insideout

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

This is roughly lucid night #114

Sept. 22, '11: I realize I am dreaming and remember my task to eat a mushroom. I look around in the yard but don't see any. I command a mushroom to appear.
I hear singing from the neighbor's house. Finally I find something that looks kind of like a mushroom. I eat it and wait for results. I feel slightly high, but then the dream fades and I am in bed.

It is a false awakening. My sheets move on their own. It is kind of creepy. I am very cold. I get up and walk down a hallway, leaning against the wall. I feel very sleepy.
The scene fades and I am in bed again.
I don't move, but imagine moving my arms and clapping my hands. It feels real. I pinch my nose but I can still breath, so I know I am dreaming.

I get up, but I can't see. I open my eyes for a second and I am in bed again (still). I start over, get up and walk in the dark. I feel along the wall and touch a desk (my old art desk) and I feel a light switch.
Then I feel a large cat and pick it up. The cat is as long as my torso, but not heavy. My sight returns after I leave the room.
So I go outside and find another mushroom. I eat it and the dream fades again.

For a third time I enter a conscious dream and find a mushroom. This one tastes pretty bad, and looks like it could be fake, made of foam. It is red with white spots.
I wake slightly yet again.

Now I am not lucid. I am an Amish man, in the kitchen with my wife. I realize I am dreaming. I cut open a pumpkin, or melon, and pour some blue alcohol into it, shake it, and drink from it.
The dream soon fades again.

Now I am in a car with my mom who is driving. She is driving way too fast down the curvy road. She tells me about when she was younger and crashed into a tree.
I put on my seat belt and say "This is probably a dream anyway."