Shoshoni

This was a very short dreamI was standing in the Lovingroom of the P's apartment. in the kitchen was a coke can floating in the air. I walked up to it and grabbed it. I thought I must be dreaming. So, if I am lucid, I should be able to control what I do. I flew down the Hall into Mrs. P's bedroom. mrs. P was in her bed and her daughter was sitting on the hospital bed on the opposite side of the room talking to her. I asked her if she wanted to learn how to fly. I told her to take my hand and I think she would be able to fly too. she took my hand and we flew down the hallway into the kitchen.

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This was the first lucid dream that I consciously was able to control what I did

I got a phone call from a friend who was across the bay. He asked me to bring him a large metal cylinder that he had forgotten to take when he left. He told me he needed it right away. I looked where he told me to and found it. It was quite heavy. I wondered how I was going to be able to carry it and still be able to keep my balance. Then I noticed it was attached to what looked like a harness. I managed to get it on my back and all strapped in. I still was not sure if I could manage such a heavy load, but decided to give it a try. I pushed off the dock and began to fly over the shallow water. Because the cylinder was secured on my back and not shifting it's weight, I was able to handle the extra weight. I do not know what is in the tank, but I assume it is some kind of fuel for his fishing boat. I took off across the bay to where my friend was waiting. When I got there he asked me to stay for a while. He had some friends coming over and he would be grilling. I agreed to stay. I got comfortable on the dock. (There is not much I remember in this part of the dream., but he is only there part of the time. He keeps going elsewhere to be with his other friends then returns. At one point we all get together and eat.) While we were all sitting around my friend's cabin after the meal, a man comes up and tells my friend that he was only authorized two fishing passes and there were a lot more people using it. I told the man that only two people had been fishing, the rest were just friends that were visiting. The man left, but I then had a very uncomfortable feeling come over me. I noticed how everyone else was acting jittery and nervous. I felt that I had unknowingly been involved in something illegal and it had nothing to do with fishing passes. The last of the food had been put away and my friend left with his other friends, leaving me alone in the cabin. I wondered what was in the tank I brought over. I looked around and found the tank. When I lifted it, I was surprised to discover that it was now very light. Whatever had been in it was no longer there. I unscrewed the lid and looked inside. Empty. Then I took my finger and ran it on the inside of the container. A white residue remained on my finger. I smelled it, but couldn't smell anything. Then I touched my finger to my tongue to taste it. It had a slightly sweat taste, but it was nothing familiar. Suddenly I realized what I had done. I had no idea what was in that container. Why would I taste it! I thought of the old detective shows where they always tasted the white powder to see if it was cocaine. But I had no idea what cocaine taste like, so what sense did that make. I put the lid back on the container and put it back where I found it. Then I headed into the kitchen. I heard my friend returning and I grabbed the broom and began to sweep the floor. That is all I remember.

A man had been after me for a long time since he discovered that I could fry. To avoid his detection, I moved far away to a small village in another country. I limited my flying to night time, when it would be less likely to be detected. That evening, I saw him in town, but he had not noticed me. I thought that if I layed low, he would not notice me and would soon leave the area in search of me elsewhere. I would not fly again until I was sure he was long gone. I slipped past the man, who was preoccupied talking to some locals. I took the stairs on the side of the large Inn. They led to a large porch on the back side of the Inn about three stories up. This would be a great place to hang out. Very few people came back here in the evenings. There were several hammocks that hung along the length of this grand porch, which the guests could use. I got into one of the hammocks and made myself comfortable. A little while later, I heard some girls approaching. I wrapped the hammock around me and turned my face toward the building, hoping I would go unnoticed. But, no luck! One of the girls came up to me and shouted excitedly to the other two "La Mujer Mariposa!" My nemesis had really gotten smart this time. He took the myths and beliefs of the villagers and used it to his advantage. Now everyone in the village would be looking for "La Mujer Mariposa". The girl's shouting had gotten the attention of others and I could hear them running up the stairs. I had no choice but to fly away or I would be captured. I sprang from the hammock and leaped off the porch, flying into the night. The three girls watched in delight. I knew this was only a temporary solution, which would probably lead to my capture. Now that they had witnessed my flight, the whole village would be searching for me. I found a building under construction and landed there in the shadows. Soon I could see people everywhere in search of me. The flashlights were moving in all directions. That is all I remember.