lucid

I'm sitting on the couch in the living room of my apartment. The living room is about 10' square. Behind me is the bedroom at about 10x14. There's no door between, and the opening takes up most of the wall so it feels like essentially one room. The floor has large rubber knobs on it that seem like a tripping hazard. That seems unusual to me, so I decide to do a reality check. I reach up and grab my nose, but I can still breath, so I decide I must be dreaming. I push a little with my mind and become lucid. Suddenly everything's in color. I'm turning around the room taking in the sudden vivid colors of reds and blues. I sit down on the floor and run my right hand over the carpet. I can see into the cabinet from this angle but I don't remember what's inside. There's white light coming in from the front window. As I make my way back to the bedroom, Gibbs from NCIS is there. My bedroom is crammed full of stuff. There's a strange foot-powered table saw. Where the bed should be there's a boat with a hammock built into the top.

Someone else comes in through a door that wasn't there before. He and Gibbs and I walk out through this door, and it seems like I'm stepping out of my reality. My apartment was like a sound stage. Commander Riker is asleep on a couch in this room. It's dark. There are no windows and I can't tell where the dim light is coming from. This room is about 12' square. To the left as I came in was another door, with Riker's couch on the same wall beyond it. The other man has a cell phone that can communicate with the waking world, including sending pictures. I decide I want to grab it and send myself a picture of this crazy dream, but he isn't there anymore. Now there's an angry trashcan with ephemeral lightning bolt arms that I have to fight with my mind.

I wake up and decide to try to return to the dream, so I lie very still and try to trace my way back into it. I don't remember the specifics of the rest of the dreams, but I remember bouncing from lucid to awake several times like a rock skipping on the surface of a lake. Inanimate objects kept being turned against me and I had to struggle with them. I think I was chasing the man with the cell phone or the organization he worked for. In the end, the closet doors opened and all of my clothes piled onto me at once until I couldn't move.

I've arrived in a large open room of a train station. Behind me are the doors in from outside, to the left is the ticket counter area, in the center of the large open area are ticket taker stalls and the bottom of the escalators up to the second floor where all the trains are. The place is a mass of people all trying to get to the trains. I realize it's mostly children, just like me, and they're trying to get on the trains to go to wizard school. I'm trying to figure out how to get to the escalators. Now I'm walking around by the ticket purchasing area, which is separated from the larger space by a row of glass doors. I don't purchase any tickets but I decide that I'm hungry. There's a small diner restaurant in the corner to the left of where I came into the large space. I must have walked through a wall, and now I'm seated in the back corner. The place is cramped and there are still people around. Some of the people in front of me are ordering from the bar tender behind the counter. My australian friend R is up next and he places his order. The man behind the counter grins at the accent. He then asks what I'll have and I say that I'm fine thanks. R is not surprised that I'm sitting behind him. I try to not talk in a fake australian accent because I think it would be rude, but I'm not sure I'm successful. The bar tender seems a little annoyed, and shortly after he gives R several packets of condiments to pass to me. I decide I'm not entirely welcome, so I push my way through the people and I'm back into the large space. I'm feeling claustraphobic due to the press of the people so I start flying. At the top of the room are hanging lights laid out in a grid. There's another boy flying here on a parallel course to mine. I ask him if he could move a little bit so I don't accidentally fly us into the lights we're flying between, because I know it would make the stern teachers angry. At some point the Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone theme starts playing. I'm looking down at the ticket taker area that controls access to the escalators, and I wonder how they can be effective if any of the wizards can just choose to fly up to the second story. I think to myself as I'm flying around that I should do a back flip. I become lucid. I instinctively run my hand down my shirt, feeling the texture of it to stabilize the dream. I remember that colors become more vivid and I try to see if they have as I fly past some people on the second floor area. I can't tell, but I specifically remember seeing color there and not anywhere else in the dream. I decide to try a backflip. I'm going a little too fast and I almost hit the ceiling as I go over, but I manage to accomplish it. I remember that I wanted to ask a DC something but I'm afraid none of them will talk to me. I find a girl in the bottom of the big open area waiting to get to the ticket takers. I fly down and try to figure out what to ask her. She thinks I'm going to purpose. Then I wake up suddenly.