J.D.

17.08.2010

Still got the Skillz (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It's been too long since I WILDed, so on the morning of my day off I decided to see if I still could. I'd probably slept for about ten hours already, so I wasn't expecting great things. I lay on my back, but after a while I got really roasting and sweaty so I switched to my side and pulled the covers down a bit. Then I was too cold, so I rolled onto my back again, with my knees leaning against the wall.

I drifted away for a while, seemingly falling asleep naturally. Then some solid hallucinations started and my mind automatically took notice again. I heard a humming, and maybe some music. I listened hard and before I knew it, I was in the passenger seat of my friend's car listening to Johnny Cash- Ring of Fire. To quickly anchor myself I punched the dashboard a few times and ran my hands along it. Tactile sensations ftw. We were driving out onto the motorway from the city centre. I turned to Hugh (the driver) and asked if we could go back into town. There was something I wanted to do there which I cannot now remember! We had a discussion, and eventually decided there was no point in going back in. Dream-Hugh made a good point. I was bemused that my own subconscious had just talked me out of something. I sat back in the chair to think, and started to feel really itchy. I immediately knew what was going on. I must be sweating like a beast under the covers again! I grabbed the dashboard and held on for dear life, but it was too late. I woke up, very sweaty indeed.

I moved as much as I dared to reposition myself somewhere cooler, with my arms above my head. My mind went blank surprisingly quickly, and after about 30 seconds I could see the inside of my mum's car. This time she was driving. I recognised the street- we were heading for the city centre. It was a beautiful sunny day. My mum was driving like a maniac. I actually put my belt on -in a dream- for my own safety! I kept trying to remember what the route should look like, but things kept popping up which shouldn't have been there. A playground from another area reminded me of a street on the other side of town, then a narrow road convinced me we were back on track. I wished I could keep myself focused enough to recreate the area in which I wanted to be from memory, but it was impossible. Every tiny thing I saw reminded me of somewhere else, and the next time I looked up, that's where I was. I sighed. We were now driving through an estate round the corner from my house, a few miles from the centre. Once again, I overheated and woke up.

I wasn't too annoyed about the wasted dream, I was just pleased that WILDing was still open to me.