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I went to bed around 23:10 and spend 10 minutes reading. After that I did a DY exercise (focus on 1 thought, 6 minutes). I woke up around 05:00 I think, went to the toilet and didn't really fall asleep again until 07:00 or maybe even 08:00. It's now 10:00

24
This dream had quite a number of repititions in it. I'm inside a building. Not sure if I'm bodily present or just a spectator. I'm in a sort of lobby with an escalator. I'm looking at the outer wall, which consists of glass panels with a black framework. I can clearly see that it's daytime. There are two white cops. One is a woman, the other a guy. There are also two freerunners. I think also one male, one female. I think the freerunners perform a bit at the insistence of the female cop. They are standing in the lobby. One of them runs to the exit a bit to the left and then once outside, runs all the way to the right, along the glass wall. The other one immediately runs right. I think this is one of the repeated moments which happens more than once. I think at some point one of the freerunners does a sideflip outside.

My view is from outside the building now. The male cop brings the car around and the female cop joins him. They have been called in for an emergency.

At this point it's Jack Bauer and I who are responding to the emergency. We're inside an office building. There's a group of white women who presumably work there. They were just about to leave, but we make them show us the way. At least one of them is clearly grandma age. Guns drawn, we move towards an elevator. It's not really an elevator though. It's more of a vertically moving platform. I look up and I can tell that there's nowhere to go as there is a ceiling right above us. Someone (Jack?) presses the 2 button and we move 2 floors down. One of the ladies (the grandma?) makes a flirty comment to me. I respond quite seriously to it and am not interested. Jack and I move along a hallway.

Jack and I have taken cover behind a wall with a big glass window in it. We're laying on the floor so that the wall can conceal us. In front of us is a huge area, which is hard to describe. I think it's still inside, but there are sort of islands. I see things happening from another perspective (or maybe I saw this part earlier already). Rachel from Friends is laying on her back on the ground just behind a desk. There's a dude crouched close to her. His boss is telling him that he's fired and he loses it. He rips open one of the upperbody layers that Rachel is wearing. I see a nipslip moment. He then proceeds to place one hand on her breast and slides another into her pants. She is somewhat shocked and starts to scream for help. This part repeats as well and this time the dude holds one hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming. There's another dude who takes advantage of the whole situation and starts talking to the rapey dude to further destabilise him and turn it into a whole hostage situation. That's why Jack and I are here.

We're still behind the wall. The office ladies, mostly old women I think, are walking through the hallway in our direction. We try to motion them away, because they might draw the attention of the hostagetakers. They get the hint, but one of them makes a loud popping sound with her prosthetic whatever, which sounds like a gun reloading. The guy has heard it and moves in on us. This part also repeats, but this time there are young kids instead of office women. One time the guy walks up to the glass window and doesn't see us. Another time he sees us, but I'm busy reloading my gun softly, so I'm not prepared to shoot him. Another time he sees only Jack, who quickly passes me his gun before surrendering, as I don't have one of my own.

The hostagetaker has murdered the 21 year old black president of an African country and an old white lady. A young girl is still alive. The dude comes up close to us (we're still behind the wall) and plays with some kind of toy factory with a tiny conveyor belt and mini pizza's or something alike. I'm tempted to do something with the conveyor belt (can't recall what), but I don't. It's all really weird. I think eventually Jack loses his shit over the dude killing the little girl, but I'm not too sure about that. A shoot out ensues, which I think also repeated itself. One time I had the 'weak' gun and another I had the 'strong' one, which is Jack's. Damn the strong one is awesome. I end up giving the hostagetaker an execution shot. Jack bulletsprays and some point, and nearly hits me. It's the weak gun though, so it's ok. I can see the path of the bullets he's fired.

I'm standing on the island close to where Rachel was. I'm holding a yellow, plastic, flower handbag toy which is a boombox. Different beats come out of it if you twist some knobs. I'm with KRS-ONE and I make him do a freestyle.

Fragment
» I can't recall the scenery, but there's a guy who's using a showerhead to shower me (not sure if I had clothes on or not). He aims it at my head and I tell him not to make my hair wet.

