I'm standing in a small bowling alley. It's darker than it should be, and there are only a few people around me. I know them all, friends and ex-coworkers. The bowling alley is closed for the public, but open to us. I realise that I'm at a wedding party, and that they have booked the bowling alley for this use alone, though nothing has started up yet. I have been to this bowling alley before, in a dream a few months ago, but right now I just know it feels familiar. There aren't any staff members around and I realise we are waiting on more guests to arrive, I've probably gotten here rather early.
I head outside with my cousin (R), we figure we have time to kill. We get on silvery chrome hoverbikes and head out across the city. It's an old metropolitan area, and I get strong New York vibes from it, lots of metal beams and suspended railways. I've been here before too, in a previous dream, though I only know that the place feels familiar.
We reach a parking lot, it's empty and wide, and surrounded by chain link fences. At one end there are red hoses, and I go over to interact with them. Gasoline starts spraying around the parking lot and after covering a lot of the surface area, I set it on fire. We watch the flames rise high and then slowly die down, leaving little trace of their existence. I knew my cousin would like this place, and he is eager to set some fires of his own. I decide to return to the bowling alley and leave him to it, leaving on the hoverbike.
I reach the bowling alley and the atmosphere inside is dire. There are a lot more people, and they all look subdued. The lights are still dimmed and no machines are turned on. The bride approaches me, she's an ex-coworker (BMac), and she looks disappointed. I realise without her having to say anything that I'm the reason nothing has started yet, they were all waiting for me to arrive. I hastily begin to explain that my cousin and I only nipped out for a few minutes, and that he would be back shortly.
As I say this I scan the crowd of people who are listening in uncomfortably. One of them looks like Aidan Gillen, only his face begins to change as I glance over. His face continues to change until realisation hits me, his face is changing into my cousins. He starts to grin at me, and I notice that his face is incredibly pale, almost as if he's covered in makeup or flour. I turn back to the bride who says 'Your cousin is over there though...' pointing to the man who changed as she says this.
I smile, because I recognise that this makes no sense. 'That's not my cousin, because this is a dream!' I state. And I start to attain lucidity. I can feel my control wavering, my perception of what's happening around me getting spotty. I remember various techniques and start slapping myself on the arms and telling myself 'I'm gaining control'. It works to a degree, and I feel like I start to stabilise. I try to look around and feel myself move twice. Am I waking up? Is my lucidity just me basically daydreaming, and to move is to actually move in real life, waking myself up properly?
I slap myself in the legs and take more control of my situation, I look around and in doing so I feel like I'm sat in a chair in a dark room, sleeping. This makes me struggle to think of a way to solve this problem - can I get lucid and not wake up? I close my eyes and try to center myself. Something clicks and I feel a rush of sensation and vividity like I've never felt in a dream before. I open my eyes and I am fully lucid.
The remaining dream did not last long, and was controlled by myself, and as such I would rather not write it up as it was a bit personal.
