Singularity125

This is my first good, long lucid dream in a while, and it was awesome! So, this is gonna be a long retelling. You've been warned.

My dream recall picks up at my old high school. I am in the auditorium, with a teacher and another student. I don't remember this bit very clearly, but I think the teacher is my college professor, K. and the other student is Silver. I remember being afraid to leave the auditorium because K specifically wanted us to stay behind, and had something to talk to us about. Nonetheless, I slip through the auditorium door, promising to come back. I have a Brita filter in my hand at that time, and it's implied I'm going to fill it up real quick and come back.

Out in the hallway, I start pouring the water that's in the filter all over the floor. In my head I envision a chase scene, and I feel like this will help, somehow. Not just in making them slip and fall, but it was supposed to do something else, like turn into smoke. This part is another fuzzy bit. At some point while I'm doing and thinking all this, I realize the absurdity of what's going on, and realize that I'm dreaming. At this point I head back down the hall towards the cafeteria. I don't know where the filter disappeared to, but I don't have it anymore, nor do I care.

I end up passing through the empty cafeteria and heading outside, where, like so many prior lucid dreams, I get sucked into practicing flying. Why this draws me in so much is a mystery... in any case, only moments later my vision gets all fuzzy and it's hard to see much of anything. Over the next 5 minutes, I try to restore my vision, while still trying to fly and slowly making my way around to the front of the school. I don't have a ton of techniques at my disposal for this dream... I keep trying to blink to get my sight back, even as I worry that it would wake me up. Thankfully it doesn't, but it isn't doing anything productive either.

As I round the corner, I come up with a new idea. I try removing my glasses, which has no effect. Putting them back on doesn't either. But at this point I take them back off and mimic cleaning the dust off of them, even though at this point my dream clarity is so bad that it doesn't actually feel like I'm holding anything. Amazingly, this one actually works, and I can see everything again. A lot of work for what some of you can fix in just a couple seconds! Ah, well, I'm learning.

At this point I'm out in front of the school again, and see a college friend, A. I feel like showing off to him that this is a dream, and I try to fly in front of him. What I'd accomplished for flying so far in this dream amounted to hovering, or maybe short glides, but I don't even manage this much. I jump extra high, but that's about it. He comes up to me and says, "Hey, are you actively trying to fly? This isn't a lucid dream." At which point he becomes the antagonist of the dream.

I'm laying on the ground when he says this for some reason, and for a split-second, I feel the effects. A small bit of doubt creeps in, and for a moment I'm paralyzed, and can't move. But then I somehow recover, and get up, and start trying to logically prove that this is a dream. I tell him that I've graduated, among other things. At some point he's wearing a football helmet and asking me why I have one in my hand, as if this would somehow prove it's reality. I retort that this must be a dream because I didn't have the thing 5 minutes ago (really, I didn't have it until he asked about it). Eventually I realize logic isn't going to work, so I kind of tackle him, yelling, "I KNOW this is a dream! Stop trying to trick me!"

A small bit of memory is lost here, but A. certainly gives up on trying to convince me I'm not dreaming... instead he tries to convince me that I don't deserve this lucid dream, or something along those lines. To which I succinctly say, "Screw you! I deserve every goddamn lucid dream that I get!" And at this point I roll away from him. I don't feel angry anymore... I feel triumphant, like it was incredibly important that I make my opinion known, and now that I have I'm satisfied. I have no regrets for shouting at him either, because at this point I know he's not real. Unfortunately, while trying to contemplate what to do next, I wake up.

09/29/2010

Riding the Wind (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was really the end of a longer dream that I can't quite remember. What I can tell you is that the rest of the dream was rather disjointed, and involved random things happening. The last non-lucid part that I remember involved a bunch of broken glass all over the room (from some rowdy guest or something? There were a bunch of nameless faces here, I think). I had to grab my little brother Jared and carry him out of there. Only thing was, he looked nothing like my actual brother. My little brother's also almost my size, both in the dream and in real life. Don't ask how I carried him, I don't know.

The part where my recall really picks up is right after this part. We're in one of our old houses that we moved out of a couple years back. Only me and my dad are here for some reason. He gestures towards, I believe, the kitchen and says "The purple is over there." Usually it takes something more absurd than that to make me wonder, but he was treating purple like it was an object. Anyways, I'm naturally curious now, and pick on him a bit for it. ("'The purple is over there...' Now how is that gonna help me Dad? Seriously? Purple?") I don't remember his response. Still curious, I hop up into the air, and float slowly down. This is the only reality check I need, and I become lucid. Satisfied, I walk out of the house to try the thing that always comes to mind when I'm lucid without a plan -- flying. I step out and try a few smaller jumps, like off our porch, with limited success.

Here, though, I pause a moment to take in the scenery. The trees, the path and all, look beautiful. For just a moment, I slip into a bit of fuller awareness. The dream looks every bit as vivid as daily life, if not more, and I truly feel like I'm there. I savor this a bit longer before running off to try flying some more.

I'm lucid enough to realize the path isn't right here --it splits into two before reaching the road again, when it's really just a driveway. There were probably other inconsistancies, there always are, but I didn't pick up on them this time. I cross the road by our house, and on the other side there's a veritable cliff, which I jump off of without a second thought. Now I start gliding, with varying success. I glide level for a bit, then start to drop faster, which eases up as I get closer to the ground. Here I'm wavering, sometimes falling a bit, sometimes staying level, and sometimes actually rising a bit. All while I'm gliding forward at a respectable speed. (I don't get the full effect of the wind on my skin, but I get some, and I consider this a success. It's certainly better than I normally manage.) As I start dipping towards the ground, approaching an ocean, my vision fades to black. It briefly comes back again when I land in the ocean. I turn around to see that I'm at the shore, and could climb up the beach, but the dream fades again before I can do much else.