This morning, I dreamt that I had a lucid dream. This is one of the shortest dreams I have ever had – though I think there was a lot more before this part. I just can’t remember it all clearly, for once.
In this dream within a dream, I was participating in some kind of art contest. Each contestant was given a concept/theme which they had to make six pieces based around. These pieces would be situated on a black cube, one to a side, in chalk. And we only had five minutes to complete each piece. I forget what the theme was for the contest, but I was going with simple geometric shapes.
However, for some reason I couldn’t make any progress in my pieces, no matter how simple they were. And that’s when I realized: I wasn’t actually in the contest. I’d never made it there. When I’d gone to grab my art supplies, I’d grabbed a container with a toxic chemical in it.
I wasn’t actually in the contest, because this container had broken, and the chemical had knocked me out. While I was dreaming of losing this contest, in the real world I was convulsing and choking on my own vomit. I was completely aware of this in my dream, but couldn’t do anything about it.
And that’s when I woke up. And as I awoke, I heard a woman singing to me. I only caught a snippet of what she was singing to me, but it was a haunting melody, and moving lyrics: “I want to help you see how long you’ve been trapped inside of me.”