Out of the Briar Patch

25.02.2011

The Extraordinary Outdoors (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in an unfamiliar building, though I've been here before in dreams. It's sort of like a school, of sorts, and it's located in a remote locale up in the mountains. Inside I find myself in a well-lit hallway. The lighting of this place is always a strong white glow, almost like natural sunlight. There are some troublemaker characters here, and they're talking about their reckless lifestyle. I caution them to take life a bit more seriously (though not too seriously). Not certain that I got through to them, I decide to take off for the exit.

I step outside to a forested mountainscape view of unsurpassable beauty. I know I'm dreaming, there is no need for a reality check. I hear some rustling in the foliage nearby and wonder if it's a bear. Not seeing anything I continue along a dirt path through the trees leading away from the academy's main entrance. I consider making a portal (after all, there are things my waking self would like me to do while lucid), but am too caught up in the beauty of this dreamscape to seriously entertain leaving. I've never become lucid here before, and I just want to soak it all up.

I walk further down the path and catch glimpses through the trees of vast valleys and majestic mountains off in the distance. The air up here is so pure, so crisp, so fresh! The sunlight is so clean, so bright and warm! This is definitely a place I need to come to more often. I feel the energy of it. It's vibrating all around me, washing through me, becoming a part of me.

I look at the ground beneath me. The twigs, leaves, specs of dirt and tiny rocks--the detail here quite possibly surpasses that of waking reality. I take a look at my hands--a red flag goes off that this experience is about to end--and instead of stabilizing I decide to just observe. I look at the lines, the shadows, the overall texture. It's incredible. I've had detailed lucids before, but this is just mindblowing.

Reality starts to fade--to dissipate, really. I am sad to see it end, but know that it is time to wake. I slowly reenter consensual reality and find that, indeed, that the hour is getting late.