Exploring My Apartment

Dream of the Week: Exploring My Apartment

I’ve been on a hiatus from posting my Dream of the Week for a bit, as I’ve been adjusting and readjusting to this new, “temporary normal,” as I like to call it. Like everyone, I’ve been experiencing the ups and downs of shelter-in-place, civic unrest, and the political climate of the day. I’m finally (sort of) getting into a more typical groove, working toward posting on a weekly cadence here again. As always, lots of tips and tricks are on Instagram.

Wishing you all good health and safety during this wild time.

I suddenly feel myself sitting up in bed, having successfully transitioned into a realistic dream state and already lucid. ⚡️

It takes some effort to move, so I try to calm my excitement to remain in the dream. It’s morning, and I’m in my bed, but the scene is blurry and still forming. I’m thrilled by the idea of exploring this place, I can see that it looks like the real thing. I slowly get out of bed, as the world begins to stabilize.

Filled with a surge of curiosity, I quickly dash into the bathroom, the first room next to the bedroom. To my surprise and delight, it’s incredibly realistic, a faithful remake of the real thing. I see my regular reflection in the medicine cabinet above the sink. I open and close it quickly, surprised to see that my reflection is now completely gone from the mirror. Eager to continue my exploration, I walk down the long hallway of my apartment, reaching my office at the end of the hall. The door is closed, which is unusual. I pause with anticipation for a moment, wondering what I might find when I open the door.

A smile flashes across my face as I enter the room, seeing that it looks exactly the same as the waking version. The office glows with soft morning light, highlighting the numerous plants around the room and the artwork on the wall. The exactness of it all makes me so happy. The Google Home Mini on my desk turns on, saying something that I can’t remember. It didn’t seem particularly significant, and I concluded that I’d likely forget anyway.

I think about how much I love looking up in lucid dreams, and lift my head up, astonished by what I see. My office ceiling now resembles an expansive glass atrium where a giant gray face is looking down on me, watching me from above. The face is so massive that only one of its eyes is visible to me. My jaw drops with wonder, deeply curious about who is watching me.

I wake up.