dream fragment

It's black. I'm falling asleep and I'm surprised I noticed. I'm aware of my limbs but I can't feel my blankets. This blank canvas of a reality begins to form around me. It's almost like an abandoned warehouse but it's not scary or unnerving in the slightest. A bit of the paint around me is chipped a little, and the place is well lit, but most of what I remember is this feeling of openness and possibility. Whenever I realize I'm lucid two urges really push forward. Sex and powers. Sometimes I have the strong urge to go fly or practice telekinesis, other times, just horny. If I was totally aware every time, I would pick powers mostly because it's impossible in the real world and it's kind of waste to spend an entire LD on sex but I was already on the way.

I knew I couldn't do anything in this empty place so I closed my eyes and span. The place I most connect with encounters with the opposite sex is the clubbing district in a city I used to live in. I ended up in a clubbing district when I opened my eyes but it wasn't one I recognized. It was significantly poorer than the one I remember. I went into the first open bar. In it were several friends from the city I'm living in now. None of which were actually into going clubbing funnily enough.

I'll spare the sexual details but there honestly wasn't much. Everything stayed around 1st to 2nd base mostly for some reason.

I wake up and go back into LD's four more times after this. I can't remember anything about them because they were all short and generally unstable. I do remember being on my knees, my hands flat on a dirt floor trying to stabilize the last dream before I gave up and just got out of bed.

I hiding from someone. It's an authority figure. I with someone else. She's wearing black. I'm physically attracted to her and I feel like I know her but I don't. I don't recognize her. We're hiding in a room made entirely out of wood. It looks like a cabin. I can hear the authority figure coming closer. We kiss and I wake up.

I'm running from something. Someone. I don't know. It's a field at first. A couple buildings on the edge. Suddenly the area quickly transitions to something along the lines of ancient Rome. Everything has a slight sepia tint to it as if it's not perfectly 'clean.' I run up a building and I find myself facing away from me, looking out a balcony over the ancient city. He turns around and its not me. I know his name is Rangle. I don't know why. I remember a spear being thrown. I don't remember who threw it or who it hit, but I woke up.

It was a false awakening. I noticed it was a dream because everything had a much starker contrast. It was dark but the night sky was this impossible cartoon shade of dark purple-blue. I was compelled to run. I was lucid and I was excited. This immediately put intense strain on the whole dream and I could feel my blankets on my chest. I grasped at a banister by the stairs and rubbed it to stay in control. I knew it wouldn't last so my first instincts were to start sprinting outside so that I could enjoy my lucid before it snapped. As I ran into the large living room/kitchen area in my house, I could feel the dream slipping again and I sprinted towards the window above the sink in an attempt jump out. I remember jumping at it, noting the odd shade of the sky. But before I made contact with the glass, I could feel the blanket on me again an I woke.

A shame.