Quietus

As usually for an average morning, i wake up around 7ish then proceed to doze and dream 3 or 4 times till 10am (living the student life is amazing sometimes... you know when i'm not broke and having to eat toast for dinner ) Upon waking from the last dream I was in (I have absolutely no recollection of this), I remain perfectly still. It was a weird feeling. I knew i had just awoken from a dream, but I still felt half asleep. I pictured my home town and its beach, I pictured the colour of the stones and listened for the sound of the waves. I heard them (but that might very well have been the sound of a car outside my window). I felt the spray of the sea on my face, the heat of the sun. Out of nowhere i suddenly heard a voice;

"What colour?"

Still imagining the scene, i said "The sea is blue, the grass is green". It all felt a little silly, but as I did this, the image suddenly seemed to colour itself in as if I had commanded it to. Suddenly without realising what had just happened, the world had materialised around me.

LUCID
Upon realising this, I performed a reality check. I already knew i was in a dream, but it didn't hurt just to clarify. 7 fingers? Most I've had so far. I didn't need to recount them like in previous lucid dreams, having 7 fingers on one hand looks very obvious and out of place. Looking around, I was on the long stretch of concrete that was next to the beach. The place was bustling with people and activity, and i slowly began to walk along with promenade looking around. It was a hot and sunny afternoon, with a slight mist moving in from the ocean. In my head i suddenly heard the same male voice from before; "The boy is at the pier, go look for him" (This is probably related to the last episode of The Walking Dead the flat had watched a few days earlier ).

I slowly walk towards the Pier before turning and looking towards the ocean. I remember thinking to myself; "Heck i'm in control, i don't want to go to the pier, I want to see what swimming is like in a dream". I turn towards the ocean and walk onto the pebble beach. The whole place has a very 60s feel to it (the dream itself has a vintage looking film filter, it was like it had been pulled over my eyes). As i walk towards the ocean, i feel the dream resit against me. It wants me to go to the pier, not the Ocean. I feel the gravity of my body changing and i suddenly begin to feel my legs leave the floor

NON LUCID
I loose Lucidity as my mind goes into that child like it did in my first LD. I begin randomly hovering over to a carousel. A DC looked at me in astonishment, asking "how can you do that? how can you fly?!". His eyes were bulging and he had a rather silly look on his face. I grab hold of one of the carousel's horses and hang there for a while. Other DC begin to question what I am doing. I laugh and push myself off the horse. Suddenly out of nowhere there is a crack and the dream world begins to rip apart. A huge raging wind is blowing creating a sandstorm (on a pebble beach? ). People are running around screaming, and i collapse to the floor.

LUCID
My mind snaps back into lucidity as I hear the male voice from earlier;

"Tell me, what colour? WHAT COLOUR?!"

I have trouble thinking, but after a couple of seconds sputter "blue, the sea is blue, the grass is green, the stones are brown". For the most part the storm eases but the winds are still pretty strong. As i get to my feet, i realise my movement is impaired. I try moving quickly, but it feels like walking into a hurricane. I proceed towards the Pier, clearly the dream wants me to do this.

I look to my left and see an old woman, (looking back on the dream, i don't recognise her, but during it she seemed to be an old friend, which suggests i wasn't fully lucid). We greet each other, and I say to her "I must reach the pier". She says she can't let me go alone and that she must accompany me. We walk towards the pier with the storm gaining strength again. I can feel rain hitting my face, the temperature has dropped considerably since earlier. As we reach the base of the pier we are blocked by a huge crack in the road, I turn to the old woman and say; "This is where i must leave, i must reach the pier". The woman replies with, "Go my love" and suddenly I awake.

The whole last bit of the dream feels blurry, it felt blurry at the time as well, so i'm not entire certain I was fully lucid, but i remember knowing it was a dream as the storm brewed (i was worried i was going to awake and so did my best to stabilise things.