lucid

My first dream was after my alarm goes off in the middle of the night.
First there's a nice, dark room. It's made of some sort of dark, reddish wood, and the fabric is in the same dark tones. There's a table here too. I sit at the table and look about, wondering where I am. Then a rather old man with grey hair, and thick black eyebrows walks in. He isn't wearing a shirt , and he's quite flabby and has a hairy chest and I swear I can't see any pants on him, but so far he's behind a chair. He can't see me.

Then I find myself in a tent with no memory of the wooden house. The tent is large, blue and pyramid shaped. I remember my old school field , but when I look over my shoulder I can't see the school. But I know this is my old school field (a recurring place in my dreams!) because of the way there are hills on one side and trees bordering the whole field, hiding a wire fence. Behind me where the school should be, there is just fog. I don't know what I'm doing here, but it's like there's something just behind the trees I need to get to so I start running across the field.

These were just hazy dream fragments. When I woke up in the morning, I can't remember either dreams immediately, and I'm frustrated. So I lay down and try to do an early morning WILD, which in the past have sometimes been successful. But today I'm not asleep enough or my sister is making too much noise because it doesn't want to work. I think what happened next might have been an OBE. I could feel my thumb in my palm, even though my hands were one on each side of me. I rub my right thumb in my left palm a bit as I begin to feel my other hands too, my 'real' hands, both at the same time. Then I move my real hands, and I can feel my hands either side of me. My thumb no longer feels like it's in my palm.

The alarm goes off at 3:27am. I switch it off and drop my phone onto my bed, and drift back to sleep. As soon as my eyes close, I shoot straight back up. I have the feeling I should be somewhere, but I can't quite remember where. I remember my phone went off, because I wanted to try WILD, but I look about my bed and just can't find the phone. Then I remember where I'm supposed to be. I look at my hand, because that's where I wrote the name of the place; 'Chichen Itza' It says, but a little bit has rubbed off. When I look again, all of the writing is there, so I do the nose plug RC... Of course, I'm dreaming. I get out of bed, and I'm magically dressed, my pyjamas are neatly folded on my bed, which appears to have made it's self. I walk up to the door and visualise the Chichen Itza pyramid and tell myself it's on the other side of the door. I slowly open the door with my eyes closed. I can feel a breeze in my face, but it's a warm breeze. So I open my eyes. Yes, there it is, the old dark pyramid. I feel like climbing up it, but look at my hand again to remind me what I'm supposed to be doing. The doorway behind me has gone, but that doesn't really matter so I hardly notice and run up to the pyramid. The light is at the top, so I know someone is or has been here already just I can't see anyone. I hear voices on the other side so I run round there. I round the corner, expecting to see at least two people, because it sounded not like an argument but more of a discussion, but there had to be at least two people so I'm really surprised when I see that there's nobody there. I hear voices just around the corner again, so I dash around there. Now the voices have moved to the opposite side of the pyramid. The voices get louder and quieter and keep moving, but I never see who's talking. Eventually, they sound like they're at the top, so I practically cry out. The voices begin to laugh instead, and I'm sure they're laughing at me. I begin to climb to the top. When I'm there, I'm standing in the light, which is so bright Ican't see. The voices are gone now, so I just sit down for a while, waiting for them to come back. By now I'm so frustrated that I jump off the top. I find myself in bed. I do an RC and I'm awake, but the scary thing is is that the time is only 3:28am. I fall asleep and remember no more dreams that night.

So here I am in my dream, and at first it's just a normal dream. I'm walking down my road, and then I turn the corner, and there's this HUGE PIECE OF CHEESE. I'm just staring at this piece of cheese, and my first thought isn't 'Oh, I'm dreaming', it's 'How am I going to get through?' because the cheese is so large, it's just sitting there blocking the road. As I'm wondering up to it, that's when it hits me- I'm dreaming. I pinch my nose and, of course, I can breathe through it. Then I think about trying to get past this cheese, and when I look at it again, it isn't a giant slice of edam anymore. It's swiss cheese. I jump into a hole, and I'm about two thirds the way into the cheese when I begin to wonder what I'm doing crawling through the holes in a giant piece of cheese. I sit down, and pinch my nose again, making sure for definate that I'm asleep. I shove my hand into my pocket, which a second ago was empty, and grab a shovel. Normally a shovel wouldn't fit into my pocket, but today it does, and I dig my wa out of this giant swiss cheese. The top is high up, about thirty metres tall, yellow and shiny. I jump off and land perfectly on my feet. Looking around, I see I'm not in my street anymore, and it's dark now. When I turn around the cheese is gone, and instead, there's a huge tall building. There are lights on at the top and the door is locked. I'm about to run through the wall, when I wake up. I just wonder why I dreamt about cheese.