» I'm on a ship with a group of people. It's an old timey trade ship and we're out in the middle of the ocean. At some point I'm with at least one classmate. Polgara is also present at some point, as I send someone to go get her. I recall us being in a harbour at night and also that I dropped some glasswork on deck which needed cleaning. There's also another old ship in the harbour. I take the 'wheel' and I crash into a lot of stuff while reversing. It's too bad I didn't take notes for this one, cause it was definitely interesting.

I went to bed at 23:30. I woke up around 07:00, rolled around in my bed for a while and eventually fell asleep again. It's now 08:45 (I snoozed a few times).

Fragment
» It's already dark outside. I'm in a park. I'm following a guy who seems quite creepy and pervy. I kill him, I believe because someone gave me the assignment to do so.

Persistent housemate
I'm standing in a kitchen. I'm not myself. Instead I'm Garion, one of the main characters from a book I'm reading. There's another person in the kitchen. A guy, I think my housemate. I have been assigned to kill him in a very specific way that involves poisoning him. It's too complicated and I go for another method. Eventually I decide to throw two knifes at his chest. He throws one knife back and I'm scared for a moment. I'm sort of frozen in fear and can't do much to evade the knife. I'm lucky however, as the hilt of the knife hits me in the throat, leaving me unharmed. I don't think he also threw the second knife back. He doesn't make much of an effort to fend of this attack. I take a metal watercooker and hit him with it several times. It's still warm. So warm that I can't have my skin touch the metal for too long, cause it hurts. I decide to push the metal against his.. face? This guy is still alive. I consider pouring the hot water over him, though I can't recall actually doing so. At some point Polgara, another character from the book, joins me in the kitchen. She doesn't do anything though. I feel like she is on my side and 'outranks' me a bit. Eventually I'm in the hallway with my housemate and I throw him down the stairs. Just at the moment that I let go, someone rings the doorbell. I mention to Polgara, who is still standing in the kitchen, that this is just perfect. We'll pretend he fell down the stairs while wanting to answer the doorbell and that's how he died. I'm aware of the fact that I'm ignoring the knife wounds in his chest, but I honestly don't really care anymore. That guy was insanely difficult to kill. I go down to answer the door. My housemate has someone ended up outside. I walk outside (it's daytime) and I look at the remains of his body. There's barely half a body left. There are two men standing in the garden basically not caring at all. I still pretend to be shocked by the fact that I have just found my housemate in this condition. The guys are gangsters of sorts and they wanted to deal with my housemate and his girlfriend I think. They go up the stairs and towards one floor above the kitchen, where my housemate's room is.

WILD
After waking up I laid down comfortably again. After a while I noticed that I was quite aware while I was transitioning into a dream. The dream hadn't stabilised yet though, which made me wonder if perhaps I was just caught up in my thoughts. I could still hear a sound from the real world. I didn't consider the idea that I was WILDing and I moved around a bit, which snapped me out of it.

Went to bed around 23.30, then spent until midnight reading, though it was an ebook. Couldn't fall asleep for perhaps an hour and slept until somewhere between 08:00 and 08:30, also waking up somewhere during the night. Stayed in bed until 09:00 before writing all this down. I feel like I had a dream where I was very aware to my situation, maybe even lucid, but I can't recall it. I just have this feeling that it occurred.

Kiss
I'm with Alexandra and Vitri. We're chilling somewhere, I guess inside. The girls are both about 1 metre in front of me. Alexandra is a bit to the left, Vitri a bit to the right. I think they're laying down. I myself am seated. I assume on a lower level, because the height difference between our heads is less than it should be if someone is laying down and the other is sitting upright. At some point Alexandra does something with her head to indicate that she wants a kiss from me. I give her a quick kiss on the lips. After the fact I consider the fact that I have a girlfriend. Still, it doesn't really feel like I did something wrong, as Alexandra also just kissed.. [I don't know. It doesn't feel like she kissed Vitri, but she is the only other person I recall being there]. It's more of a friendly thing in my mind.

