Raipat

I'm visiting a trade fair and join a small group of female shamans for a workshop. They talk about archaic practices to highten awarenes, especially an exercise where one has to sleep on the top of the roof, which automatically keeps awareness high enough to sleep but not fall over. As we talk about that, I'm warped onto a roof and have to do the exercise. Outside, at night, I nearly lose grip when falling asleep and that makes me lucid. "This already IS a dream! Thank you guys" I think and start to levitate above the house. Then I fly, higher, faster, like a drone above the city. Steering is easy and as I have great control, I like to try to deliberately fly into houses. I expect to softly morph through the ceiling, but I crash though the wall hard. It does not hurt, but the wall bursts and after me going through there is plenty debris. I repeat that for fun a few times, deliberately crashing into walls from fast flight. Then I focus on a big building and after crashing into it, I stay there and look around. I now have to pack stuff and organize clearing the building and move out, as a group of DCs which are some sort of a team I manage, tell me. I start doing that, losing a little of my lucidity in the action, as I stumble over a plastic bag full of rotting trash effusing a horible smell. I quickly leave the room into the hall where a twenty-something old guy aproaches me with a tulip. He mumbles something about an earlier meeting and a promise I would have made. I don't remember anything about that and feel very uncomfortably, besieged as his intentions are clear and I'm not gay. I decide to leave the scene, saying that I have to leave. I then awaken.

That dream happened around 6 am after WBTB and "failed" SSILD.

From the dark void I enter into my favourite dream starting scene, expecting to reach a little lake at night. The dream teleports me into a forest and now it is daytime, daylight. Coloring is enhanced and seems a little overexposed: too light, too green but a wonderful forest. I am alone here, surrounded by big and tall trees, moss on the floor, big roots everywhere. I decide that I want to have mirrors here (to play with, because I can). Small and big ones appear, hanging on the trees. I try to look into them, try to use them to enter another dreamer's dream. All I see is white empty rooms. Every time I get close enough to a mirror to look into it and I check the emptyness behind, it morphs away. I draw a huge rectanle in the air, painting another golden-bordered mirror into a tree. Again I see a blurry myself and then a white empty room. As I try to step into the mirror, I'm kicked out of the dream. I manage to reenter the dream but then lose lucidity shortly after being involved in a picnic in the woods.