Turquoise Dreams

Morning of 25th. Bed 12:30am - 5:11am (potty)
woke up f DILD at 6:27

It was about 10 min long.

I'm in a smallish, dark room and I'm thinking "next time when I'm dreaming, i just look at my hands and I will know if I'm dreaming". I look at my hands and they are fading and melting as energy would.

I realize I'm dreaming and decide to use the door properly to exit. I use a classic european doorhandle, open the door, walk through it and then close the door. I'm happy this all time that I'm lucid and want to go and do things fast, but I'm pacing myself to do it the right way, slowly, taking my time with details.

I'm out on a street. Sunny day, wide pedestrian zone, people walking around me. There is ocean in a distance to my right.

I start to hop up with intent to take flight. I jump 10-20 feet straight up, slowly, and slowly come back down. I realize I can't fly there, coz a concrete roof. I walk little closer to the ocean, look up and with force of my will I SEE blue skies with some white clouds, and not the roof.

I keep walking and come to an older looking single story house. The outside is sunbleached brown wood, almost gray with age, and a chinese type of wooden doorway. It has 2 part, on left an right, and it's old red in color.

I really don't like houses in lucids, even if I love them in non-lucids. So I make a consious decision to walk inside. As I walk throught the door, I reasure myself that "only nice things are here".

I know whom this house belongs to. It's "S". He is not home, only his mom. She thinks I'm a friend, and I'm not gonna tell her any differently. I'm walking through the house, aware that his mom is in other parts of the house. I'm looking through a dresser. There is a ziploc baggie with golden rings and earrings. I take it. I also take a baggie with old coins, and another 2 bags, that I keep finding in this drawer. Normally I would never take what's not mine. But I know this person and it gives me some weird satisfaction that I'm taking it.

His dad is coming home. I have a feeling that he will know I'm not a friend, and I know his mom is clueless, but she doesn't trust me either. It's time to leave. I'm at the window to the yard and his dad is coming through there. I avoid him and get out.