Dromer

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.