Sean Lennon

09.06.2010

Why Doesn't Anyone Believe Me? (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

After I had my last dream I was determined to have a longer WBTB. I focused on bringing back the beer tap onto my wall. I opened my eyes and began messing with a small square of metal that was loosely screwed into my wall. Instantly recognizing that it didn't belong, I knew I was lucid and decided to tighten the screws to increase lucidity.

My room was so vivid and exact, I didn't want to believe I was asleep. It was the most real dream I've ever had. I got out of bed very slowly. It felt real. I grabbed my cell phone. I didn't know what to expect when I turned it on, but it seemed to function normally until I turned on the camera. I could see through my wall and to the street behind my house. It was still dark outside, and the headlights were bright on the screen of my phone. When I looked up from the screen there were people in my room holding onto handles similar to those on buses. They smiled at me as I understood the fact that I was dreaming and that the dream was stable. I walked out of my room, and to the stairs. I could hear my extended family downstairs. It was time to make a grand entrance. I glided downstairs and touched down like Superman does in the movies, one foot before the other.

I could see my aunt sitting on the couch. I decided that I should show my family that I was dreaming. I flexed my biceps and willed them to grow to ridiculous size. It got a good chuckle, and my dad patted me on the back while saying something about how I was special. I didn't think much of it. I remember walking to the entryway in my house as he told be about a new sitcom that was supposedly the funniest show ever made. I told him I'd give it a chance, but I knew that the show didn't exist.

To explain my next feat, I must describe my entry way. When you walk in my house and look straight up, you can see the landing of th second floor. It overlooks the entryway, and it is guarded from accident by a wooden banister. From floor to ceiling in the open part of the entryway is at least 16'. I wanted to get back to my room in a fun way, so I jumped from the wood floor by the door all the way up to the wooden banister. I grabbed it on my way up and used my momentum to swing myself over it and onto the carpet of the second floor. I strolled back into my room and asked myself aloud what I wanted to do next. The first thought that came into my head was to have my girlfriend come over. I grabbed my phone and decided to meet her downstairs. This time I actually walked down the steps, but I decided first to test my dream strength on the wall by the steps. After all, it wasn't real. I punched a massive hole through the wall, smiled at myself, and went downstairs. My lucidity was starting to fade, because I was losing sight of what I wanted, but I still knew that I was in control.

I went into the garage, and I could see that my youngest brother and my little sister were playing outside. I told them I was dreaming, but they didn't believe me. That attitude changed when I made it rain chocolate pudding. My little brother wasn't pleased, but my sister, Jenna, loved the idea of me making it rain lemonade, so I changed the rain to floating glasses of lemonade. The sun shining through them was pretty, and I stepped outside to get a better look.

The dreamscape started to change, and I was in a backyard with people I didn't know. One was playing a silver trumpet, and I asked if I could play. It's been a long time since I've played, but being a music major in real life, I figured lucid-me would be able to do so. Wrong. I sounded just like I do in real life: so-so. That was the last thing I had control over. My lucid dream was ending, and I had no control over when my college counselor came out of my garage to talk to me about my schedule for the fall. I could see myself following her into the garage, but I was waking up, and that's the last thing I remember.