Lucid Dream#1: 12/20/2016 (FILD)
by, 01-11-2017 at 04:43 PM (110 Views)
While drifting off to sleep after doing the FILD technique, I suddenly became aware of being enveloped by a purple-white haze in my bedroom. I tried to move, but sensed the grip of SP and immediately relaxed, bracing myself for lucidity. The purple haze cleared, and I had a crystal-clear view of my darkened bedroom. I immediately sat up in my bed, did an RC (pinched nose), and discovered I could breathe perfectly through it. Play time!
I got out of bed and flew up like a rocket through my ceiling and out the roof and into the night. I didn't have a plan (something I need to work on), and wound up inside an old, dilapidated warehouse with a DC who was in the image of my brother. He didn't seem to know we were lucid. I told my brother to look at his hands: We're dreaming! I looked at mine and saw I had an ectrodactyly-like disfigurement in both hands, and my nails were black. I rubbed them together to increase the vividness of the scene. I instructed my DC brother to go through the walls and columns in the warehouse with me. He followed me around as we diffused like two ghosts through the concrete walls, back and forth, round and round, in and out. We then flew up together, through the roof of the warehouse and into the night, he by my side. He never spoke to me. We saw another building down below and flew inside through its walls and into a chamber where there was a blue, translucent pool of water. I told my brother to follow me into the pool and I'd show him how we could breathe underwater. We both flew into the pool and went all the way to the bottom, where we sat down, breathing perfectly, and examined the floor of the pool.
When we were done with the pool, I temporarily lost control of the LD and we translocated to another warehouse that was being invaded by insectoid-like zombie figures. They wore gray pants, had black, rectangular heads with white glowing eyes and they slowly advanced toward us with outstretched arms. I imaged myself in a FPS, like Resident Evil, and yelled to my brother, "Let's start taking these fuckers out!" Crossbows manifested in our hands and we began shooting them down. But instead of bolts, the crossbows fired beams of light. I was on a staircase, halfway up, shooting down at them. My brother was beneath me, on the first floor near the base of the stairs, firing at them from his point. I got up close to examine one of the dead zombies that had fallen on the stairs, and saw he was trying to reanimate. I shot him again, at point blank range. He stopped moving. When I looked up, my brother was gone.
In this LD I saw myself as a disembodied ghost (as in basically all my LDs), looking in and "spying" on people who seem to be in WL. After the warehouse zombie shoot'em fest, I decided to lurk among the living and haunt them. I flew out into the night, amidst the downtown suburban city skyscrapers. People were out on the street with their Christmas shopping bags, and there was snow on the ground, with parents holding hands with their children, bundled up and wearing scarfs. It was a cold night. I flew over them and observed the people. Eventually I came to a tall penthouse building with huge glass windows that went up maybe twenty or thirty floors. I flew up midway and saw a young woman sitting with her back to the glass talking to some people inside her apartment. She was attractive and had a long, braided chestnut-colored ponytail and a slender frame. I decided to enter her apartment and observe her and her family more closely. But when I tried this I bounced off the glass. I tried again and failed. After several failed attempts, I became frustrated and kicked her window, making the snow on the outer ledge puff up in a burst. At that moment, she looked over her shoulder, as though she had heard a strange noise or disturbance behind her. After looking out the window with puzzlement and seeing nothing, she turned back around and resumed her conversation. I noticed my fingerprints with pieces of snow and slush were left on the glass.
I flew back into the night, somewhat dismayed that I was not as "omnipotent" in an LD as I thought. I wondered with trepidation if this was going to be the norm: not being able to pass through things anymore. I left the metropolis area and flew into a suburb. There I descended into a neighborhood I recognized from my childhood in Hollywood, Florida. It was late at night and all was quiet. The streetlights shone in the darkness and all the houses were dark. I approached the homes from the back, descending over the backyards, flying lower and lower. I targeted a house and wondered if I'd be able to penetrate the wall. To my relief, I entered through the back wall and stood in the dark kitchen. The occupants were presumably sleeping in their bedrooms. I thought to myself, "They have just been invaded by an astral ghost!" I looked around the silent house, exploring the kitchen and saw there were boxes everywhere and miscellaneous stuff stacked up on tables, as though they were moving or had just moved. I decided to make my way to the bedroom to see who lived here. But before I could, all the boxes on the tables began to blur and shake and move up and down, as though in an earthquake. I heard, "Daddy" and now noticed the bed my physical body was on was moving. Still in the dream house, I realized my seven year-old son had just jumped on the bed to wake me up so I can make him breakfast. Damn, I thought. I returned to my physical body and my conscious mind resumed full control of the wheel. I sat up and hugged and kissed my boy.