Embarrassing
I'm in class. It has the feel of my highschool. My best friend, who I went to highschool with, is with me. The teacher asks us all if we agree to talk about a certain topic. It's a topic that we're gonna consider to be embarrassing. We're ok with it, I guess. My friend is first. I'm not really looking forward to my turn. As part of this assignment or another one, someone decides to dress up. I think it might have been another good friend of mine, who I also went to highschool with. Suddenly at some point he decides he doesn't want to do it this way. Instead, he gets back in his suit (or the suit is his way of dressing up for this assignment). He is in the back of the room and lies down on a couch. It's all an act. He receives a phone call. It's from the teacher at the front of the class. She called him to help his act. He says something and the teacher, reading from a script, replies back. As I'm standing close to the teacher, I can hear my friend's voice coming through her phone.

Presenting
There are presentations. I think at first we have to hold them outside on a walking bridge, with the rest of the group being seated on ground level. One of my lecturers from uni is in charge. There are maybe 15 - 20 people working in groups. We're seated in 2 rows on white, plastic chairs. I'm seated on the backrow, with my partner Dr. Dre [who seems not as big as in real life] sitting before me. I'm not feeling too confident about presenting and I would like him to do it. He says he doesn't wanna do it and smoothly moves to the backrow. Aw come on man! Dr. Dre! As if he's afraid of public appearances.

I'm up on the walking bridge. Something about this dream has something to do with Van der Valk [hotels located along the highway]. Maybe that's where we are. I'm doing my presentation, talking about several key points of a certain article. I'm not very well prepared however. After a while it's someone else's turn and I remain up on the walking bridge as well.

We're now seated in a room. Ce'Nedra [character in a book I'm reading] is standing in front. I can't recall exactly what she was doing. I don't think it was presenting. She's wearing a big dress. Close to her feet, just behind/to the side of her is an owl. It has a certain mystique, but also a cartoony look. Someone tells her to watch out for the owl, as this is the one that we've been waiting for that will give her a valuable clue. Instead she moves about wildly. Idiot. For some reason her dress has disappeared, but she is still wearing clothes.

FIFA
I'm playing FIFA with Tim, a classmate from highschool. The only thing is that it's sort of real. I'm on the field and I'm actually going through all the movements. In my mind it's still FIFA though. At some point, the ball exits the field close to the goal post of the opponent. The ref doesn't see it and the game continues. Our team manages to score, but the ref also doesn't notice this, even though the ball was very obviously in the goal. Tim asks me what's up and I tell him that I'm not sure what's occurring. I also tell him that at the point where the ball exited the field, some World of Warcraft stuff was occurring over there.

Played FIFA for the first time in at least a month yesterday. I've never played WoW in my life. Yesterday evening, just before going to bed, I was looking up a map to the fantasy book that I'm reading. I accidentally ended up with a WoW map.

Forest
I'm in a forest with Tim. It's a big natural looking playground, but obviously man made. Tim says something to someone in Indonesian. It's a three word sentence "... pau ....". I don't understand a thing. I ask him for the translation and he tells me it means something with 'smelly ass' and it referred to the person he was shouting it at. Once I have the translation I get that pau was supposed to be bau, but the other 2 words are unfamiliar to me. The word he used for ass is incorrect.. or is it a synonym?

I'm with a girl in this forest. We're friends, but sort of also something more than friends. We can't let her parents know however, as they wouldn't approve. Here comes her mom. First I try to walk away, but I'm told to stay. I almost make the mistake of addressing her with the wrong title in Indonesian. I think I almost said mbak instead of tante, and then I almost said tan instead of tante.

Something else has occurred in this forest. Someone [my ex girlfriend's dad?] has some precious stone he wants us to have a look at. He left it unguarded somewhere. I would have never done that if it was so precious...

Bathrobe
I'm standing in the door opening to the room in my student home. I'm wearing a white bathrobe. Karen is walking along the hallway, wearing the same thing. Just as I'm in the process of closing the door to my room, she attempts to walk in. I make a comment about it, though I don't remember what exactly. Something about if she is coming into my room or if she intends to go to her own room. She seemed kinda absent minded.

Awake, Non-lucid dream, Lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

[Sorry this post is so fragmented. Lately, I seem to be able to recall individual dream scenes, but not the transitions between them. I don't remember specifically when or how I became lucid last night, either.]

I'm in a shop filled with soft slippers, which are all hung on a giant, high white wall display as well as family formal wear in the section furthest back. I see a pair of soft, purple thong slippers that I really want, but I have to ask the store clerk to get them down from the wall for me.

