E: Possible point of personal depression down there and dark notes. :O
I have lucid dreams about everyday, or at least every other day, so the trouble is mostly detailing everything happening :I One major point here is that when lucid dreams happen--I always wake up before my alarm clock,
no matter what time it is generally set (although a key point here is that it's usually between 6-8am, and sometimes I hear the alarm sound in the background of my dreams then I go "Ugh, why do I have to wake up now, I'm busy backflipping. :I" ...and the alarm sound is something out of Hello Kitty bells and chimes. Sometimes this leads to hilarity but I digress.)
In recent months however, they've began taking a surreal-real kind of tone. A tone always along the theme of thought.
Imagine a dormitory, one of those with long concrete halls and polished floors, added with a somewhat dilapidated feel (albeit open for tenants) and that's where I can at least track before I wake up. Add in the tone of bad lighting everywhere--the lights spaced 'just enough' that each hallway would be lit with patches of dimness in between, and the walls having doors very far apart. There are no potted plants or other decorations, just a very clear reflection with just enough opacity that you can distinguish the floor from the ceiling. I was walking (or gliding...flying? I usually fly or hover in my dreams because woo, lucid dream powers [alongside teleportation and short time travel :v]) through the halls until I spied a nearby stairwell heading downwards to the side--I was about a few floors up I guess.
Now imagine the scene as if there's a film tone covering the view, as if it was dipped a bit in algae. That was my vision as I went down the stairs. The next two floors below took on a feel as if...something like a train hallway(?) [Like that scene in Harry Potter where the Hogwarts Express passes by, or the one before that? I've never been to a train station in my life.] filled with benches and those old, stylish lanterns -- it was muchly a hallway, sans the train tracks, but with the random person sitting down on benches spaced evenly throughout until the next stairwell. I couldn't see their faces because most were hidden under the newspapers or fabulous hats British or European people wore back 20 or so years ago, and they were all under a lantern themselves. The walls were a plain white, and despite the light around me every floor I went downwards made the ceiling a lot more darker reflected by the floor, as if I every floor was more 'outside' than 'inside' in the tone and lighting. There was always a stairway down, and I never saw a glimpse of the people sitting on the benches. None of them moved.
Then came the last hallway before I woke up. The big difference was the lack of people and one other thing; there were benches, and the lanterns were now drifting suspended in the air, with the one other thing being that the middle was lined with...sinks, with square mirrors,
with two of them cutting across the hall. They were aligned down the middle, facing the walls, so I could see my reflection in the mirror, along with the dim (and 'grim') tone of the walls. I moved right from the stairwell as it seemed it ended there and (barring silly stuff I forgot), there was a grim specter of a being which drifted upon me. The silly stuff was that the 'point of view' shifted far to the right to show 5 folks...all from the different Starbound races (sans human or Novakid), represented in a realistic style...or better represented in the style of
Darkest Dungeon characters. So they were both military-like and fancy, but also darn shady (in the truest sense of shady) ._. and facing down the specter...which was between me and them, in a battle that pretty much screams 'turn-based RPG'. They were buffing each other's stats with something like a
haka, since I forgot the term in my language, and somehow it was the specter who moved out of turn and attacked me.
Cue Dementor feelings :v [/ReadTooMuchHarryPotter]
Cue years of self-doubt and otherwise challenging you in dreams, where your words are not purposely in mind, but also purposely of mind. Years of anxiety unspoken, and fears and trauma running through the language of thoughts--too fast to form into words and only glimpsed half in feelings. I should feel cold and other unhealthy feelings, but I felt pretty...normal. This also felt pretty normal since I'm used to not running from nightmares--but this didn't feel like a nightmare.
It asked me a question, while drifting an inch from my face that I could only see its shroud and wrappings. I felt as if questions were being asked, though there were no words at all: I was being questioned to the core of my being. I was questioned if I really did want to die. (context being: I'm depressed :O)
With the answer as if slipping through my lips, I said "No", and felt myself gently waking up at the same time I 'said' it--though it felt more like the word escaping my lips instead. I could say 'as if returned back to my body' but that'd be poetic, although that also feels like a good description.
...Oh, and in the split second before that, I could see in the background those 5 fellows all jumping to attack the spectre from behind. Pretty hard to tell when you've an entity blocking your face, and you only have peripheral vision of a sink mirror. I guess it ran out of AP anyway.
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