Dromer

The first thing I remember is being outside with a lot of people. Alex and Dan were there, and then some people from the dorm that I supposedly knew, but I couldn't quite put faces on them. We were all trying to get into this little caged in area that was strictly for people who have cards that allow their entry. Previously, we had managed to get a bunch of cards from a few people. Riley had a card of his own that he had taken from someone, but he was very nervous to use it. He thought that someone would recognize that it wasn't his. I was sure that he would be perfectly okay. I apparently had done it many times before. I was looking at it and people had already started to get into it. They found some sort of glitch. In the far right corner from the door, one guy began puling down the door on what looked like a toaster oven. Every time he did that, the front door part of the cage would retract into the island-looking centerpiece of the area. But it would only stay there for a matter of seconds before coming back. It was very interesting a piece of machinery. At one point when it opened, it opened in a much different way. It opened up and looked more like it was going to stay open, so it was much slower a transition. Alex walked closer and closer and definitely could have gotten in at one point, but he didn't. I told him that he could have totally gotten in but he only remarked about how scary it was almost being crushed by the bars when the suddenly fell back down and closed. We were all very energetic at the time, and there was almost a feeling like we were getting ready to leave on a trip. I say this because near the building there was a bunch of bags filled with snacks and cigarettes. We were all trying to smoke something, no matter what it was. People were offering things to other people.I sort of wanted to smoke, but I wan't particularly intent on it. My card, I found out slightly after I got it, was blank with no signature, so I knew that it hadn't even been activated yet. It still even had other little cards still on it that were only meant to be temporary. I saw Gabe an saw him smoking so I assumed he had something to smoke. This was the first time I looked in the back. Gabe shot off down the hill to my left as I reached the bag on only what I could rationalize as a little razor scooter that was slightly too small for him to ride. I looked in the bag and there was another guy near it sort of being its keeper. He recommended something of his to me that he just found recently. I thought it was a type of cigarette the way he described it and by the fact that it was definitely in a cigarette box when I first saw it. I picked it up and opened something out of it as he was telling me where he got it and how good it is. It turned out it was a some small piece of candy-looking cough drop. He insisted I try it, and I could smell it, and it smelled delightful, so I popped it into my mouth. I thought about what t would taste like with some sort of smoke and I quickly stopped thinking about that. We all of the sudden needed to go back inside, and there was a set of four double doors, two at first and then another pair. Everyone was opening doors for each other and no one was going through the right doors. I even opened the door for two people that were in wheelchairs and neither of them accepted my kindness. We all got in and there was a check in process that I know I proceeded with and finished but it was short and I can't remember exactly how it went. But I was in and there was a booth where people were filling out questionnaires about safe sex. I really didn't want to do it, but apparently after filling it out you got a bunch of cool little items like stickers and notebooks, so I decided to fill it out. I grabbed the paper and I had a green pen, and I remember writing some words. I think it was something like, "Safe sex is very important...," before I got distracted by something else. Although, before the rest of the dream happened, I remember how smooth I recognized the actual writing to be. From then on, the scene was very interesting. Out of nowhere, a movie-like scene of railroads and old dusty towns filled my eyes and my ears. I could hear sounds of railroad tracks being hit with hammers and the sound of the train clicking on the tracks was louder than ever. I could see different people walking around but everything was beautifully, and in a very artistic fashion, surrounded by clouds of dust. It was fun to be a part of. Some of the words being said, in terms of the specific town we were in, had to do with the founders and how the innovations in train technology were what sort of defined the town, especially from the last trainsman, the one who was still alive today. The dream was closing to an end as I saw Whoopie Goldberg, of all people, also working away. I was putting rocks down in a little crevice to fill it up so it would be safe and the dream started to fade.