I'm at the Matterhorn in Disneyland. I look up and see people emerging from a hole in it, and standing on the terraced stage built into the south side. There are stairs leading down from the and into the mountain. There are a whole bunch of people up there; they're all part of a wedding party and are posing for a picture. [I think I may have become lucid at this point, or maybe it was at the beginning of this scene, I don't remember.] I come closer and see that there is an open space in the bottom of the mountain, which is set up as a wedding chapel. I look up from it into the hollow, rocky interior of the mountain, thinking that the roller coaster track must spiral around the outside. There's someone kneeling down at the front of the chapel space to pray; I feel like I ought to do the same, but I decide to keep on walking out of the chapel and keep exploring.

I enter another building of some kind, where there is a woman sitting behind a desk. She talks to me at length about something [I don't recall what]. Fully lucid by this point, I say in a rather rude and snippy tone, "I'm leaving to find something more interesting to do." I turn and walk out the door. [I work in tech support; I have to be nice to people I talk to on the phone. I'm not surprised that I was inclined to be snippy toward one of my DCs; it's a good way to release stress and frustration without hurting a real person's feelings.]

I wander around outside in a city. I look at a handheld GPS device, and it shows me that I am at the edge of one of many irregularly-shaped city blocks, separated by streets that go in all different directions with no pattern. I observe aloud, "GPS works in a dream because I expect it to." Two adjacent blocks are labeled "Omaha" and "Paris," yet when I turn around and look up, I see what is clearly the tallest tower from the LA skyline. I smile at this juxtaposition and say, "I love the dream world."

At this point, the dream begins to fade, and I begin to be aware of my real body again. I think, "I don't want to wake up yet!" I try to visualize the dream environment I was just in. The mental image becomes clearer, and I successfully get back into the dream without having woken up fully. [Amazing! I've never had a dream re-entry that smooth or elegant before. I didn't know I could do that!]

I'm exploring the entrance to a long, narrow storage room in another house. The room extends off to the left of the narrow door. While trying to get something out, I accidentally cause the two layers of freestanding shelves that run the length of the room to collapse sideways and to the left. I step back and try to restore the shelves by snapping my fingers, like a Q from Star Trek. It doesn't work the first two times. I try to concentrate and focus my intentions more clearly and specifically on what I am trying to do, and then snap my fingers again. It still doesn't work.

My real-life friend JB and I are in a house that belongs to some intelligent dragons. He talks to the dragons for a bit, and then he leaves to continue the quest he's on. As he leaves the house, icons appear in the air around him, representing his current quest statistics (money, inventory, life points, goals achieved, and so on), like in a computer RPG.

[This is a catch-up post. This dream took place on the night of November 20-21, 2012. The title of this dream is in Japanese, and is read "Sora ni Tondeiru Yumebito-Tai." It literally means "Flying in the Sky Dream Person Team (or Corps)." The dream felt a lot like being in an episode of an anime series, so I gave it a title that would be suitable for an anime series.]

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm outside somewhere, lying in the warm sun. The sun's rays are making me too hot in my flannel pajamas. I'm wearing dark-colored plaid pajama bottoms [the same ones I'm wearing in real life], and a white flannel pajama top with red roses on it [the same pattern as on a bedspread my mom has at her house].

I'm in a large department store, filled with racks of cold-weather accessories and other clothes. I'm wandering through the racks by hopping up off the floor, hovering above it for a few seconds as I float forward, and then sinking back down. After several repetitions of this, I think, Hmm, this is longer than I should be able to float like this. Oh - that's because I'm dreaming.

I fly out of the room with the clothes and winter accessories and into a larger room. It's still part of the same store, but it has a higher ceiling and has a skylight. I stop to ground myself in the dream by landing on the ground and touching things with my hands, including some packages of batteries that are hanging up on a rack. It works.

I join up with a a group of kid DCs that includes Merida from Brave and a curly-haired blond boy. We all set off from the department store together to battle some evil force. We run out of the store and come to a hilltop that overlooks an ocean bay. Some of us, including Merida and myself, jump off the top of the hill and start flying over the bay. I shout “Woohoo!” as I jump off. I notice that some of the others in the group are simply running down the hill, rather than flying. [For the first time, it seems perfectly natural to me that some DCs can fly, too, and I don't feel any need to hide the fact that I can fly, as I usually do when I'm around DCs.]

