Lucid Time!

I haven't been posting non-lucids here in years. But I think I'm gonna do it as a little exercise to myself before the next competition, because I recently had two seperate incidents where I lost a lot of dream journal progress. Sometimes I honestly feel a bit conflicted about how much of my dream-life is public on this site but as long as the dreams are relatively benign like this one, I don't see the harm.

I was at a political rally though it seemed disorganized as people of opposing interests were there. Someone threw a snowball at me and then things started to escalate. I actually for a breif time got mistaken for an ally to the opposing side and was surrounded and sort of dragged by a group of people around the grounds for a bit.

Eventually I managed to slip away, and I just started run, wanting nothing to do with either party. The rally was being held on the snow-covered lawn of this large three story brick building that ran a long ways in both directions.

I kept running for awhile, entering into a city. The city was supposedly London but the architecture was uniformly brick buildings in a steep staggered ziggurat sort of design with few variations. The buildings had complex almost tribal patterns defined into their facades by various colors of bricks (terracotta, yellow, white, dark, and even green and a dull steel blue). The streets were lit by a sort of gas lanterns hanging from complex posts that resemble cranes/flaminigos standing on one leg and many of the cars seemed downright futuristic with small sort of pod-like designs.

I stop running and try to jump over a bench or news stand or something surprised at how easy this is. I jump close to two meters and seem to float down more gradually than I should. A dream figure is impressed by this.

I start to slide into lucidity. I notice that I am dressed in a gray cutoff and high waisted pants. I would never dress that feminine on the waking body. The waking body doesn't look like this. I jump around a few more times and then attempt to "hold it" and hover in the air by splaying my arms out, not too dissimilar from some of my flying postures. I don't fly by I manage a sort of sputtering hover by controlling my breathing and focus and gradually float back down.