Murky the Undine

The non-lucid dream was set indoors, in a loft all made of wood (well-sanded, unvarnished, lightwood). It felt like a famliar dream location.

It was a dark, rainy night. I remember thinking that a stream of polluted water that had leaked in, had become a tall grimy undine who I owed something to, or seemed to think that I owed, and so I left the house and wandered the streets. Except I couldn't have, because I also remember lying down to sleep in the loft and that's why I dreamed of wandering the streets. Or, lying down to sleep in the loft and that's why I dreamed of meeting the polluted undine in the loft, which I wandered the streets to flee from.

In any case, I went to sleep in a dream, and dreamed a lucid dream. I met up with a guide of sorts, who resembled Gigi Darcy from The Lizzle Bennet Diaries, except for looking a little older, taller, curvier, with redder clothes, and had dark brown wavy hair and actually didn't look much like the person I mentioned at all.

While we wandered some utopian park in the sunshine, she pointed out my uncle in plate armor, and I asked if he was human. Apparently, he'd gotten thinking and inheritance skills from elves. I remember being aware that this was a dream, because everything seemed to have a sheen to it, as if it were trying to be real. I've seen that before, too, in a fever dream.

That's when I woke up, and into the first scene of the dream again. I put on a dark violet peasant top dress, and got ready to be married. By now, I had lost all lucidity.

At some point, I watched myself dressed like a bee and singing and dancing.

Sibling, who I have strong feelings of animosity and estrangement both consciously and subconsciously, snuck up on me in this dream, covered my eyes and giggled, "Guess who??"

Feeling just a little annoyed that the extended family "allowed" this to happen, I told Sibling that we are so past fighting like that, and, nonsensically and non-lucidly added that "It's only for the extended family's sake that I don't stab you somewhere fatal, and set you on fire." That last part seemed somehow connected to the sludge undine I encountered earlier.

Somehow, Sibling ended up braiding my hair while I gave my jellybeans to a trick-or-treater who gave me a package.