I was in a building with red walls, standing on a metal staircase, and there was water gushing in from somewhere below. I ascended the stairs until I came to a door. When I went through it, I found myself on a fire escape about five or six storeys above the ground, which was covered in brown, rushing water. The town around me was flooded as far as the eye could see.
I jumped from the balconey to the roof of a builing about 30 feet away and it was at this point that I realized I was dreaming. The dream changed then and I found myself on a gravel road somewhere out in the country. I could see dark forest behind me and a single mid-sized mountain ahead of me. I started running towards the mountain but the sun began to set and it was getting dark. I knew I was in a dream so I attempted some dream control; I pointed at the sun and drew a line with my figure towards the center of the sky. The sun followed the path of my finger and it was noon again, as I seemed to have moved time backwards. This is only the second time I have ever been successful at trying to control something in my dreams, and like the first experience, it involved moving the flow of time backwards.
I contined towards the mountain and saw that there were several houses at the base and on the slope. Some of the houses looked abandoned while others looked brand new. The first house that I went up to was dilapatated and when I pushed open the door I could see huge cobwebs all throughout the inside. I went to the next house and there where lights on, but no one answered the door. I passed several other houses until I came to a little grey one where I could hear the voices of a man and a woman on the inside, yet they fell silent and did not answer the door when I knocked. I remember thinking that if anyone answered the door that I would try to use my dream control to rape and kill them for fun, but just at this moment an alarm clock went off in real life and woke me up.
I find it funny that I could move the sun with my dream control, but did not think about forcing the door down at the little grey house.
I am not a violent person and I am surprised and somewhat disgusted at myself for thinking it would be fun to hurt someone, even in my dream. I think the disturbing violent desires in the dream stem from the leftover helpless feelings I have from being sexually abused as a child. I know the rape and murder are wrong (and I absolutely abhor the thought of them in real life) but knowing that it was "just a dream" and that I had control over my environment must have gotten to my head.
I think I craved such power because I wanted to FEEL powerful myself, something that has rarely happened in my life.
LEGEND:
BLUE indicates side notes and personal thoughts written after the fact
BLACK indicates a normal dream
RED indicates a lucid dream