Lucid Dream #1- The Very Old Room

Date: 11/8/2011
Total Sleep Time: 1 1/2 hours
Time of Day: Afternoon

I was dreaming I was at a party in some academical school attire. I was sleeping just after getting home from a Neurology appointment that morning, where I had been referred to an MRI/MRA radiology clinic for Saturday to see if I had brain cancer or something else.

I hadn't slept much the previous night, maybe 3-4 hours and had awoken extremely tired and lethargic.

I was dreaming as I said that I was at a sort of academical function or social at NOVA. In the middle of the dream, my thoughts strayed somehow to how the room looked like the Western HS Auditorium, and something just clicked. I yelled "I banish the dream!" and all motion stopped. I was consciously thinking during the dream- I could stop all motion of dream characters and faceless professors around me with a thought. As the dream stopped and I stood amongst the crowd, I forced the dream to get rid of this scene. I don't HOW I did it, I just yelled "I banish the dream" and everything instantly changed.

I was in a place I remembered from a dream that I had had years ago. I had not remembered the dream upon awakening, yet I realized while lucid that I had been to this dream realm before.

The room was of worked sandstone or limestone. To the north were two ceiling high doorways that led to a small drainage hole or sump or garden. Inside the room was a dirt floor and a sense of something very old and primal.

I could feel my heartbeat as a feeling of a pounding all around me. The room was rectangular, and the right wall was bare of any markings. However, the left wall had a large doorway with a wooden lintel around it that led- I knew- to a maze. At the end of this maze lay a small chamber with a scattering of bronze and brass toys and swords and shields. I had visited and traversed that maze the last time I had dreamt this dream. I had touched those very same objects and awoken with a feeling of extreme joy.

Now however, I felt that my path was not the maze. I had finished with that area of the dream for now. I walked down one of two small staircases to a lowered area of the floor. The ground was colder here, and there was a slight rain outside. Ahead of me was a doorway I had not noticed before that led into a bright and shining light that seemed self-contained in that the light did not spill out of the doorway or the area beyond. I remember looking behind me to the garden outside, yet the rain looked torrential and I shied away, walking towards the light. I walked without hesitation towards the light, and the next thing I knew I had awoken in my bed, unbidden and alone.

The light of the setting sun shone in through the blinds on a window, and I remembered.