I am in what looks like the inside of a light house, but it is made of wood almost as if it is a very large model.  I refer to it mentally as a tower.  There are different levels that I reach by climbing up wooden ladders.  There are others going with me but I don’t see them.  There are Chinese military here with berets and I know their uniforms have some orange in them.  I am in the front of the group and we are going to be executed.  Oddly the military is acting nice and seem to want us comfortable. I’m a bit nervous yet not terrified about my fate.  As I climb, one level has a wooden structure above me that I have to push out of the way to make room for me and the others to climb through to this level of the tower.  I know that I can’t try to make a break for it.  These are military people and I’d never get away, and then my death would be far worse.  I get to the top level, which has plywood floors and is like a room under construction.  There is a horizontal ladder about waist high in which approximately the second half of it hangs over an open area.  I, and I assume the others after me, are to climb onto this ladder and go over the edge falling to our deaths.  I think about this, how I will get the nerve to actually go over, what it will feel like when I fall, and I assume that death will be instant as I hit the bottom.  I’m not rushed to do this.  I think to myself that they should have some medication to give people to calm them, but then I figure I’d rather have a clear mind.  Standing by the ladder is a large white man that looks like C.  He is just standing there as though he is doing his job.  I run up to push him and he does not budge, nor does he seem bothered by this.  He just continues to stand there.  There is a hallway that reminds me of the hallway in the basement on Decatur, except this is wooden as well.  I stand at the front of this hallway thinking about my situation.  I think that the only way I can get out of this would be if this is a dream.  I think about that and everything seems so real, but I still question it.  A woman of perhaps 30 with blonde wavy hair comes around the corner to the other side of the hallway.  I ask her if this is a dream.  She shakes her head affirmatively.  I then feel like it is a dream and I test by flying down the hallway and back.  Indeed I can fly, and I now know it to be a dream.  Even though none of this is real, I still feel that I need to conclude this dream.  I go to the man that looks like C. and this time I can pick him up easily.  There is now a kitchen sink in this wooden room and I put him upside down into the sink, where he becomes much smaller and I put him down the disposal.  There is another man behind me who is facing away from me so I don’t see his face.  I pick him up and turn him upside down into the sink as well.  He also shrinks and I put him down the disposal.  I don’t see any military there anymore and the place now looks clean.  I jump through a window.  There is no glass shatter; I just go through the window.  I feel myself fall and as I’m on my way down I realize that I just did this without worry thought prior to the jump.  I felt it but I knew I would be fine and I landed softly on my feet.  On the way down this tower now looked like a city tower and I land on a sidewalk.  I look at my surroundings.  I see trees, or mainly the branches of trees.  Through them a distance away up high I see a window.  I think of this as being the neighbors and sort of brush it off, but then I take note of it briefly.  The window is arched at the top and has some decor.  The bottom rectangular part of the window has 3 vertical sections.  It is an attractive window and I see a green glow through it.  I take off and fly.  I am exhilarated, both because I am lucid and also because just a few minutes ago I thought I was going to die and here I am now so totally alive.  I quickly say, “Show me what I need to see.  Show me what I need to see God!”  I fly seeing just the sky briefly and then am falling face down towards the ground with my vision going to gray.  I feel as though I am awakening and I feel the transition.  I fall slowly towards a bed with my eyes closed and I feel like I land softly into the bed and then continue to sink somewhat into it.  I have a feeling in my chest of transition between asleep and awake.  As I settle into the bed I believe I wake up, but it is a false awakening.  I am in a hotel room with Chris and it is early in the morning, perhaps 4:00 a.m.  I tell Chris that I just had the most amazing lucid dream.  I begin to tell her about it.  As I’m telling her about it I refer to the tower as a spyglass or a clock tower.  I know this isn’t quite the right terminology but I’m having trouble remembering the word lighthouse.  Eventually I do, telling her rather accurately a description of it including all the wood and the wooden structure which I had to move in order to get to the next level.  The exception to my accuracy is that I describe it as a lighthouse so that she’d get the idea that it has a spiral staircase.  Chris uses another word to describe it.  I can’t remember what and it isn’t totally accurate, but it is close enough that I know she has a good visual image.  The phone rings and it is CVS Pharmacy calling her.  This interrupts my telling of the dream and Chris talks for a minute.  I’m tired too and would like to get back to sleep.  It seems awfully early for the pharmacy to call.  She talks for a minute and then abruptly ends the call. I now hear what seems like arguing outside of our room in the hallway.  This is a big room and the bed now faces a different direction.  I think there is a large quilt on the bed.  We are now house guests staying in a guest room at M.’s house.  I realize now that she and her husband aren’t arguing.  The dogs have to go outside and M’s husband is trying to get them to go.  The door opens and M. comes in wearing pink pajamas like the ones Amanda sometimes wears, but adult sized.  There is mattress on the floor and I know there is another in the house.  A dog comes in.  It is their dog but looks like Sadie.  I hear M’s husband but he and the other dog, who I think of as looking like Jenna, don’t come into the room.  This is all keeping me awake.  I then actually do wake up and I wonder why I hadn’t written down this dream, realizing after a few moments that I had been sleeping this whole time.