martakartus

I was with my boyfriend in a really big building which somehow I knew was a bank. We were going down some stairs when something made me question my reality, so I looked at my hands and I saw a few more fingers than usual. I must have expressed my surprise somehow, because he asked me what was going on. I told him I was dreaming and I would try one of DV's ToTM which I had in mind: eating a moon rock. I got very excited because I would have the wings for the 8th of August, which is the day when exactly two years ago I had my first lucid dream.

At this moment I felt the dream fading away, probably because of the excitement, but I was determined not to lose this chance. When I awoke, I kept my eyes closed and concentrated on going back into the same dream. After a few seconds, I felt a strange sensation, as if my body was physically going through some kind of portal, and suddenly I was in the dream, lucid, again. I concentrated to make it look as similar to the other dream as possible and I succeeded. I then decided to go to one of the windows, which led to a terrace, and I imagined what a moon rock would look like. A white-greyish rock, the size of a tennis ball and with an uneven surface, appeared and I picked it up. I took a bite. The texture was earthy, as if it were soil (so to speak) and it was bitter in taste. I made a wry face and I put the rock down.

After a month-long dry spell, today I had a random lucid dream.

I woke up and it was dark. I held my hand out towards the nightstand and grabbed my phone. I always try and feel the LED light button to switch the screen on, but this time I felt two buttons, one at the top and one at the bottom of the phone. I became lucid right away and did a RC with my hands. At first they looked normal, but looking closely I realised I had more fingers than normal. I got up and asked for light, for it to be daytime. I walked down the corridor towards the dining room and the dream felt very realistic, but there didn't seem to be any sudden change in lighting. However, as I was getting near the dining room, I saw light coming from the outside, as if the sun had risen a short while before. I stood on the balcony for a few seconds, thinking of what to do. I decided to try and jump off the balcony, but I was a bit scared because I didn't want to hurt myself. I knew I didn't have to be scared because I was in a dream, but still, I decided to throw a table first. I held it with ease and threw it, and it fell slowly. Then I did a kind of parkour jump and my feet met the ground very gently. I got the table and shot it back up to the balcony, and then I got up there myself.

After this, I decided to go back to my bedroom and see if I could achieve any change in lighting. I have read in some occasions that drastic changes in light are rare in dreams, but I thought I'd try with my nightstand lamp. As I was reaching for the switch, I asked for light outloud, and the bedroom got lit up a bit before I touched the switch. Proud of my work, I lied down on my bed and asked for some fine guys to walk in the bedroom, but then the dream finished.

I was in my bedroom, lying on my bed, and a friend of mine was lying on my sister's bed. We were in a zombie apocalypse. There was one sitting down and leaning on the wall, but it didn't see us, so I told my friend we should rest, because we had found a safe spot. She was pointing a gun at its head and I tried to convince her not to shoot it, because the sound would only draw more zombies. She listened and we tried to rest.

During a few moments of peace I had, I thought of how frustrating it was to be in the apocalypse, because there was no way of escaping. Then, it hit me all of a sudden: "wait, but I can escape this, because this is a dream. There is no zombie apocalypse in waking life. This is just a series of recurring dreams I'm having about zombies and I can end it now". Then, I looked at my hands to do a RC. I thought I had to see more than five fingers in each hand. At first sight, I could only see five, but when I checked again I saw six or seven in my left hand and about eleven in the right hand. I got up of the bed and saw Michelle Knight (I don't know why it was her) standing there. She wasn't exactly a zombie, but looked scary. I knew I had to talk to her, she was like the embodiment of the bad feelings of the dream. As calmly as I could, I said to her: "why do we hurt each other? Why can't we just get along?" Her complexion changed at once. Suddenly, she looked calm, her skin was soft and she looked at me intently with big bright beautiful blue eyes. At the same time, all feelings of fear and frustration vanished. I walked around the room, admiring the vividness. I would say this is the most real dream I've ever had.

Then, I got out of the bedroom. There was no apocalypse anymore. I went down some escalators and, as I did, I imagined the neuronal pathways involved in lucid dreaming getting stronger the longer the dream lasted (sorry, I know this is weird ). But also, I thought (and it was a big mistake) that if the dream lasted for too long, I would forget about the details, but I didn't want to wake up yet.

Eventually, I made it to a playground. I sat down on a thin mattress to think of what to do next. I thought it'd be a good idea to make some affirmations to myself. I made two: the first one I can't remember and in the second one I asked to become lucid more often. We'll see if this last one has an effect.

Finally, someone called my attention from inside a car and the dream finished.