I’m still ... perplexed by the fact that I was booted off or out of my dream last night.
The narrative I can remember was that it was of the utmost importance to procure palm tree decorations. Everyone (I don’t recall who I was with) settled on getting a bunch of paper to make one to stick to a wall, and I was annoyed because I made the sensible ‘just buy an inflatable one’ suggestion.
So we head out- and it’s suddenly the dead of night in front of my grandma’s house. But Operation Palm Tree is a must. We were all heading to a very big truck parked in the gravel driveway. Some of the group was in the truck, and the others were turning and running back to the house.
... SOMETHING, I don’t know what, it was like a moving ink blot, was shambling towards us, and it got me down (this all happened a lot faster than my descriptions would insinuate). The “living” ink blot had me on the ground, bit into my neck,
I mean, I’ve been attacked in dreams before. Of course I have. This, however, was the first time in my recollection that I was forced out of my dream. I didn’t wake myself up, I didn’t try to ‘reset’ anything (that’s a nifty lucidity trick- dream getting too scary? Switch to Director mode!)... Just... That shambling, flickering ink blot being slammed me down and chomped down on my neck and then POOF awake. o_O
I got back to sleep and... I dunno, something about hiding in air ducts and setting the most ridiculously stupid booby traps (a band of duct tape stretched across the bottom of a doorway, so if someone hit it just right, they *might* trip?)