#517 - DILD - 2:30AM I have an anxiety nightmare early in the night about rats. I do a mini WBTB and fall asleep with my intention set. My last thought was about my LD goal. That same dream repeats itself, but this time there is no anxiety because I recognize it almost immediately and become lucid. I turn away from the rats scene and turn down a hallway in some way better version of my house. Everything is brightly light. Because I am always amused how realistic my shouting is, I yell out, "Hey! Hey! HEEEEYYYY!" I suspect all this shouting will conjure up a DC. I turn into a door way into a bedroom. I see my wife is scantily clad. I notice no bra under her thin shirt. I say something to her, I don't recall. All I remember is that she has a really strange reply. She gives me a high-five and attempts some strange secret handshake I lose track of it. Instead of getting caught up in it I remind myself by telling her that this is a dream, "I am dreaming. This is a lucid dream." She smiles. I then tap her once on each boob and say, "I'll be right back." I turn to a window in the room and phase outside. I recall my goal, inspired by TWD, to ride a tiger. I wonder around my neighborhood. Again, enjoying the sound and feel of dream shouting, I call out for a tiger. After a moment a large, dog-sized version of my childhood pet cat appears. The orange tabby reminds me of the cat I once named Tigger. I take a brief second to appreciate this memory, but this isn't quite what I want. I turn away down the street and try to remember the name of the tiger from TWD. The closest I get is Shebra, but I now know that what I meant was Shiva. It's OK my dream tiger can be Shebra if I want. After some walking and shouting for Shebra, I find her sitting and waiting. She's about the size of my Great Pyrenees but that doesn't stop me from trying to ride her. I get on her back and wrap my hands around her neck. She stands and carries down the street. Though see feels like she has gotten quite a bit bigger is really just feels like I am hugging my own dog. I am a little disappointed. I see some kids playing with an young woman, maybe still in her teens. I notice her shirt has an 80's design and reads, 'LOVECRAFT'. I ride away as I gradually wake up. It's probably meaningless coincidence, but I found this after googling 'lovecraft tiger' Little Tiger Little Tiger, burning bright With a subtle Blakeish light, Tell what visions have their home In those eyes of flame and chrome! Children vex thee - thoughtless, gay - Holding when thou wouldst away: What dark lore is that which thou, Spitting, mixest with thy meow?