false awakening

I'm in the backseat of a car. My dad is driving, his mom in the passenger seat, my brother in the seat to my right. We drive for about 5 or 6 hours and the roads are annoyingly windy and I mention I wished we were on a highway, and then a minute later after the most winding part of road yet, there is a highway, nice and straight. Only second later we arrive at our destination, what ever that is, I don't even remember where we were going. We park right in the middle of town, no parking space, just parked right in the middle of everything, but when we get out our parking place seemed natural and out of the way enough. There are tables set up everywhere with people selling things, mostly handmade jewelry that actually looked pretty interesting and seemed pretty cheap, or I felt they were cheap, I never saw a price tag or heard mention of a price, chances are they weren't just cheap, they were free, but with a perception filter on that fact. I notice a face among the locals, Dakota Fanning, but much younger then she is currently and I'm vaguely aware of this fact, that this 7 year old Dakota Fanning is an impossibility. After looking at some of the tables and jewelry I find myself inside one of the shops, but it's not a shop on the inside and it's much bigger then it could have been. It seems like a party,a finely catered party with many good looking and tasting sweets and good music. We're eating the food and the other are swaying almost dancing to the music. As I eat I refrain from dancing but feeling the urge, my natural introversion winning out over that urge. As I sway ever so slightly to the music there is a colorful shadow of myself that dances and sways more than I actually do. I see the others start to sync more with there colorful shadows as I talk to a woman who does not have this effect and she definitely seems like a local to me, and not only does she not have a colorful shadow it seems like she's under saturated herself. She says to me “better be careful”. (I'm no longer with the group I showed up with, now its various friends I remember showing up with). I say I know what I'm doing and do a good job of projecting that perception though in reality I don't. She's convinced though; seeing me enjoy the food but somehow not dancing and says “not you, the others”. I look and they are syncing even more with there colorful shadows. I at some point come face to face with Dakota and look directly at her and she's looking at me and I ask with suspicion “what kind of monster are you?”. She turns away and walks deeper into the building, I follow her. I see her interacting with a large monster of some sort, it's about 8 feet tall, her mouth unhinges and swallows him whole head first. From what I gather later in lost details of the dream what she swallows is not eaten or dead but in stasis until she summons them back to be her servant or do some task for her. More details are lost for much of the dream, I suddenly way up. I'm paralyzed in bed with a dark shadowy and shapeless figure on top of me and she's creating a sort of windy turbulence and I'm quite scared at first but I calm myself, it's likely just a hallucination during sleep paralysis. I peek out of mostly closed eyes and look at the figure, it almost seems like it's not trying to harm me at all, but scare me... scare me awake? I wake up,truly awake now and not a false awakening, I start going over the details of the dream to write in my dream journal.

The dream starts as I'm in my room and I'm playing on a console connected to my TV. On the console I'm playing slender which apparently in my dream had been adapted for console. I think "this game isn't so scarey, I wont be scared that easily" not even more than a few second into the game just thinking about the possibility of being scared sets off my paranoia as has happened plenty of times in waking life when alone and in a dimly lit room. I turn off the game, the room is suddenly darker for the TV being off.

I have a false awakening and I'm in bed,I reach for my dimmer switch that I keep in my bed and hold in the button trying to brighten the lights. Of course it doesn't work. The switch is acting up, so I keep at it and eventually get it bright enough that I am satisfied with the brightness enough to get off the bed to turn on the main ceiling lights.

I get up and within the dream I hallucinate a man hanging upside down from the ceiling facing away from me. He's in black and white and seems to be sort of folded in on himself. To skinny even his head, and his shoulders are close together, his arms go into his waist from wrist down and doesn't have any visible hands. I'm having a hard time moving around at this point but I figure if I move I can break the hallucination, but as this was actually a dream it didn't break. I wasn't in a hypnogogic state as I believed in the dream. I bat at the man with my right hand and it goes through his head. He seems to flicker as if a horror movie effect from the Ring or something.

I walk past him and try to turn another light on. Again the light is acting up and I don't seem to notice that I'm in a different room then I was a second ago, then I am back where I was and try for the light I was originally going for. It too is acting up, but after a few flicking of the switch it finally turns on, but a bit dimmer than it should be.

I head for the stairs and find myself at the top not noticing within the dream the chronological gaps or being out of place suddenly from where I was. I hear something and as this point am pretty scared. I turn around and hear someone coming in through the backdoor in the basement. I turn around and look down the steps, they are shorter then they were before I went to go up them as they are in waking life. I bend my knees reading to pounce down the steps the moment I see the intruder and take them out, being confident at the time that the adrenaline would give me enough strength even if it was a larger man or two men about my size.

It's neither though and I don't have to pounce. It's my mom and a friend of hers I've never seen. My mom is in semi-Gothic makeup and clothing and her friend is in an outfit made of pleather. I'm relieved that it's not an intruder that I'd have to fight. I think I recall my mom saying something like what would you have done if it actually had been a intruder larger then myself. I replied saying that I think I would have been able to take them do to the adrenaline pumping through me at the moment.

I also think that later I should call the government and inform them an the hallucinations I was having, just having been evaluated since I have been applying for disability and not having any mention of the kind of hallucination I believed to be experiencing to the doctor who evaluated me.

I hop downstairs and we move to the other side of the basement. Never actually having moved through the door going to the other side of the basement I find myself there with them. It's no longer the basement and there is a fourth person with us. A very large muscular man. There is no instruction in any sense. He wasn't there and then he was,again not noticing the chronological gaps, talking to him as if he had been introduced earlier.

I hop where I'm going rather then walk, I hop very far on one stride and gravities effect on me seem to be less do to the adrenaline I believed to be pumping through me and this seems to make perfect sense at the time.

My mom and her friend make there way to a table the big guy ether falling behind or no longer existing in the dream since I stopped thinking about him. I make my way to a somewhat older looking elf with a monocle in a lawn chair. I see his deathly sick wife laying down a little bit away from where most of this was happening. I can't discern whether she is human or elf but it never occurred to me to wonder that in the dream anyway.

I seem to have vague memories of him and pose a question "what if a man could go back in time?". I ask this believing that it was in his power to travel with us in time, to save his wife. Although I don't believe that to be my true motive for trying to provoke him. He instantly reacts negatively, but then he seems to dualisticly hold a bit of a gollum-esk argument with himself without me having to throw much into the conversation. I notice that he has some small fangs as he speaks.

Likely my motivation for trying to provoke the fellow with the monocle into time travel was my belief that somehow I could attempt to attain immortality if I did travel in time with him.