J.D.

27.01.2010

Riding the SP Train... and sex (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My bedroom was freezing cold this morning, so I wore pyjamas and a dressing gown and wrapped myself up like a sausage roll in extra blankets.

It couldn't have taken me more than 15 minutes to get to a SP stage. Nearly right away, it felt like my torso was rising out of my body to the right. It felt bizzare. I then had the sensation of rolling to the right. I expected to hit my desk, but no such impact came, and I laughed (more of a squeak) because it was so fun. Thinking about it, I don't know if the laugh was real, or I laughed when already in a dream, it's hard to make distinctions in that state.

I sat up to find myself in an old four-poster bed. The frame and posts were very dark wood, and contrasted greatly with the bright white bedsheets. Down at the other end of the bed was a girl. I think I knew her, but I straight up can't remember who she was. We had sex anyway. Halfway through, she changed into a girl I know called Emma.

One of the times when I closed my eyes without thinking, opened them to find myself in a swirling blackness. A song started to play. It was "Battlefield" by Jordin Sparks, quite a catchy song. The next place I ended up was a restaurant/bar/supermarket. There were small circular tables in booths at one side of the room, and a grocery section at the other. My memory of this part is hazy, I think I started talking to a bouncer. Soon the swirling black descended again, and the music returned. It was blasting the chorus now, absolutely roaring - like when you have headphones turned all the way to the max. My thoughts turned to where I was going next. I remembered the task of the month, which was to have a glass of champagne, so I concentrated on going back to that bar/supermarket. I was there almost right away, and I wasted no time in dashing into the drink section, uncorking a bottle of champagne with my teeth and pouring a glass. I reached into the back of a shelf and pulled out a plastic champagne glass. I drank it in two gulps, noting that it had no real taste, then tried to drain the bottle. Unfortunately, as I closed my eyes I had a (possibly false) awakening.



I honestly don't know for sure if I woke up, but I'm pretty sure it was the real deal, as I felt real tiredness. I closed my eyes again and SP came on in no more than 30 seconds. It felt like I was rocking from side to side, so I opened my eyes a crack and saw the celing. After I closed them again, I began to spin rapidly to my right. It was like being on the end of a giant drill.

I was standing in the street where I used to live with my friend Hugh. It was a bright sunny day and I was wearing a yellow t-shirt. Hugh said something I didn't understand, so I replied with,
"This is a dream, weird eh?" He looked at me suspiciously, so to prove to him the nature of this reality, I took a running jump off a kerb. I sailed down the street a bit, and when I landed, I intentionally slid along the ground as if I was wearing roller blades. In real life I used to roller blade there all the time, but I was never very good. I snaked back up the street toward him, doing jumps and spins whenever possible.

As I got closer, I saw a girl in the distance on a bicycle. I recognised her as a friend-of-a-friend from university. I slipped and fell on my front, and by the time I stood up again, I had ripped off all my clothes. She led me into a field and we got in on in the open air.

EDIT: I remember having a few more FAs, where I looked at my hand. One time I had no fingers at all!