Sleepover

The dream started with some friends of mine coming over to spend the night watching movies. Five people showed up, and we put on a cheesy-looking old horror movie. Most of the time was spent talking and poking fun at the quality of the movie we were watching and eventually I felt like taking a quick walk to get some fresh air. I got up and walked out onto the porch and noticed that I wasn’t even at my own house. The overhang to the porch was almost like a patio and the grass in the yard was more like dark green leaves; instead of houses, the neighborhood was a road passing between fenced-away fields of tall grass. As I walked I felt and heard it rain, but I didn’t get a sense of where I was going. For that moment I was just moving through the rain.

When I got back home, a few of my friends were already sleeping, and the ones who weren’t asked me where I had wandered off to. Apparently I had been gone for over thirty minutes, not just one or two. The movie was over and it was getting late. The dream segued into the morning. My friends were still present and accounted for and we were still in the same house with the small patio out front. However, we were all in the backyard. I wanted for our group to explore by hopping some fences and checking out what was past a line of trees but nobody else wanted to go along with me. So I settled for just walking up to the fence and checking out as much as I could from there.

To the right of the house was a massive lot filled with tall and faded yellow grass and spindly white trees, one of which branched off so many times from its trunk that it looked almost like a blossom of bones rising out of the dead grass. This was the field I wanted to pass through, but quickly I noticed several objects showing just over the top of the swaying grass. 

Gravestones.

The yard next to us was a massive and degrading cemetery. While I felt that would only make exploring more fun, my friends disagreed and I moved on to check out the yard on the other side. To the left of the house was a small pond, filled with algae. A dream character (I want to say it was a man in a wading suit, but I can't picture him clearly) appeared and started to explain to me that the lake we saw was the only natural lake in the state. He motioned me towards the boat, telling me that it was a swamp boat designed for easy travel in shallow water. It was at this point that I realized that somebody was watching TV in the house and the sounds of what they were watching were bleeding into my dream. I got in and paddled around for a bit and as I was doing laps around the small “lake” I noticed two things; there were no fish in the water and the pond was actually cut off from the main lake by a fence. Every so often I would see a ray nonchalantly swim past the fence. What really got me, however, was that the fence was an ordinary chain-link fence. What kept the lake from flowing into the pond was some kind of clear plastic that coated the fence and extended out over the surface of the lake for a few feet. It was flexible and bulged up with the tide.

Suddenly I found myself in a stone auditorium that was lit by a glowing fungus that was dotted all over the ceiling and on a few rocks around the edges of the room. There were other people seated in there with me but I could not recognize them and my friends were nowhere to be found. There was an exit to my right but I was a bit reluctant to take it. I had no idea where I was, where this tunnel led, or what could possibly lay waiting inside. So I sat in the pale glow of the fungus and peered into the tunnel. I could not see anything but I could hear small rocks clattering. The way they sounded was like somebody rolling stones around as if they were dice; they’d quietly echo off through the tunnel for a few seconds before dying down and resuming a few moments later. They didn’t really sound like they were getting closer, either.

Soon enough I mustered the will to go into the tunnel and was cut short; the feeling of blackness surrounded me and I woke up. Afterwards, I tried using a DEILD to get back into the dream in a completely lucid state but I didn’t have any luck.