gan_naire

This is a really old dream of mine, but it was more or less the first lucid dream I ever had.

I woke up from my bed (when I still slept in one) and stretched, scratched my ass, and opened my door. For some reason, I didn't walk down the hallway, but instead I just looked down it. Everything looked exactly how it was in real life. But as I lifted my foot to step forward, a large explosion went off. I closed my eyes from the brightness of the blast and felt the hot wind of it blow against me.

When I opened my eyes the floor of the hallway was gone entirely and it became a wooden bridge, which looked like something out of a trippy movie and was rickity as hell. The walls were missing as well, even though the ceiling was still there. On the left side, the wall became nothing but flames, which seemed to reach out to me and burn at my skin. The right side became nothing but clouds, as if I were looking at them from the level of the clouds, and it felt nice and calm.

I stared into the flames as if I were drawn to them, and then glanced at the clouds feeling calm. I reached out to the flames and felt them burn my hand. I then reached out to the clouds and felt their coolness. I walked out onto the bridge, which surprisingly held my weight, and faced the clouds. The flames burned my back, but before I could jump, which I wanted to do, I woke up.