Adventures with Lucid Dreaming

TRIGGER WARNING>> this contains violence and death. Please be advised and read at your own risk. I had this dream last week and honestly it left me dumbfounded and got me thinking... "What just happened?". As if I was in someone's life in the past or reliving someone's memory. The moment I woke up, I stared at the ceiling for quite some time.. … I woke up somewhere deep within the snowy forest, in the body of a little girl laid down underneath a stone cold tree semi-unconscious. I'm guessing her age might be between six to nine years old. From her perspective, all we see is a blurry perspective, the ground was covered with white thick snow and bits of snowflakes delicately fall from above. I don't know how the girl looked and we can't feel how cold it is but I knew it wasn't a pleasant situation to be in. In the distance, we heard muffled heavy footsteps getting closer, each step made a faint crunching sound. Out of nowhere, a bald-headed stranger saw us lying on the ground. Once he got closer, I got a good look at his features, though I could see the panic in his eyes when he knelt down on my level. Unfortunately, even though I see his lips moving, there's no sound coming out of his mouth. Only the sound of his muffled movements and fast heartbeat. It was weird but at the same time comforting in a way. I think he's a police officer in civilian clothing, or maybe an undercover cop. His forehead folds into layers every time he raises his eyebrows. And then, he took off his red sweater and gently put it on me. He's still talking but I couldn't hear or say anything back. Maybe he's trying to reassure her. I have no idea what happened to this child, however, all I can do is watch everything unfold. What am I doing outside in the middle of nowhere? And what led this to happen? Where are my parents even?! The police officer carefully carried us, bridal style. Even we can't feel his touch and feel how much we weigh. I felt like a feather in his arms. With each breath drawn from the frosty air, a ghostly fog escaped their lips, swirling and shimmering like a delicate wisp of smoke against the pristine backdrop of falling snow. As we walked through the eerie yet silent territory of the forest, this might be the beginning of one of those horror movies or a murder case cliche but we encountered a small cabin in the middle of nowhere. Strangely, as we stood in front, in a faint volume, surprisingly I heard the police officer calling out for help to whoever’s inside. At that moment, a man walked out the door, maybe in his late 30's, and got a light moustache. The unknown stranger cautiously approached us. The stranger's heavy breaths came in shuddering gasps, each exhale releasing the weight of anxiety that had clung to her chest, the rhythm of her relief. He whispered in the wind. "Oh, my… My daughter. That's my daughter.." Then, he immediately gave us a warm embrace and even checked if she was okay physically. But I noticed he was in a bit of a hurry and grabbed the officer by the arm, anxiously pulling him inside the cabin. The officer was confused by his sudden behaviour. The father said with urgency while looking around. "We shouldn't be outside. Hurry" As we're about to head inside, another random stranger walked up beside us from the left, wearing a dark jacket and pants. Then, he pulled out a revolver and pointed it directly at the girl's father. The father’s life flashed before my eyes. A bullet went straight to his head. His blood splattered like a water balloon pop. The stranger said in a low monotone yet stern voice. "I beg to differ.." The officer stumbled backwards, still holding me in his weak arms. The stranger stood in between me ,the officer, and the little girl’s father. But then, the moment I blinked my perspective changed. The surroundings completely changed, I was facing a theatre stage and saw people panicking. Men, women, and children's horrified screams echo throughout my mind while they’re running away from something... I realized… this is a different perspective. It was the officer's point of view. My hands were wrinkled due to old age. I crouched down, hiding behind the dark grey divider. But when I peeked to see why everyone was so frightened, I saw at least 15 men approaching the stage, holding up their guns towards the panicking crowd. It created even more chaos and havoc all over the place. At the time I felt distant and surprisingly unfazed by what's happening. My heart sank when one of the gunmen spoke. "Prepare to fire” The old officer hesitated, l knew something’s not right. He slowly stood up showing himself to the gunmen. And before I could stop him, I heard their guns click. After that, I woke up and processed everything that just happened.