spiderspirit

So I thought i should post this since i can still remember vividly every step of a dream that occured about 4 years ago..

To set the scenario, I had just come back from my college gym class (meditation&yoga) & decided to take a quick mid-day nap. I put on some miles davis & lit an incense, then sat yoga style in my bed & started attempting to meditate. After a few minutes i slowly started drifting off into my dream in which i was surrounded by the strong smell of gasoline in an underground parking garage composed of all white marble, and marble beams supporting the low--hanging ceiling. I started looking around only to nitice men dressed in jumpsuits walking around with gas hoses engulfing the floor with gasoline. I then looked next to me & noticed my cousin Nate (who is generally a very balanced & calm minded person) standing to my left. I aknowledged Nate and told him that we should probably move on to a different room since it wasnt safe to stay near the gasoline. Nate agreed so we started walking out of the room into a long narrow hallway (still all white marble) until Nate stopped & told me that I had left something behind. I proceeded to turn around & found that what I had left behind were my ciggarettes. I then bent down to pick them up and lifted them to my nose only to smell the strong aroma of gasoline of the drenched pack of smokes (i think this was my first sign of lucidity).
Next I dropped the cigarettes and continued down the long hallway until we reached a gigantic open room resembling a majestic mall food court. However, this was no ordinary food court, it was again, all white marble, everything in white (even the tables with umberellas). I stood there with Nate looking around until I saw someone sitting down at one of the fairly distant tables. The alarming thing was that he was dressed in all Black! I looked over at Nate & said, "I think that's Kevin Hamilton, he used to sell me weed back in highschool, I havent speoken to him in years.." I then asked Nate, "Why do you think Kevin Hamilton is in my dream??, do you think I should go talk to him??". Nate answered, no Jon, I think we should continue on.
Throughout the rest of the dream, Nate acted as my dream guide answering questions of why i was dreaming certain things & so forth until finally I ended back at the room now almost 6 inches filled with gasoline..
I then sat on the floor and began slapping my hands against the ground simulating the exact beats the the drummer of the miles davis was playing in the background (i am a drummer in real life) & was overwhelmed and excited that I was able to replicate every single beat on point. After a little while doing this, i told my self it was time to wake up out of this dream.
The next thing to happen was that I opened my eyes only to realize that my eyes where the only part of my body that i could move!! I then started looking around & noticing that everything in my room looked exactly the same except there was a broken mirror glued to the ceiling directly above my bed, and when i looked to the right (keep in mind, only with my eyes) i saw a trickle of smoke coming up from the ground...
I felt somewhat alarmed bc I still couldnt move and didnt know why there was a broken mirror above my and smoke to my right, so I began trying to move my body.
Slowly but surely I started to wiggle my toes, then wiggle my fingers, and then like a wave of energy i woke up again!!!! Only this time there was no broken mirror or smoke, but i still could not move..I started wiggling my toes and fingers again and eventually was able to move & get out of bed..........

not sure if any of you have had a similar experience, but would greatly appreciae any feedback on symbolism or anything you have interpreted from this humbling experience...
Thanks!
Jon