Strange house and prosecco

Date: 3/11/2017

By slavica

At first I was in this very weird block of flats which was only about 4 floors tall, I was on the first or second floor living in a little gloomy flat alone. I was getting dressed and ready to go out for a drink. I dressed in all black - skinny ripped jeans, spaghetti strap tank top and a smart-casual blazer with heeled boots. I got ready and was leaving 'my' apartment, it was half dark outside already, and I pressed the button to wait for the lift. I don't know why cos I hate lifts and I'm pretty scared of them, actually. Maybe this was an opportunity for me to realise something was fishy and become lucid, look at my hand and ask myself 'am I dreaming?' but I didn't think to do that. So I'm waiting for the lift (even though I'm only like, on the first floor😂) and it arrives but looks so damn rickety and dark, I get in and it makes a strange noise and jolts, then stops. I soon realise the fucker is broken so I crawl out and take the stairs. As I get outside and as I start walking around aimlessly, trying to figure out my surroundings, I soon realise I'm in Gainsborough. At this point I know where I am and start walking to Weathers pub and as I nearly reach the pub I pull out my phone again and post a status to my FB saying 'anyone out in ye olde Gainsborough tonight and want to meet me for a drink?'. I go in the pub and I sit down at the very back, alone. I look at the drinks menu and I ponder between Prosecco and Jack Daniels. I would always usually go for the Jack Daniels, but in this dream I went for Prosecco (🤷🏻‍♀️ perhaps this could have been another opportunity to think 'wait a minute' and become lucid? 🤷🏻‍♀️ unfortunately, again, I didn't).