though I don't know when or how they arrived) and asked them if the operator was in on it. They smiled. I don't even remember this person's gender in the dream, but it almost felt like my mom. I had a feeling that I was the only person alive inside the hotel, and the only people outside were ... bad. Very bad. I started pacing from room to room, feeling like I was being watched; and every window was bare - it had no curtain or blind anywhere in the whole building. I kept getting the glimmer of a face as he followed me around, and I kept checking phone lines. I finally ended up back in the empty room, staring out the window, and just as I woke up I heard the door behind me open and knew he - the killer from outside - was inside with me. I didn't look, I just cried.
I apparently lived in a hotel. Or at least some sort of giant mansion. I was standing in an empty room - it was virtually empty, at least. There was a small end table and a couple of stuffed arm chairs. I was with people I knew, but I couldn't figure out how - it was only after I woke up that I started recognizing faces and putting two and two together, but even then, despite that I know who they were, I don't remember who was who specifically in the dream. It was like a bad Nancy Drew mystery, truly.
Anyway, I caught the flash of a premonition and rounded the corner to see a delivery man step out of the back door, step off to the right, and through the crack in the door, a flash of metal as he was stabbed. I shrieked and bolted for the nearest phone, found the lines dead, and ran back for the empty room I'd been in. Everyone who had been there was gone; the hotel seemed deserted. I picked up the handset - it was a rotary dial - and called 911; the operator responding seemed very nonchalant, as if I were calling about a shoplifter instead of someone getting stabbed to death outside. I hung up and hunkered down beneath the lip of the window, waiting to hear sirens. They never came.
I turned to someone else in the room (though I don't know when or how they arrived) and asked them if the operator was in on it. They smiled. I don't even remember this person's gender in the dream, but it almost felt like my mom. I had a feeling that I was the only person alive inside the hotel, and the only people outside were ... bad. Very bad. I started pacing from room to room, feeling like I was being watched; and every window was bare - it had no curtain or blind anywhere in the whole building. I kept getting the glimmer of a face as he followed me around, and I kept checking phone lines. I finally ended up back in the empty room, staring out the window, and just as I woke up I heard the door behind me open and knew he - the killer from outside - was inside with me. I didn't look, I just cried.