Dusskee Dreamscapes

The stars stood in strange formations that night. One was shaped like a calligraphic T laying on its side. Odd. "I better reality check," I mentioned more to myself than my companions. And yes, I was in a dream. Immediately and with (likely manic) excitement I tried to convince my co-workers. They laughed at me, and then, being counsellors and therapists, asked if I was under a lot of stress lately. "YES!" I said. "I like to fly when I get stressed out," I jumped into the air and drifted around them, spinning and bouncing on invisible bubbles of air. They told me to come down out of the sky, it was dangerous. They wanted me to face my issues instead of flying away from them. I kept telling them this was a dream, it's a dream, we're all dreaming. They would not believe me. Anger flared up inside me, I just wanted soar around the night sky with these creatures that I considered my friends. But they would not have it. I dropped down from the sky, grabbed one of them by the arm and yelled, "FLY!" I tossed her high into the air, effortlessly, and she drifted softly to the ground again. She ran away. I grabbed each of my co workers in turn and whipped them high into the air and yelled, "Fly damn it... just fly!" They hit ground and hit the road as well. I was left standing there, frustrated and alone. I shoved my finger through my palm to make sure I was still dreaming. I was. I tried to remember goals I had for when I became lucid but I could recall none. I ran, jumped into the sky and flew fast and hard, intending to fly my lucid way into a better dream.
I don't recall anything after this.

Dec 30 2022

December 28 2022
Humaniod giants stepped down from the clouds and trampled humanity. I ran for shelter underground in a library which had a deep basement. I smashed inside through a window. I ran down the stairs. When I passed a window in the stairwell I could still see above ground. The giants stomped closer. I ran faster down the stairs and came to another window in the stairwell. Again I could still see above ground outside. And the giants were even closer. I leaped over steps as rushed as quickly as humanly possible and came to another window. And yet again I could still see the outside world being destroyed. I had been in a similar situation before, trying to run for shelter in a basement that I can never reach. It's happened in dreams. I reality checked and yes, I was dreaming.
My fear gave way to curiosity. Who were the giants, really, and what did they want? I smashed the basement window, crawled out, and ran and leaped into a tree top, then to the next, then to the next. When I came to houses I effortlessly leaped from rooftop to rooftop. Then in the city from skyscraper to skyscraper until high up enough to face one of the giants. I called, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" The giant thudded nearer and bent down to look me in the eye. In the reflection of the giant's eye, I looked like an insect. Disgust wrenched on the face of the giant, it raised a hand swatted at me. I was terrified for a spit second then repeated, "it can't hurt me... it can't hurt me..." as the massive palm smashed down upon me.
I woke.

This was from Dec 22nd courtesy of my sleep deprived brain.

Fell asleep on the couch. I could hear the show playing, people talking, so assumed I was still awake. I felt weirdly heavy and wondered if I was sleeping, so tried to float off of the couch. I slipped sideways and woke.

I closed my eyes and listened to the show again, some old kung fu movie. The heaviness set in again and then came the snoring. My eyes popped open, I looked around. I was the only one laying, then it struck me, I was hearing myself snore. Dreaming again. I laughed at myself then tried to float upward. I couldn't do anything but lay and listen to myself snore. Could I make myself sleep talk? I struggled to say, "Can you hear me, I'm dreaming." I couldn't speak. I struggled so hard that I woke.

I sat up and looked around. The show was still playing. I asked the others if they heard me snoring and they laughed and told me to go to bed. 'Nope." I laid back down. As soon as I felt heavy I tried to float off the couch. I slid sideways and drifted to the floor like a fluff of feather. I landed on the floor slipped through. "Through the floor!" I yelled and grabbed the footrest of the chair beside me. "I'm bringing you with me," I told the chair's occupant, his feet dangled over the edge. But as I tipped the chair fully over, it was empty. I let go of the chair and fell into the basement. I woke.

I tried laying on my side. Fell asleep and kept telling myself I would become lucid again. A dream scene started suddenly. I was in a city with tall building and even taller statues of people One of the statues turned its head and smiled a giant stony grin. "Uh... I should probably check if I'm dreaming.." and did finger through palm check. And yes, I WAS dreaming. I strode over to the grinning statue and touched it's foot, its toe was nearly as tall as I was. The statue lifted it's bare foot and stomped on me. I woke.

I fell asleep again later but don't recall any other dreams from this night.