It had been a long time since I last had a lucid dream, let alone one that I could control. Back in primary school, my days (or nights) were deluged with such remote adventures and fantasies, that sleeping became but a different life beginning. However, yesterday, I had a dream, similar in style, which repeated in two episodes. It wasn't a dream I could control (To do so one would first have to know that one is in a dream), but nevertheless, the amount of details I could capture was overwhelming. It it was thrilling too...
I was on a school trip to a castle. Let us assume Hogwarts Castle. It was not one of those grey and dull stone castles depicted in shows, where knights in rusty armour trudge around. It was one with florid decorations; the floor was extensively carpetted and chandeliers dangled from the ceiling. But it was not an abandoned castle. It was private property, and there were anachronistic security guards and information counter, sort of the type of setting one will expect in a shopping mall.
We followed the leader, in one large group to make our way through the castle, although split into cliques within. As in a typical field trip through a one-way trail at the botanic gardens, some were faster while others were slower. I happened to be with one group, which did not put too much effort into keeping sight of the rest, and we reached a T junction, walls faced with medieval portraits. They took the right turn, and I followed behind. Within sight was a door with striking resemblance to one of those wide and massive auditorium doors at school with the huge longitudinal handle. There was a hint in the way the door was designed that told me it was an emergency exit, not to be used unnecessarily.
I shouted for them not to open the door, but it was too late. They pushed the door open, and in an instant, retreated, for a loud wailing siren echoed through the corridors of the castle. They ran to the left prong of the T junction, not before pulling me along. We were greeted by stairs, followed by a typical wooden door with a rectangular window often associated with staff rooms. We entered a small, yet spacious room made from marble, our every footstep reverberating loudly. Further ahead were similar stairs made from marble and another wooden door that led out of the room.
Just as we were halfway across the room, both doors from either side exploded open, with police officers accompanied by special forces, counterstrike character lookalikes; many of them wore gas masks and held tactical shields. "Don't move!" they shouted. "We noticed someone open the emergency exit."
Thereafter, we were held in detainment in this royal-looking chamber which was as usual, surrounded by portraits. The floor was fully carpetted too, with intricate designs. I was scared, because guns were everywhere. And guns means death. I was worried that the slightest movement might make the policecshoot. Then, while the police were having their break, someone from the group stood up and told us that everyone was too make a run later when the police returned, or he will shoot whoever does not. That sounded ludicrous, but he clarified that it was because he was going to shoot the wooden door ahead, so everyone has to get out of the way.
I was in a dilemma, the police were likely to shoot should they see us running away. When it happened, all of us ran for the back door. What happened next was unclear.
The next thing the entered the scene was me lying on the ground, with the police applying some excruciating ointment on my back, although I do not remember myself getting injured at all. Then, more forces suddenly burst through the door and told us to keep our bodies down and shake our heads and wrists ridiculously if we did not want to be shot.
The adventure more or less ended here.
'Round two' was in a similar setting, but now we got information that there were terrorists roaming about in the castle. We rushed towards the security post to make a police report, but they retorted, "Then why did you come to us? We are not the police." We asked them where we could find the police and they told us that they were sunbathing at the poolside on the first floor. Our next challenge would be to get to the first floor without being shot first. The idea of 'sides' and 'teams' seem to have faded away in this castle. Friendly fire was going to be a likely occurrence, thus we had to be very careful. I can't remember anything beyond the security post.
That's about all of my adventure in the castle. Later I somehow dreamt that a couple of year 5 drama club members joined orchestra, but I never saw their faces because they were away at a camp.
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