Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Notes:
This was my first good lucid dream in months. If only I could remember more of what happened towards the end.
It was starting to get dark. I was walking towards the kitchen in my house, which was located on the first floor. It had cherry hardwood floors, a round glass table, and four bar-stool like chairs. There was also an island, which had a granite countertop, same as the rest of the countertops along the walls. Everything looked normal, albeit the lights were off so I couldn't see as well.
Then and there, I became lucid. "Wait a second, things don't feel right." Then, I plugged my nose and checked to see if I could breathe, which worked. "Oh my god, I'm fucking dreaming!" I exclaimed, getting excited in the usual way. I looked at my hands because I hadn't done the finger-count RC for a while. Everything looked normal; I actually counted five fingers on each hand. I looked away, and I still strongly knew that I was in a dream so I checked again. This time, I saw six fingers on my left hand, and five normal fingers on my right, with an additional pinky coming off the side of my hand. I touched it and I could feel with that finger. It was gross.
Something strange happened next - I wasn't excited and didn't get too focused on my hands, but things around me still began to get blurrier and grow larger. The color scheme of the dream became light lime, grey, and white, and I couldn't discern ordinary objects from one another anymore. I looked at my hands, which were also slightly blurry but looked normal, and rubbed them together. "Clarity, clarity, clarity," I said until the dream returned to its "normal" appearance. But I wasn't in the kitchen anymore, I was outside on the driveway. It was daytime; the sky was pale blue.
At this point, I didn't know what I wanted to do, so I expected a car to drive up onto the street connected to the driveway. I did this without visualizing the car itself, although I wanted an Audi of some sort. A car turned the corner and it was amazing - an Audi R8 convertible had stopped in front of me. It was light silver with the black accents on the side. I didn't expect to see someone driving the car, but my subconscious chose Edward Norton. He had a buzz cut and he was wearing a dark, pale green golf shirt. "Get in, hurry up!" he said, smiling.
I was a bit disconcerted. As I opened the door, which required very little effort, I asked him, "why are you here?"
He laughed, looking down at the wheel. "In that case, you drive." He got out and walked away from the car, disappearing around the corner.
I hopped over to the driver's side and started to drive. I pushed down on the gas pedal as hard as I could. The car accelerated to perhaps 30 km/h, but that wasn't fast enough even though I was slamming down on the gas. Instead of simply expecting it to go faster, I rammed my foot onto the pedal harder, and the car eventually sped up. It reached a top speed of about 120 km/h, which felt amazing.
"Woohoo!" I exclaimed, once again becoming excited. I could feel myself being pushed back into my seat, as well as the wind around me.