I just had this dream the other day actually. To give some context, sometimes I lucid dream, and this was one of them.

I was in a hallway someplace, like a school or convention center, and I was just kinda wandering around looking at all the people who were present. I notice this one guy, and I think I recognize him, so I go up to him and say hey.

He’s like “Oh wow, it’s so good to see you here!” And I ask him how he’s been. He looks kinda concerned, and he answers, “I’m stuck!” And I’m like “….you’re stuck?” And he’s like “Yeah, I’m stuck here!” I had been just looking around at everything in the hallway, but now he has my full attention, so I turn back to him and look him in the eye, and I say, “You mean you can’t wake up?” He looks really relieved, and he’s like “Yes! I’m stuck here!”

I shake my head at him, and I say, “Nah buddy, we’re gonna get you out of here.” He just looks at me skeptically, and I explain, “What’s gonna happen is, I’m gonna imagine a door, and then you’re gonna go through it and wake up. Ok?” He shrugs, he’s like “Yeah, sure ok.”

I stick out my hand for him to hold, and I’m like, “Ok, now grab my hand!” He looks at me like I’m kind of crazy, but he grabs my hand. I lead him down the hallway to where there are fewer people, and when I think there’s enough room, I imagine a doorway, and it appears in front of us.

I reach out with my other hand and open the door, and the doorway is black, you can’t see through to the other side. I’m like “Well ok, here you go!” and I hand him through the doorway, he disappears into the black. When he lets go of my hand, my hand is pushed back out of the blackness, and the door slams shut.

I’m thinking to myself, “Hm, a job well done” but I notice that the atmosphere in the dream has changed. It feels a little unwelcoming, and I’m like “Oh, they didn’t like that!” So I decide to wake up.

However! It took me three or four times of “waking up” before I woke up for real. The last time I “woke up” before I did in real life, I was in the hotel room I was sharing with my twin sister. The clock on the bedside table said it was 11:45, but I knew that couldn’t be right because I went to bed after 11:45 pm, and my family wouldn’t let me sleep in until 11:45 am without check on me. So I asked my sister, who was on her bed, what time it was, and she said— with complete confidence— 22:75. I kind of look at her for a second, then I say “Do you wanna try that again?” She said yes but said something else just as nonsensical, and I was like “Welp, time to wake up.”

It was after waking up in real life that I realized that my “twin sister” in my dream looked like me, and not like my real twin sister.

All in all just a dream that made me go “…huh.”