lucid

A short time has passed as I am walking down a dimly lit hallway lined with lockers on either side. I am looking for locker number 6. It feels like a high school, but not one I've ever been to. The lockers are a pink-ish orange. As I read the numbers on the tops of them, I notice that they repeat between 11 & 12. 11... 12... 12... 11... 12... with no hopes of them ever counting down to 6. I would be walking this hallway forever...

... ah, but of course...

Chuckling to myself I began to force the numbers to change... 10... 8... The lights became a tad brighter and the lockers spread out into a more spacious kind of foyer. I find locker 6. The lockers are doubled on top of eachother (like we have where I work) and number 6 is one of the top ones. I approach and open the locker. These ones are placed impractically high and I am forced to stand on my tip-toes in order to see what's inside.
I spy an item placed way at the back, 'I'll never be able to reach that!' and I stand back down.
Again, I try to peak inside... but now there's 2 items, '?'.
I stand down again, to think for a second. I smile to myself and jump, like a child, to peak, 'Aha! 4 items!'.
JUMP, '6 items!'.
JUMP, '8!'. Laughing (and totally entertained with myself) I turned away from the locker due to the fact that I heard someone coming down the hallway. I ran and hid in a dark corner where, what turned out to be 3 girls, couldn't see me. As soon as they spied the open locker they looked at eachother... and I booked it down the hallway.

I came to a classroom on my left. Inside were two of my bosses from work. One manager ("K") and one supervisor ("S"). S was sitting in a chair and K behind the teacher's desk. K gets up and says hi. S says hello from her chair.
"This is a dream, you know". Just like that! I told them.
"Really?" says S "How do you know that?"
"You can find out many ways... just look at the clock... that's a good one. Right when you think you may be able to make sense of it, it changes. Sometimes it moves backwards. Digital clocks may look like shapes and letters, if it's not too fuzzy to read, of course."
S just looks at me like she's not quite sure. I notice that I'm getting the same reaction from K.
"Or just try something mechanical... like a light switch. It won't work, you'll see".
I pause and turn to K (even in waking life I've never been able to talk to the other one ), "I love to fly when I dream... I bet you could do it right now".
"How?" asks K.
"How can't you? Just fly..." it seemed to make perfect sense to me, until I saw her try... "You can do it. Just keep practicing. You'll get better, I promise!" wanting out of here, now, I turn towards the door. S starts spinning, in the chair she never left, with a huge smile on her face. I feel the dream slipping...

Struggling to hang on, I don't know why I did it but, I grabbed a pencil and paper and started sketching the current scene (which ended up looking like some kind of goofy preschool cartoon)...

... it all rushed back...

I made my way out the door and took a left, to continue back down the hallway. I noticed a coat check kind of area approaching on my left and the school door exit just past it. As I neared the coat check, a girl (that I work with) is handing people (students) their jackets and says, "Jessica, I need your help! I have too many people!" I looked at her line up as they all stared back at me. About 30 of them... indeed, she needed help...

... but not from me! "I'm off work and I'm not getting paid right now, sorry". I saw S making her way down the hall towards us and said, "Oh good! You can help her". Hahaha... remember... this is normally my boss in waking . The coat check girl smiles and tells me to go... and did I ever...

I continued towards the exit, where the sun was streaming in through the school doors. I started running, so happy, so excited to be lucid again! Full throttle I bolt towards the doors. In passing I hear some dude say, "whoa!" as if I startled him. I through the heavy metal doors open with a bang of the metal push bars and ran into the snow! I wasn't wearing much. A very lightweight, white gown that came just above my knees... but I [I]was[I] barefoot. I remember the cold snow crunching under my feet, the cool breeze against my skin and through my hair.... and then I flew up... up in the air... high above the school and smiled down at everyone below. People saw me, but it didn't matter anymore. The playfulness in me made me want to swoop down at one guy on his bike... and I laughed as I did it.

I decided to go as high as I could! When I got there... I hovered... i felt my head tingle.... I don't think I've ever felt that before... I could swear my waking body acknowleged it. As if the invigorating feelings I was getting from this were assuring me that this is exactly what it would really feel like to be this high in the air... AMAZING...

I felt myself starting to descend and decide to allow it to happen. I even poised myself to land properly (sometimes I don't and I'll tumble or do something rather awkward ). I started to drift away from the school and towards some high tree tops... birch trees, I think. I felt as though I was going to get tangled in one, on the way down, so I closed my eyes as to kind temporarily erase the tree. When I landed safely on the ground, I opened my eyes to see an old... I mean OOOOLD... cabin/house in front of me. It was definately abandoned. I was standing on a gravel road behind the cabin. It basically became part of the driveway to the right of the small home. I started to walk towards the cabin when I heard a voice, "My brother turned off the radio". As I approached the right of the cabin, I noticed that it had a full length porch on the front. Still at the side of the cabin, I noticed a small, blue, transistor radio sitting on the ledge, right on the corner of the porch. As I walked up to it, all I heard was static. With tremendous concentration (radios and I have a sketchy past) I took the index finger of my right hand and turned the dial...

... I got music... the funny part... it was R.E.M. ... no joke! Hahaha! (Still makes me laugh).

Super content... I stood up straight and took in my surroundings. Now that I'm sort of in front of the little old cabin, I check out it's disheveled appearance wondering who lived here before. I turn to face away from it. The landscape infront of me was very cliffy and there was a body of water (not too large) somewhat below the cliffs... almost like a cove. Tall, tall evergreen trees aligned the cliffs and down below around the small lake. Something struck me here, though. A sadness... a sickness... someone loved this place and it was home to them and the life that once thrived here. I saw that the water was sort of putrid, I didn't hear happy wildlife... the trees were only half alive, as if struggling to hang on, losing their greenery at their tops. I felt... sorry... and projected feelings of love and respect for what it's seen... this place I mean.

The night closed in, the sun went down... I hear dogs barking! I started walking to my left across the front of the cabin and along the cliff. There was another cliff above me... about my height. I stood on my tip-toes to see above it... there was a little trailer/camper with lights on. In front on it lay three dogs, 'they must have been the ones barking'. All of a sudden they see me! They charge at me, "BARK, BARK, BARK, YIP, YIP!".
I back up a bit and then raise my hand for them to smell, "S'okay guys", I whisper. They all start wagging their tails and looking at me as if relieved to know it's a friend.
"Hey! Who's there? What are you guys doing?" someone comes storming out of the camper.
Feeling like I had to flee, I looked around and realized that my only way out was a small cliff that jet out ahead of me... over the lake... the sad putrid lake... 'but it's okay, I'll just have to fly' and taking a running start (knowing it wasn't long enough of one), I hurdled myself up into the air and failed. Realizing this all as it was happening, I accepted it and dove into the lake. Initially I was a little freaked out by what could be in there nibbling at my feet and toes, but then I heard beautiful voices of women singing, no words, just singing... and someone said, "feel the fish... feel them one your legs and feet... listen to what they're telling you". I did... I felt the water and the fish around me... swimming with me... they said...

... "FONUS"