27.01.2013

Reverie: Part I (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was a midst a few others at twilight. The time was nearing for the day to end and we were fulfilling some duties before all the daylight was gone. I was mentioning to the others about how we needed to do this so someone would get what they deserved. There was some sort of odd notion about that while we were sweeping sand with small wooden tools. Each tool had an end with three prongs on them. We were in a giant field of sand. Near the center, the sand was a dark green color, whereas it was fairly normal near the outer edges.
I was going very swiftly through the motion of sweeping the sand, and my tool broke so as to only contain one prong. I stopped to look at it for a moment before continuing like nothing had happened. I finished what I was doing and paused to look out over the land before me. I could see the sun setting and casting a beautiful red and pink glow on a magnificent city below me. It was vast and chrome the way it was constructed. The buildings looked respectable and epic while the surrounding area only complimented its beauty.
With a sudden moment of realization, I thought to myself about how I had had this dream a time before, and that it was really not surprising that this very scenario would be abe to induce lucidity. And at that very same moment I became lucid. My eyes seemed more open that ever, contrary to previous dreams of blur and confusion. I looked carefully out at the surroundings, and felt the sand underneath my feet. I thought about the feelings and the sights and the sounds. I could hear people conversing near me and I stepped on the sandy area. Near the middle I stopped and made myself a goal. It was to look at my surroundings, record what they looked like, an then write something down so I could try to remember the details when I woke up. So I started surveying the area, but didn't get farther than noticing a fireplace like heap of wood sitting near me in addition to different patterns in the sandy floor. After noticing this, I realized the importance of having paper and a writing utensil. I turned to my left and went into a small hut in which there was a drawer. I pulled it open only to find a pencil that I intentionally knew I was going to find in addition to a small notepad that I soon held in my hand.
I was in the hut and as I walked out, I thought to myself about staying lucid. That was a big concern of mine, seeing as my dreams are often short once lucidity is attained. I walked closer to the exit while knowing what I was going to do. In a somewhat chaotic, in the sense of the dream, fashion, I walked out onto the sand and told myself to begin spinning. I closed my eyes, which I wasn't absolutely sure I should be doing, and I told myself it was a dream while spinning around fairly quickly.
The most magical and real feeling swept over my body. A gust of cold wind surrounded my body and I could feel it with every part. It was frigid, but I knew it was a good thing. It felt so surreal. But there were some complications with the spinning. I found myself in the very same situation that I had in previous dreams. My eyes felt like they were opening and that I was coming back to my bed where I lay in waking life. I really concentrated on what I could do to stay in the dream. I pressured my mind and my body into consistence. I realized, that, perhaps, the method of lucidity production was less in the feelings of waking life, but more in those of the dream realm. I thrust my body upward as if taking a large jump. At first, I let myself fall at a normal rate. The second time, I relaxed my body and let it fall at a slower rate than gravity could provide in waking life. My body felt separate, different. It was invigorating. I finally did it a third time only to find myself floating gracefully and gravityless down to the ground of the very same dream.
I was completely excited about this new found accomplishment. I ran toward the dream characters nearest to me to tell them of my amazing feat. I told one woman, and she seemed interested at first when I told her I was lucid, but she soon continued to talk with another character about the set and technical aspects of a musical production from waking life. They continued walking into another type of hut, still adorned with curtains like the first, but much taller. There were several more dream characters inside, and I felt the need to talk to them and make sure that, if there was a possibility that they could be actual minds, they knew what this was. I told them that it was a dream and that when they wake up, they needed to remember it so they could tell me of the connection. But they all seemed somewhat disconnected. There was, though, a point where I engaged myself with a dream character portraying someone I had not seen in ages, so I grabbed his arm, looking him in the eye, and made it known the importance of what was going on, regardless of how little we had talked recently.
My attention turned to Riley, a good friend, and my need to convince him of the current state of being that we shared. I intentionally lifted myself into the air, flying, to the top of the hut. There was a smooth, thick stone roof that curved and formed a circular contour on the top of the structure. I flew to the top, put myself slightly over the edge toward the middle before falling moderately back to the ground. I looked to Riley and we began to talk of a debate we had had in the past. It was about whether or not someone in a movie was flying. And the question was whether or not a jetpack added to the person made it legitimate flying. I jumped up and over a counter in a manner different than waking life, an interesting arch movement to different section of the hut. I landed and immediately look to the first female dream character and retorted a comment about how peculiar it was to be debating and fighting during a lucid dream such as this.
Soon after, I left the hut and figured that my mission was complete, so I let myself seem to fall asleep or, at least, leave the dream world.
I awakened with an interesting amount of energy. I was around a group of people all wearing clothing that was much nicer than I expected. Suits and ties were worn while they were all sitting in the grassy plane of a park. There were a few large cottonwood trees surrounding the area along with white recreation tents. It seemed like a wedding mixed with some sort of outdoor festival. Few tables were placed. I mentioned something about the dream in hopes that people would respond with acknowledgement of the experience. But the people only laughed and scoffed in my face. I only then proceeded to walk around the odd, carnival-like atmosphere until the dream ended.