A's Night Lives

WBTB

DILD: It was winter. I found a very small puppy shivering in the snow. I picked it up and carried it with me. I came to my friends place and looked at the pup to make sure it was still alive. It was. But it had changed from brown to black and white. I looked away and looked back. The pup had turned purplish/red. I must be dreaming. To prove I was I made it my intent to float up the stairs before me instead of walking up. I instantly floated to the top of the stairs. I went into the house, put the puppy on the floor and then stood quietly, thinking.

I knew that this would be a very short, probably boring spurt of lucidity. I lifted into the air and let the dream pull at me. I spun wildly, twisting and turning in all directions. It felt as if I would be ripped apart but I didn't care. I had never been ripped apart while lucid and was curious what it would feel like. I felt myself slipping out of the dream.

I forced myself to stop spinning. I had to prolong the dream just a little longer. An entirely disgusting prolonging method I'd read on this site yesterday, popped into my head. I decided to give it a go. As I positioned myself I found the dream stabilized. I proceeded to use the technique and it did, to my surprise, work. However, I soon peaked. At the same moment I woke up.