lucid

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.

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.

First thing I remember is sitting among my old high school classmates. Talking, conversing, across the room. Leaning on desks. Then I realize, we're not in a room. As the teacher leads us out, I realize we're on a large wooden platform some 50 ft in the air. I don't remember who the teacher was or what he/she looked like, but as we were led down this extremely long wooden staircase I could see giant angular steel rafters covered in some sort of brushed aluminum crisscrossing through the air, the smallest being about a meter in diameter and the largest probably about five. They weren't arranged in any conceivable pattern however, they would be at complete random angles and sizes, widen and narrow.

We reached the ground incredibly quickly, way too quickly for what would have supposed to have been at least a 5 minute walk down the staircase. The floor was a soft , damp dirt, the kind you might see in a not-too-humid rain forest. In fact the entire surrounding flora was that of a rain forest. It was decidedly more spread out than one however, allowing for a lot of space to move. We were taken to a massive video screen mounted on this sleek wooden....mount. I don't remember exactly what was playing but I do remember it being very flashy and brightly colored, kind of like the stuff that plays on screens behind concerts.

At some point I made out with a girl. Don't remember where that goes but I remember it.