All of us, those who ran and those who flew, reassemble at our destination, which is a small house on the cliff overlooking the ocean. We realize we're being pursued by some kind of monster that will kill us and eat us. There is a newspaper article about the monster in the house. The kids all seem to be sure that the monsters have found us, that they're coming, and that we're all doomed. For a second, I'm genuinely afraid, but then I remember: Oh, yeah, this is a dream. I know what this most likely means. I roll my eyes and announce to the group: “They aren't really monsters, they're just tasks that I haven't done and that I feel bad about.” [Or words to that effect.] I think about it for a moment and come up with what that task must be - paying a bill [among other things that I don't remember now]. Everyone in the group seems to relax, and no monsters ever actually appear at the house.

One of the DCs in the group says to another, “See about adopting her [meaning me] into the practice.” They are both young men, about 17-19 years old. The second one looks at me and says, “You're [Emiko].... Roboto.” [He used my real-life first name.] I reply, “Yes, that's a name I've used here before. I don't really like it, though.” [Huh? That's definitely not my real-life last name, and I certainly don't remember using it in a dream before. It was a big part of my childhood, though.] I say something about how grateful I am to have been accepted into this group of people, even with my mismatched pajamas. I'm still wearing the same dark pajama pants and light pajama top from the very beginning of the dream, while most of the other people in the group are wearing neat, matching, school-uniform-like outfits. [This isn't surprising; I was an anime fan for a long time, and a lot of the characters in the shows I liked were high school students who wore school uniforms.]

The group of DCs and I all feel a general sense that that is the end of this adventure, but that there will be more in the future. We start flying off over the landscape, looking back at the buildings where we've just been: the big store with the skylight, and a motel [?]. There is an upbeat, exciting rock song playing in the background. It feels exactly like I'm experiencing the end credits of an anime show.

I'm now traveling along in some kind of vehicle with the two young men, watching the scenery pass by from a tree-lined road that runs along the crest of a ridge opposite those buildings. I say to them, “Also, your ending theme song kicks ass.” [I think the context for this was that they thanked me for sticking with them so long at the end of the adventure, and I replied that of course, I wanted to prolong the experience as long as possible and have as much fun as I could. I don't remember the beginning of the conversation very well, though. The song I heard reminded me a little bit of this one, except it was at a faster tempo.]

I have a false awakening in the bed I'm actually in [I was sleeping on a futon because I had family in town that week], where I can see my bare legs, before waking up for real.

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Side notes:
THIS DREAM WAS SO COOL!!!! I hadn't had a really long, fun, clear lucid like this in a while before I had this dream. I was so happy to have it!

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm in my family's house [it doesn't look anything like any of our real houses]. P. has a terrible secret that she can't stand to tell our parents, so she's making me tell them for her. She actually cries when she tries to talk about it, because she feels so bad about it. Information about the secret is hidden on the computer in a file called “Sisters.nxt,” which is the type of file that contains programming instructions for the toy robots we use at my teaching job.

Our parents come in, and I gather my courage and tell Mom the terrible secret. Everyone is upset, including me.

When I woke up, I was quite stunned that it had just been a dream. It had been incredibly vivid and realistic. I actually made mental notes to call my sister and ask her if she was okay, and to to check my real computer later for a file named “Sisters.nxt.” [There was none, of course.]

I'm in my car [my new-to-me one], on my driveway. It rolls backward down the driveway, even though the parking brake is set. [Anxiety. I am afraid of this happening.] As I turn around to look behind me, I see JM backing a big truck up to our driveway. I smile and wave at him.

I'm back in the same house from earlier, with my parents. My mom's hair has suddenly turned gray, and is short and fluffy. It has two parts that come to a point on the top of her head, which she is feeling with her fingertips to find out how they go. My dad's hair is also turning gray. I realize that I'm back in the unfamiliar house that appeared in my previous dream, and therefore, that I'm dreaming.

I turn away from my parents and walk around the house, observing. The rooms are spacious and empty in the middle. Thoughts about how all this is a dream and not real just won't leave me alone, even though I try to ignore them, for fear that thinking about it too much will cause the dream to fade and me to wake up. I remember that I should try to stabilize and ground myself in the dream by engaging more of my senses, so I go looking for something to eat.

