A noise in real life aroused me from my non-lucid dream. I let it slip past, and proceeded to DEILD. I heard a humming sound that increased in frequency, like an old VCR. I could see through my sleep mask, and saw my room in an odd, inverted, shaking outline. I thought this coincidental, because someone posted a similar picture in a thread talking about seeing with closed eyes. I saw my fish tank, and let that solidify before hopping out of bed. I walked around a crystal clear house and looked at myself in a mirror. I looked pretty real, and reality checked. I'M NOT DREAMING?! Preposterous! I was dreaming, but one of my nostrils was plugged. My plan was to frolic in the forest with Elkoon, but as I made my way into the sun room I saw my mom. She was sick, and didn't want me going into the woods, despite the fact that I was dreaming. Not wanting the dream to turn into a stupid power struggle or chase, I went out the front door. But what would I do now?
It was deepest night. Rain was trickling down in prickling droplets, and the orange glow of the streetlights saturated the scene. Combined with the complex shadows, the street looked more like an old detective movie (often using monochrome themes). I decided to summon Mercutio instead of Elkoon, as he is more likely to appear in a suburban setting. I tried looking behind things, but couldn't find him. I traveled around until I reached the graveyard (which isn't that far from my house, actually). Could I summon him there? No, that wouldn't make sense. "I could summon him from a shrine, but not a grave," I thought to myself. The rain was pouring harder, and I was standing in a couple inches of it. I wasn't moving, and instead the scene moved backwards, propelling me forwards into darkness. I didn't want to wake up yet! I wanted to have fun!
I imagined myself riding Mercutio, and suddenly I saw it! In third person, I could see my soaked hair clinging to my body as I clung to the dragon. Easily, I righted myself back in the first person, and the rest of the scene flooded back. We didn't talk at all, but he knew what I wanted: to get out of here. I just wanted to fly, and would go wherever he would take me. The sky was rapidly brightening the farther we flew, but we were only a few feet above the ground (in a previous lucid, he revealed that he likes traveling close to ground because it is exciting). The clouds turned from black to a bright white overcast, and the rain droplets slowed from the endless barrage and into slow, individually visible liquid diamonds. The ground was a clean mirror of water, creating the effect of a topsy-turvy, horizontally symmetrical neighborhood. Mercutio then burst through the overcast sky (the clouds were way closer than I thought) at immense speed. What I saw and heard next puts most other lucid dreams I've had to shame.
We are very high up. Usually, when I'm way above ground, giant versions of stuff pop up around me (in effect, the ground scene respawns itself). But this time, it stayed high up. We were flying slowly now. Slow enough for me to absorb where I was. As I began viewing, I started humming a tune. I stopped humming, and thought the tune instead. The tune returned without effort, fully orchestrated, matching the epic feel of the scene before me.
The sky was a deep sky blue, interrupted by lavender-and-teal-tinted wisps of cloud (but only 40% cloud cover). We were flying below the behemoth-sized ones, and among their children. The sun easily shone through the thin clouds and onto the utopia below. It was a young valley of waterfalls, cragged and covered in a thick green jungle carpet. Even from afar I could see that it was not just a texture covering the cliffs, but an actual tropical forest of trees that would bend and sway with the water and wind! It's most hard to describe the geology of this place. There were at least a dozen mighty cliffs and steep hills scattered on this island. Over each summit was a foggy cloud, and under each cloud was a stream of rain, creating gorgeous distorted rainbows. The lines of color were thin and living and pale yet glowing (so hard to describe!), creating magnificent patterns. The rain is what formed the waterways of this place, which were equally colorful and fluorescent (as in, the radiant type).
I spent only five minutes in this state of euphoria before I awakened due to the sting of a newly-made bug bite.
