lucid

My dream last night was lucid. I was in a house, about mid-Renaissance Era, and sitting by a fire. It was about December, I think--around the holidays.

All I could really think about was wanting a really good book to read and an unfamiliar male walks up to me.

He smiles slightly and hands me a book that I look over. After that, he disappears.

I open the book and there's a hole in its center. In the hole is a diamond ring and a necklace with an inset sapphire blended with emeralds.
When I look up to see if the man's still there I open my eyes into the waking world.

What do you people think it could mean?

My dream began with me talking to one of my friends at my High School. I wasn't sure why I was there aside from the fact that I had a band competition that day.
Skipping over mostly talking, said friend and I are running and get seperated. I run up a set of spiral stairs, someone close behind me, and reach the top. There is a mahoghany door there with a picture (about a 3X4 inch) of a raven.
I run through that door and find a man there. I don't know him but I, at the same time, know he is vital to trying to stay away from the person chasing me.
The entire time I want to turn around and look at the person but I can't, for some reason. It was when I was going up the stairs that I realized I was dreaming.
The man I ran into takes me down a different set of stairs and I see earleir said friend. Well, I hide in the bathroom because the person chasing me found me and I'm hiding when the person starts singing Past the Point of No Return {Phantom of the Opera}. The person--a male--grabs me and jerks me around but, just before I see his face, I wake up.
What do you think this dream means? I have an idea but I'd like someone else's take on it.

The dream started out with me in a large room. hanging from the ceiling was a gorgeous, silver chandelier. The walls were a deep black and the carpet a plush red, the color of blood.

I get up, looking into a mirror, and walk into my bathroom taking care to dress and cleanse myself properly.

Finally, the dream picks up.

I'm walking down the hall with a tray filled with scones, tea, and a variety of other English dishes before a door opens and I'm tumbling to the floor.

*This is when I realize I am dreaming*

As the door closes, it reveals a man with silver eyes and white-gold hair.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-Yes."

The man helped me to my feet, looking at me worriedly before calling for another maid. She took me into another room and changed me into this amazing, breath-takingly beautiful dress.

It was golden, shining like the sun only a darker gold. A layer covered it like mist and it was embedded with jewl-like diamonds.

Three inch heels were on my feet, silver against the gold, and a golden tiara was placed atop my pinned hair.

The maid--Kristine--took me back to the Master of the house.

He smiled and took my hand, kissing it.

"You look beautiful," he murmured. "May I have a dance?"

I took a step back, slightly appauled by his abruptness, and shook my head, holding my hand to my chest.

"I...I can't," I whispered. "I don't...I can't dance."

"Then allow me to teach you."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him before I could speak and lef me easily through the steps as if he had a thousand times before.

Music played and we were spinning around the room and he spun me to were his arms were around me and my back was against his chest.

He looked at me and I at him before he kissed me.

I froze and he pulled away smiling.

The dream crumbled then, the piercing sound of my alarm clock waking me.

I'm sitting on my bed in my room and I'm around twenty years old. It's quite and I realize I'm dreaming.

My mind wanders and I want my boyfriend to be with me. *My boyfriend lives seven states (about) away*

Suddenly, he's there, standing before me and he holds out his hand to me. I smile and stand, hugging him.

Then he says something that startles me.

"We're in a dream, right?" he whispered. "This isn't real, is it?"

I blinked and took a step back, wondering if the guy in front of me said that because of what I was thinking or if our dreams had somehow crossed.

After of moment of blessed silence I step into his arms, hugging him before touching his cheek with my hand. his arms wrapped around me and I sighed, pulling away.

"This is just a dream," I said sadly. "You're not real, you're just what I made you."

I focused on making him go away and tried every technique I could imagine to get away from him but, when I opened my eyes, he was still there.

When I tried again he kissed me and told me he loved me. Suddenly I heard my sister waking me up for school.

That's where the dream ended.