Morning of June 17, 2015. Wednesday.

I become somewhat lucid but not enough to where my conscious focus becomes more dominant. I am somehow in the “Hansel and Gretel” story (though there have been no associations with it that I know of for a long time) and my lucidity sort of remains dormant after this, though there is no concern over my potential fate considering the scenario.

Not much happens at all. Gretel is unknown (though may be a younger version of my wife, though her appearance shifts a few times). We end up in the witch’s oven fairly quickly with not much of a back story. (The witch is like the one from “The Wizard of Oz” from 1939 - possibly even the “same” character.) I do not seem very alarmed and somehow believe that if we go farther to the back of the oven we will not be harmed. After this, there is a shift in perception and the oven seems to be or become a long featureless brick hallway we are just suddenly walking through, seemingly for a long time (though there is an odd skewed perception that we had not gone very far from the door of the oven). The girl walks ahead on my left looking back as if wary of me or if she is not sure who I am - though I am not quite sure of the situation. This seems to go on like some sort of minor epic event and then suddenly changes into walking out into a (unfamiliar) forest somewhere.