Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.
These dreams are a couple days old Under Water I was in someone elses apartment. I tried to leave through the garage, but when I opened the door that led from the house to the garage, I heard an evil moan. I turned and ran the other way. I ended up in a room with an angled floor. (I wonder what that represents). Somehow, I was supposed to be underwater, but I wasn't...though all around me were huge aquariums. The only one I really saw was for penguins. I was concerned about being underwater even though I could breathe. Eventually, someone who worked at the aquarium opened a door from between two of the aquariums. Seeing my chance to escape, someone else yelled, "Fire!" and I ran out. I was then in Florida in a neighborhood where every house had a boat on a lift, and every street looked the same, with sandy, shell-littered road. That's all I remember. A Nothing Lucid I entered a dream lucid, but I was thinking I was awake, or maybe lucid. I tried to manifest a woman, but I couldn't because I thought I was too awake. In hindsight, I realized I was lucid. I have concluded in waking life that by the time you do an RC, you already know you are lucid. In contrast, I realize that THIS is why you should do an RC. Oh well. Later, not lucid, I saw a lady standing a couple feet away in a silk neglige. She scratched herself with her pinky. I thought it must have been very soft.