martakartus

I was in my bedroom, lying on my bed, and a friend of mine was lying on my sister's bed. We were in a zombie apocalypse. There was one sitting down and leaning on the wall, but it didn't see us, so I told my friend we should rest, because we had found a safe spot. She was pointing a gun at its head and I tried to convince her not to shoot it, because the sound would only draw more zombies. She listened and we tried to rest.

During a few moments of peace I had, I thought of how frustrating it was to be in the apocalypse, because there was no way of escaping. Then, it hit me all of a sudden: "wait, but I can escape this, because this is a dream. There is no zombie apocalypse in waking life. This is just a series of recurring dreams I'm having about zombies and I can end it now". Then, I looked at my hands to do a RC. I thought I had to see more than five fingers in each hand. At first sight, I could only see five, but when I checked again I saw six or seven in my left hand and about eleven in the right hand. I got up of the bed and saw Michelle Knight (I don't know why it was her) standing there. She wasn't exactly a zombie, but looked scary. I knew I had to talk to her, she was like the embodiment of the bad feelings of the dream. As calmly as I could, I said to her: "why do we hurt each other? Why can't we just get along?" Her complexion changed at once. Suddenly, she looked calm, her skin was soft and she looked at me intently with big bright beautiful blue eyes. At the same time, all feelings of fear and frustration vanished. I walked around the room, admiring the vividness. I would say this is the most real dream I've ever had.

Then, I got out of the bedroom. There was no apocalypse anymore. I went down some escalators and, as I did, I imagined the neuronal pathways involved in lucid dreaming getting stronger the longer the dream lasted (sorry, I know this is weird ). But also, I thought (and it was a big mistake) that if the dream lasted for too long, I would forget about the details, but I didn't want to wake up yet.

Eventually, I made it to a playground. I sat down on a thin mattress to think of what to do next. I thought it'd be a good idea to make some affirmations to myself. I made two: the first one I can't remember and in the second one I asked to become lucid more often. We'll see if this last one has an effect.

Finally, someone called my attention from inside a car and the dream finished.