Growling

This is an interesting lucid that happened about 40 minutes or so after first falling asleep. These are very unusual for me! Also had a much more nightmarish start than most of my lucids. Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #247: Happier! I am standing by my pool, which looks distressingly green and nasty. While I am stressing out about how this happened, a large snake comes slithering out of the pool toward me. "Whoa, are you kidding me?" I shout, running a few feet away toward a stone wall that is about eight feet high. I scramble up to the top before the snake can get me. I notice that this felt easier than it should have, and I become lucid. I let go of the wall and float away, my feet rotating gently upward until I am lying on my back, looking up at the sky. I am in some kind of miniature canyon, and the green water is now just a calm pond rather than my pool. I fly down toward the only exit, which seems to lead into a cave. The cave interior is well-lit but feels sinister. The walls are stained red as if they are covered with blood and strange growls echo off of the walls. Further down the slope I see dim, hulking figures shambling through the fog. I think that they look like zombies. I remember that I want to summon <PERSON> but I want to wait until the environment becomes more pleasant. I walk further down the slope and a huge, crazed-looking man with a black beard charges at me, his hands outstretched for my throat. That is not real, I think, and I feel only a dull impact as he passes through me. Out loud, I say to <PERSON>, "I know you are here with me. I will call you in soon." (I still do not want to call her in while the dream's still going all horror show on me.) Another crazed figure charges me, decayed flesh hanging off of his face. <PERSON>! Why is this dream trying to be so scary? I turn away, knownig that he will pass right through me, and he does. I emerge from the cave into a large tiled room that looks like an industrial kitchen. About a dozen or so zombies are in here, rising up from the floor, shambling forward, and then collapsing with a sigh into a heap of bones. Then the cycle begins again. It is gruesome to look at and I really want to fix it. I decide that the zombies and I are all going to sing together! I come up with some song where the chorus goes, "Happier! Happier! Happier!!" I belt it out with all I have got, and the zombies join in with me. Each cycle they look more and more normal, until after about 30-40 seconds, all of the zombies are now blond guys wearing shades, suits, and sporting 80s looking haircuts. I keep singing with these guys for a while, really enjoying the turnaround of this dream. I realize that I should think about other goals, and as I am making my way into the next room, the dream thins out and fades.