Screaming or howling

09.06.2010Scary Nostalgia (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Standing in the second floor of the church I grew up in, I was talking with three people I did not know. I know it was after church, because there were no kids in the classrooms. I do not remember the conversation, and it did not really matter, because all of a sudden I heard a band warming up. One of the people I was talking to told me that it was my high school band three floors down. My old church does not have three floors, and this dawned on me, but I was not lucid. Frustrating. I descended the three flights of stairs to find my high school band getting ready to play. I took the seat that I had during my senior year, and I started talking to <PERSON>, the girl who sat next to my brother and I for that year. She told me that our director had her playing two different instruments, the oboe and the clarinet. She said it frustrated her, because of the humidity in the room. I noticed the air was sticky, and she demonstrated the effect on the instrument by running her nails along the black wood of the clarinet. The black peeled away like it was wet tissue paper. Underneath was pale, unfinished wood. Then I "woke up" in the house I grew up in. <PERSON> was still in my room. The room was a mess, and I was furious. I just spent three days organizing my room after my return from college, so obviously this emotion carried over into my dream. I heard my mother call from the master bedroom across the hall. She told me that I needed to turn the fan on in my room so she could sleep. She needed the white noise. Well, I obviously was not going back to bed, so I decided to get up and go into the family room. <PERSON> followed me. The family room was just as I remember it, but it had large tree brances on the ceiling acting as rafters, and a tree trunk where our coffee table used to be. Then came a loud banging from my mother's room, the sound of a metal door opening, and Mom screaming for her life as someone burst into the house. I was so scared by the realistic scream that I woke up.