Maybe I'm Dreaming

Long time no see, DV. With the IOSDP being dead and all, I've decided to post some DJs and hopefully get back into the swing of things. DV and lucid dreaming has helped me through rough times in my life, and I want to see what I can do.

I was going to note some of my goals for LDing here, but it's gettting late and the site was mean and logged me out when I was typing and didn't save anything.

LD: I am in a house that is somehow more bland and uninviting than a high school, with drab white walls. I already know I'm dreaming, but flicker the switch to make sure (which in hindsight wasn't the best idea). I walk outside, only to find lines of houses exactly similar to it. The sky is a dull gray. It's a perfect representation of boredom.

I decide to poke around a bit. Behind a fence, a pack of dogs appears that have always been the chasers in my dreams. I've suffered excruciating physical pain on their account., This time, however, I quickly fly away, leaving them confused on the ground.

At some point, when I stop flying, I land inside of a bathroom. I take a quick glance in the mirror. I seem to be dressed normally, inn a green tshirt and shorts as I always am in my dreams. I try to use the computer next to the sink, but it's running MS-DOS and constantly asking me for security questions. Everything blurs a little.

When I come to, I have the feeling that I'm being chased. I can't quite make out what it is. it seems to be purple, somewhat amorphous. There's a brick wall in front of me. I look up at the sky, and instinctively run up the wall. I wake up.

I start out in a pantry at my house, which is stuffed with abnormally large quantities of apple juice. I hold out my hand and try TK, just for fun.

(+5)They move. I try again, and unlike most dreams, it's perfectly natural and easy (+4). This can't be real. I rush outside. When I open the door, my eyes only open halfway, so I rub my hands together and scream "Clarity now!" in a thin and reedy voice(+2). My eyes spring open. Outside, the only light was from a truck with its headlights on, and I couldn't see my hands to RC. I run over to it and check my hands. It looks normal. It took three tries to see that the mole on my left hand was slightly smaller and bisecting my life line (+1). I decide to explore a bit, and all of a sudden a scene from the last dream flits across my mind. The street breaks into a huge halfpipe filled with rushing seawater. I could see the clear blue sky above it, and a river of sand in front. (+10????) I jump on the river of sand and end up on a street corner, where I see a man beating a giraffe. I switch to third person and pull a capsule out of my pocket, sealing the giraffe in it, then I used the capsule on the DC and the giraffe sprung out and ate him. (+2)

I wake up at 6:30, wishing my mental alarm clock would reset itself once in a while.