One of the rooms of the house is a kitchen. I open the refrigerator and get out one of those little plastic, single-serving cups of applesauce. I open it up and eat it directly out of the cup, by sticking my tongue into it. It tastes just like applesauce, but the flavor isn't as strong as it would be in reality. I also find that my lips are all tingly and semi-numb, as if I'd had a Novacaine shot that was wearing off. I think, That's happening because these sensations of eating aren't real.

[Dreamskip.] I'm outside, and I remember that I wanted to fly in this dream. I try to take off twice, and both times, I succeed only in jumping about six or eight feet and then falling back down to the ground. The first time, I end up on my butt. After the second time, I think, Wait, don't I usually do this just by thinking about flying? So I do, and it works. I fly around the beautiful scenery of a bunch of ocean harbors and inlets with towns on them. At one point, I fly through some power lines [?] intangibly. [I don't feel any sensation associated with it, though.] As I fly, I go, “Wheeee!”

I'm outside a big church building at night, still flying around.

I'm inside a shop full of shoes and other fashion items. It is owned by Yusuf, who is minding it. I fly through the shop and out the front entrance, into a street.

I'm now outside that same big church building during daylight. I say to myself, “It's daytime now because my real body says so.” I say this because I know it must be light outside by now, and I'm sure my body clock knows that. I decide to just walk across the grass to get to the entrance of the church, but then I use a small burst of my flight powers to get up all six steps in one leap.

There is some big event going on on an outdoor lawn, with tents or shade covers set up. [I don't really remember this part very well.]

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Side notes:

Last night was the one-year anniversary of the night I had my first substantial lucid dream. That fact made me really motivated to have another cool lucid dream, and I succeeded in having one. I was really pleased and proud of myself that I had. I wasn't quite as euphoric about it as I was that first night, but I was pretty happy. I'm really happy with what I've experienced in my dream life this year, but, of course, there's much more I want to do and learn. Here's to many more years of lucid dreams!

1. I'm stuck in some sort of prison camp. The guards are making us take Prozac and there is a big cut on my arm. Strangely enough, the other prisoners seem happy to be there. Suddenly these large robots come in and start breaking down all the doors.

2. I'm taking a bus somewhere, but I'm not sure where I am going. I get off and go into a big house. There are lots of people inside who seem quite busy with something. A man passes me on the staircase and I ask "Hey, do you know where the hell we are?". He doesn't seem to know either. I'm holding in my hand a book of french lessons. Suddenly I notice that the book is hollow and full of illicit substances. I walk out into the front yard and suddenly it's sunny out (it was dark when I arrived at the house). I walk out into the driveway and see people that I think I might know all cramming into a car. I walk over to them and try to give them my book. They won't take it and someone scolds me. Someone reaches into my bag and grabs a sandwich that I had packed. I hear the song "Lost Highway" by Hank Williams on the car radio. I pick up a rotting tomato slice on the pavement and take it over to what seems to be a compost bin. I open it up and toss it in, but while I have the lid open, dozens of bees start swarming out and I run away.

3. I feel my rib cage and I am horrified to find that I have lost a very unhealthy amount of weight. All of my ribs are sticking out way further than they should be. Suddenly I can see myself as if I am outside my body. I see my stomach swell out as if I am pregnant, but the rest of me stays frail and skeletal.

4. I'm trying to make burritos, but I keep screwing up the tortillas. They are ripping and unraveling all over the place, and the burrito filling is getting everywhere.

5. I'm in a house that I do not recognize. There is some sort of gathering there. For some reason, Tony Soprano is there. Maybe because I fell asleep watching the Sopranos. I run into him in a room in the house where we are alone, but suddenly the scene melts away and I find myself laying on a staircase. I get up and walk around. I think that I am supposed to meet my mom somewhere. I go outside and look down the hill that the house is on. I see a crowd of people wearing academic robes. I can pick my mom out of the crowd, because her robe is bright green and the rest of the crowd wears black. My cell phone rings and it's my mom calling to tell me that the ceremony is taking a long time.

6. I'm sliding down a road on my stomach, as if I were on a luge headfirst. I am going faster than any car could go. It's kind of like half sliding, half flying. It's night time and I can see the lights of a city in the distance.