Hello to all that come and read this. :-)

I had a lucid dream this week that has been haunting me. When it began I was lucid at the onset of the dream. I started to see colors of purple light flowing and morphing in front of me and then they turned to a blue. As I witnessed this dance of morphing light I asked myself am I actually dreaming or is something wrong with my eyes. I tried to open them and couldn't. Then I realized I am on the threshold of dreaming. Then for a quit moment I fell into the dream.

I woke up i the dream to witness a world I had seen before in my dreams. The landscape was bare with dead trees. I could see some building they were dark and partially consumed in darkness. The sky was darkened with thick black clouds where in some areas the darkness touched the ground. I looked around and remembered being there before and knowing I was in a dream state but also had the knowledge of knowing this was a real world.

In this dark windy scene I saw scattered groups of people pushing up beacons of light. I knew our world, my waking world is in real trouble and knew the darkness was soon to cross over to everyones waking life. It was like this world was real. I looked at my hands and part of my body down at my feet at the ground and saw grids of light running through the ground and my feet. I remembered these grids of light and knew I had traveled on them when I was younger and knew some how in my heart someone needed to know this world was real. I said nothing in the dream and felt lucid. I then heard my husband calling me and thought, "darn he is breaking my lucid dream that I just started to experience."

I woke up to see him looking down at me really concerned and he asked if I was okay. I said yes why did you wake me up I was having a cool lucid dream. He said I was talking in my sleep in prose stating where I was, what I was seeing and that I was who once was, who is now and who will be. We all are the same. He said I spoke of a grid and that he needs to open himself up to learn more. He then said I proceeded to speak in a language that he didn't understand and then he woke me up.

My questions are has anyone ever had this happen to them while they were having a lucid dream? Could this have been a lucid dream? When I was in the lucid state I was really looking at all the details so I could draw it when I wake and thought that too. I remember it well. I heard my husband's voice call me to wake me up while I was in my dream. So I know I was lucid. But to know I spoke verbally out in my dream is nuts! I was not aware of doing that at all! I also felt this dream is what is to come. Something terrible I fear is brewing something big, bigger than we know. What gave me hope in the dream was that there were other people there that knew the place was real and were putting up the beacons of light to ward of the darkness.

Such a strange thing to occur. I only believe my husband about me talking during my lucid dream because he was able record a little bit of what I spoke. It scared me to hear myself speak and not know I did it and with ending in talking in another weird language.

Any comments or idea will be so appreciated.

:-)