Posted on: Oct-26th-2009, 04:57:07 AM |
Level of Lucidity (1-10): 10 | Dream Signs: heightened details, nudity, hands, flying, | Mood: Relaxed
It's been a long time since I've posted. But it's also been a long time since I've had such lucid fun.
The initial signs that tell me I'm dreaming are subtle. It's more a feeling, or an intense awareness of a tile pattern, or something my hands are resting on. At first I'm not quite sure, and I look around for a confirmation. Out of place nudity usually clues me in. Which is funny, because it was Parents Weekend at my daughter's college last week, and as my wife and I were registering, thirty or forty naked students jogged by. (It turns out it was a tradition to streak the parents.) I heard something and turned and this line of naked men came towards me. They passed and continued on, circling the chairs and couches of the student lounge before exiting out to the quad. Following the men were the women. We weren't shocked, just shaken out of our thoughts because it's not a sight you usually see -- all those boobs and butts and etceteras. It's lucky I didn't take this as a dream sign and try and fly.
But that was real. Last night in my dream.. I notice something odd about my hand as it rests on a wall. It just seems so VIVID. I realize I must be dreaming and I look around. I am at a stadium, on the edge looking down to a field about two or three stories below. I am standing, and next to me is a woman sitting with her legs dangling over the edge. I don't know her, but I reach for her and she is naked. Now I know I'm dreaming. On impulse I decide to dive over the edge to the field. My decent feels like falling, but I hit the ground softly, like it's a mattress.
I stand and try to fly. It's difficult. I don't get much height and I even have to flap my arms to get anywhere. Why can't flying be easy? Other people are flying, too. I manage to make it to a high branch of a tree, and I notice it has hand holds pressed into the branch. How odd. There is a roof overhead, so I decide to pass through it. At first I bump my head, just as you would expect. But on the second try the ceiling seems more rubbery. I try several more times and at last push through as I rise. I'm not actually going through the ceiling, but through a perfect hole to the floor above. The hole is lined with what appears to be patterned tiles, and I stop to look very closely at the pattern and try to memorize it.
I find myself on a stool in someone's basement game room. My mother is trying to talk to me, but I can't move or communicate. I think I must be sleepwalking and am still asleep. I can't decide if I'm still dreaming or caught in that in-between waking and sleeping world. I look around. Someone is laying on the rug, watching television. She is naked. I know then that I'm still dreaming.
That's when I wake. It was a fun dream, and I spent more time flying and exploring than my description implies. And how odd it was to not know whether I was conscious in the dream world or unconscious in the waking.
I like the flying, the moving through solid ceilings and walls, the easy sex with whomever I please, the exploring of the dream world. But I think I'm going to try something tougher, if I can. I think I'm going to try and summon a dragon next time. That should be interesting.
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