J.D.

07.12.2009

Stylish Escape (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I did the typing technique again, and had a false awakening in my bed, in my old house.

I remembered that I didn't live there anymore and became lucid. I went downstairs and looked out the living room window. There was a girl lying on the bonnet of a black car in the street. I was going to go out and "say hello" to her, but my friend Mark called at the door. We went into another part of my house, which for some reason became a petrol station. There were strange products crammed into the shelves, and I had a feeling they were all to do with dreaming, somehow. I talked to Mark for ages, and eventually revealed to him that this was a lucid dream and that he was merely a construct of my mind. I didn't put it this articulately in the dream, I said something along the lines of, "This is a dream, and you aren't real!" Always tactful. I wouldn't even have said this had I not read a thread earlier on DV about telling dream characters that they weren't real! Mark was really offended! He looked down and said, "Alright well..."

Suddenly an alarm went off and the shutters started closing. I raced outside and got on a bike. I thought (and hoped) that it was a motorbike, but it turned out to be a standard bicycle. I got out of the petrol station in time and sped off down the road. I kept trying to turn the bike into a motorbike so I wouldn't have to pedal, but I couldn't. I even tried "revving" the gear changer and making "Vrooom!" noises, but to no avail.



I was heading into town, and wanted some music to brighten up the journey. "Sweet Home Alabama" started playing and I sang along. Unfortunately I couldn't remember the words- not even the automatic "dream jukebox" playing the music could remember it exactly, so I mixed'n'matched pieces from different verses to make the song work! It played, but made little sense. I decided to take a walk on the wild side and pedalled into oncoming traffic. Most cars tried to avoid me, but one old green one didn't. I did a jump and bounced off the windscreen with my back wheel.

I finally reached a roundabout in the middle of the city centre. I jumped off the bike and let it roll away. I found my brother's friend Adrian coming out of Starbucks with a few people, and I stopped to say hello. I think I lost lucidity here, because I spent a long time listening to a pointless conversation about a Facebook group Adrian was starting, then joining the group on his iPhone.