h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Last night I had a dream. This was more vivid, more realistic than most dreams but like all of mine, it had special effects and dramatic cutting. But then that is me, dramatist.

It started off in a very high security version of my school. It was more like a prison than a school to be honest. I was walking with all my friends from my life, what ever their age now (or then). We were all around 15 or 16. We were being *friends*, being there for each other, laughing and joking in that innane way that only 15 year olds can do.

Joe was there, Danniele, Andrew(all three or four of them), Richard(s), Peter(all of them), Paul, Nick(s) and many more. Bizarrely Sam (my imaginary friend and alter ego I had from the age of 7 'til 9 after I moved) was there as well. He was the guy I took my confirmation name from at 12 as a way of closing that chapter.

Then we lost track of our way through the school and turned into a back corridor (which doesn't exist in the real school) that was sinister almost. It had laser and PIR detectors that scanned up and down. The chatter slowly stopped as we walked and realised just how evil where we were was.

One of the PIRs made an almost successful scan and we began running, trying to find a way out. Then, suddenly, we broke a sensor's field of vision and all manner of klaxons, alarms, red beacons and tracers came on. Needlessly to say we ran, almost all my friends ran one way whilst myself and Dannielle ran and found ourselves in a deadend passage surrounded by a chil breeze and dark corners. Nowhere to turn we huddled on the floor together and said our prayers. Two looming security guards caught us together and we were separated. I never saw any of these people again.

I was put into service of the school, cleaning the rooms, making the dinners. I made the tea, pushed the paper, photocopied. I was a dogbody. When I wasn't doing that, late at night or in my off periods, I was made to listen to classes in repressing thought, classes in being a model citizen. We were lectured and harmonised and made to be of orwellian freethought as we listened. That is where, in the dream, I met Sam. Sam sparked in me the ability to be different and after talking to each other for a while we were becoming good, very good friends, best of friends in the cold, inhuman world we were part of.

After a long time of this we made a break for it and found ourselves on our school bus. Someone else was there with us as we talked and laughed on the way home. We lost track of time and eventually realised we were approaching his house. We three got off together and walked to his front door. We entered, took off our shoes and Sam and I sat down together (together as a couple) and talked, played computer games and messed around with this other friend, good friend, of both of us (I couldn't see his face)

That is when I woke up.

I once had a dream kind of like that. I found myself in a corridor of my school that didn't exist in my school with friends from my school I had never met. The dream was a dream that actually built off of the scenario I had in a recurring sequence of dreams I had about five years ago. The corridor was a staircase, a long starcase, and blue, looking much like a staircase my school actually has.

But it led to places that didn't exist.

The bottom landing led to a (non-existent) entrance room to my school, which looked like the entrance to a hotel and had lots of pillars, a receptionist, and a fireplace.

The second landing led to a (non-existant, again) giant room decorated in royal red with very-unsteep steps leading across a bottomless put over to a platform where the music teacher was. Also included to make the room that much more scray feling was one of those giant organs with all the pipes.

The third landing led to a hallway that was only partially-nonexistant. It was very long, seemingly endless. There is a hallway like that in real life at my school, just not endless (of course).

The fourth led to outside, but not on top of the school. Rather, it was on top of a hill, with a large bird's nest. Every day, I would go up the hill to get into the staircase. Where all the adventures happened.

Problem is, I don't remember anything about the adventures, except for vague scenes of the staircase and the hallway. The dream was in third-person but followed me around. Very, very odd.

After puting all this into detail I fear I'll dream in that setting again tonight .

Hello,
I know a little bit about dream interpretation- I've heard of dreams about staircases representing going up or down levels of consciousness, Cheese. Do you guys dream in colour? I always have but apparently most people don't. I get that sort of complex, cinematic dream a lot, as I've got older they've got longer and more traumatic. I often find it very hard to distinguish the dream from reality for a long time after I've woken up. Sometimes I can control the dream and take it through different levels- e.g. thinking I've made myself wake up but eventually realising I've just dreamt that,over and over again. Once I had sleep paralysis- I knew I was in my bed awake but I couldn't move. I could open one of my eyelids a little and see out of it, but I couldn't move my eyeball. I was terrified, I kept trying to make myself wake up, and I'd think that I'd got up or gone to the window and shouted for help, then I'd realise I'd just fallen asleep for a minute and dreamt it. When it finally stopped I realised I'd been there for three hours.

I have had those... the dream I had was in colour, the lasers were red, the corridors were blue/white with some yellow but all drabbed down.

My dream was in color - sort of. In a washed-up grainy blue tint. It all seemed blue.