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Lost in a big house

It often starts as a visit to a somewhat familiar house with several rooms, and sometimes several entrances. Sometimes it becomes a building with multiple condo units of varying floor plans. In the building a stairway leads to an upper floor where there is a long dark hallway with doors, supposedly rooms on either side of the hallway. One room has its door opened and across the room  opposite the door is another stairway, a circular one,  The stairway  goes up several more flights and ends at a closed door. I knock on the door and it creaks open. There is a shadowy figure deep inside the dimly lit room. I become suddenly frightened, believing this to be the horrid, evil witch of my nightmares. I bolt from the room to descend the stairway and get out of that place, but suddenly chunks of the stairway disappear and I have to leap from landing to landing.  I remember nothing after the leaping!

Got to go

I still can’t figure out the dreams where I go from one toilet facility to another, sometimes from one building to another in search of an acceptable  ‘head,” but there is something wrong with each one. Sometimes the toilet becomes a sink. Sometimes the privacy of the facility is suddenly compromised or it becomes so small that I cannot maneuver in the stall. I wake from these dreams in a panic, amazed that I have not wet my bed! Of course I make a beeline for the washroom!

Beeping alarm

Last night I had another dream wherein I was being driven frantic by the incessant, repetitive beep, beep, beeping of an alarm clock. I went from clock to clock in my dream, pushing on any button that normally makes the beeping stop. I even went to other people’s rooms and attacked their alarm clocks!  In one dream a taunting teenager got in my face laughing and mocking me,  saying “beep, beep’ beep” in an irritating falsetto. I nearly strangled her! I don’t know why my dreaming self can’t figure out that my real life alarm clock is the culprit!

Gently Falling

Once in a while when I am dreaming, I seem to be vaguely conscious that I AM dreaming. On these rare occasions I seem to be able to “direct” my dream a bit. For instance, usually when I have “falling” dreams, I wake up with a start—because we all know that when you get to ground level in a fall, things are bound to hurt—and I like to avoid seeing my own catastrophe. But one night I decided to “will” myself to continue falling to see what would happen in the dream. What happened next was quite surprising. My “falling” became “floating.” I heard tinkly fairy music as my descent slowed. I looked above me and in the scenario noticed that I was drifting into a ravine topped by a forest. The “tinkly” music continued and I was “caught” before I reached the bottom—by a lion standing on its hind legs! The lion was not ferocious or scary, but, instead, very protective. I felt good when I woke up--very glad I hadn't killed myself in my sleep!

Lost in a big building

Sometimes I am in huge buildings with multiple stairways and corridors—a school? A mall?  A castle? I race around trying to find specific rooms. But there is no logic to the positioning of the rooms. There is a huge ballroom on the upper floor, but to get into it each person must enter through a secret doorway that is extremely small, to the point of having to fold up one’s body to fit through the tiny opening. Once through the hole, the room is large, like a showroom with a balcony. To leave that room, one must climb the ladder of a spiral slide and slide out through another hole in the floor. At the bottom of the slide is a completely different building. In these dreams I usually remember suddenly that I became separated from companions or from children for whom I was “responsible.” These dreams often close in a great deal of angst as I fret about how to reconnect with my companions. The visual images in these dreams are really engaging!

Crossing a chasm

I find myself up high, looking over a vista of canyons in the distance with valleys below. I need to get across a chasm and the only way across is a narrow arched metallic bridge with no railings. Walking it as a tightrope walker might is out of the question for me since heights and vistas affect my balance making me very unsteady on my feet. So I start across on my butt straddling the narrow span inching my way along over the deep canyon on my rear end. The dream ends before I get all the way across. When I woke up I thought, "Why didn't I just fly?"