Booney

I'm in my bed, well, a bed. It feels unreal or something.
I know that it's not my bed and I start hearing things, I want to turn around, make myself comfortable but I can't.
My arms, fingers, legs, feet, toes, I can't move them. But this doesn't frighten me, it annoys me at most. I try to relax and hope it makes the noise go away, it doesn't all the while my body just feels like it's getting heavier and heavier.
A door opens, I hear footsteps and even though I haven't seen the room I'm in the enire dream I "sense" that the position of the bed has changes.
The person in the room is now sitting on the side of the bed, I feel my body dropping a few inches.
The person starts to speak and I can now hear it's a female. She talks and stands up again but I can't remember or understand what she's saying.
I thought or hoped she would leave the room but she doesn't. She keeps talking to me and walks around the room and still I can not move.
She get's close, closer and now start to get in bed with me. I still can't move and my face has been facing the wall so I still have now idea who this woman is.
But she's lying next to me now, judging by the weight she put in bed I'm guessing it's a big woman, but big as in large not fat.
Now she turns around to me and whispers into my ear, I think she was telling me who she was but I didn't believe her.
I was getting sick of this shit and really want to move now and get out of here and the moment the woman touched my head I snapped free.
I leaped out of the room and looked back, she sat up and stared at me, with eyes that lit up like a cat at night. I could see now that I was in my room, but at the same time it wasn't.
But I didn't have time for all this standing around, I wanted to get away from her, I also needed to take a dump.
So I decide to get out of bed and go downstairs to go to the toilet.

While I walk down the stairs I decide to slide on on the railing (haven't done this since I was a kid) when I'm almost down I make a jump and land in the hallway. And here's the important part, when I land I go through my knees to ease the landing, as I get up I kind of jump or float up slightly. But I didn't think about it.
I go to the toilet and sit there for a while and I recall my jump and how weird it was. Then this thought popped in my head; I'm not lucid dreaming am I?
In waking life before I do reality checks I observe my surroundings, the feel temperature, sounds all that. Back to the dream.
So I had this thought, I looked around in our toiletroom (it's a very small room just the toilet) I touched the wall in front of me and thought no, this can't be a dream this is real.
But I start to think back, where was I before the jump? The bedroom I came out of wasn't my room like it is now. Nothing made sense, but the wall was so real!
Finally I do the nose plug RC and I'm shocked. I can still breath!
I touch the wall again look at the lamp above me, it's all there, just in real life, nose plug RC still breathing.

So it's true, I am lucid dreaming and am overwhelmed with this euphoric feeling. But I try to stay calm.
Still once I look at the wall that looks so real I doubt it once again, the RC could be wrong if this was a dream I could float around. I then look at my legs, and see I still have my pants down, but that doesn't matter.
I look down and try to make myself go up, and I do!
Slowly I feel my cheeks seperating from the toiletseat and I drop back down. I'm now completely baffled and just sit there for a moment with my hands to my face in disbelief.
I try it again, I lift up very stable to my surprise, and make a 360 degree turn and sit down again.

Now for the dumbest part. I wanted to get out of the restroom, but then I was thinking about wiping.
So I wipe, float around a bit and wipe again which causes me to lose lucidity.

Last night I had two conversations with DCs. One of them could be a dream guide but I'm skeptical about things like that untill I experience the bigger meanings of Lucid Dreaming for myself.

The first was an older man, who I knew in the dream was a dutch comedian but with slight changes in appearance.
We talked about life, society, and me.
It was weird how comfortable the conversation went because I always found this man a bit of a prick. But then all of the sudden when we were talking about me he complimented me about how I thought about things which really touched me.
It was strange for me because I'm not a person that seeks validation from others about what I do, let alone people who don't know me. So to feel this joy about a stranger complimenting me about something personal was really out of character for me.

In another dream I was on a train that was about to make it's stop. On the station I met a man, about my age (22) and he was saying goodbye to his friends and family.
We made eye contact and suddenly this feeling of having a very strong bond with this young man came over me, a sudden feeling of terrible loss came over me because he was leaving.
He saw these emotions taking me over and seperated himself from the group of people that were his friends and family and walked over to me.
It is a shame we didn't have a change to spent more time together; He said.
Yes, our time has been too short, just too short; I answered.

This brief exchange of words was ended by an uncomfortable hug and he got on the next train.
Even while I'm writing this right now I feel kinda sad about it.

Talk about sadness. I'm not sure how these things work in other countries but in the Netherlands most of companies, bussinesses or firms or whatever hand out christmass packages for their staff.
It ussualy contains things for the holidays.
In my dream, George Harrison was walking around with one of these packages. It was weird how he was his younger self and in black and white, the rest of the dream was in colour.
Anyway, out of nowhere Steven Tyler shows up going completely mad and rips the package out of Harrisons hands. He shakes it about throws it one the ground stamps it to a pulp then punches George Harrison in the face and runs of.

I was so random.