A Rickman’s Kiss

I’m standing in what appears to be a very large, but nearly empty old warehouse. To my left is a dark-haired woman, wearing a baggy top and jeans. She is standing at a large opening in the wall that is shaped like a garage door-sized entrance. I see her in profile in the sunshine; she is looking out at something beyond the immediate surroundings of grass and trees. 

Then I’m no longer looking to my left, but directly ahead. British actor Alan Rickman is standing very close to me; we are literally face to face. We are discussing something when he purposely bumps his chin against mine. I’m briefly startled by this behaviour, but say nothing as he continues to talk to me. I begin to examine his features. On closer inspection, I see that he doesn’t really look like the Alan Rickman I would recognize.

I then look past him, a bit to my right to the far side of the dark warehouse, and for no reason that I can fathom, I just know that this is a dream.

“I’m dreaming,” I say, as I turn my face back to ‘Alan,’ “I’m—”

“—lucid!” he says, finishing my sentence with a bright smile. Then he quickly kisses me on the lips and walks off in the direction of the large entrance.

Instantly I begin to run, then jump up and fly toward the far wall. I call out, “I’m lucid! I’m finally lucid!” I want to penetrate through the solid wall and get outside. In the nanosecond before I reach the wall, I wonder if I will succeed in passing through the material. If not, will I feel embarrassed if ‘Alan’ sees me bounce or crash? But I toss that limiting thought from my mind and know I’ll fly through easily.

I soar through the wall effortlessly, the material even becoming transparent as I pass through. It is night time on this side of the ware house.I fly, enjoying my flight in the moonless sky as I swoop and circle over grassy hills and a small dark town – I note there are not many lights below me.

Within a moment or two I false awaken and try to write down this dream. As I reach for my pen, I feel so happy to have finally gotten lucid after about a six-week lucid dream drought. I’m also amused that a version of “Alan Rickman” seems in a way to have been helping me to achieve lucidity – the chin-bump being a little hint. But I have difficultly with a sticky substance like gum that is on my night stand, and also on the top of my pen. After a few tries at pulling it off, and thinking how odd it is, I realize I’ve false awakened and am still dreaming. With that realization though, I gently pop awake ‘for real.’