The Room…

I’m dreaming again.
I am aware that I am dreaming.
I am lucid.
I’m in a dark room.
A dim light from somewhere in the room flashes on and off.
I am not alone.
In the darkness I can make out five or six other people, they are naked and huddle together.
‘What’s going on I ask?’ They do not answer. I look more closely.
They are asleep?
Asleep standing up?
The light continues to flicker.
‘Why are we here? What’s going on?’ I ask.
There is no answer from the huddle of sleepers. I can’t see their faces. Their heads hang loose onto their chests or shoulders. I hear them breathing.
‘Wake up!’ No answer. ‘Come on, wake up!’ The group continue to sleep.
I don’t like this room.
I begin to get, ‘spooked.’
I announce to the group that I’m leaving.
‘Come on lets fly?’ They sleep.
I float upwards and through the dark ceiling.
The darkness turns to a cobalt blue that begins to lighten.
I am in the sky again above my ocean and it’s crashing waves.
I know that I am about to wake.
I am aware of my sleeping body.
I wake.
I am glad that I am not still in the room with the sleepers.