Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
This dream was pretty cool.
I was in the kitchen of my house, although it looked different. It had black granite countertops, light wooden countertops, and an island in the middle of the room, topped with the same black granite. There was a black modern stove in the middle of two pieces of counter, like most people have in their homes. I looked at the clock and was already more aware than normal. I became lucid as my gaze turned to the clock, and it read 5:8, aligned to the left. There was a space where the third number should have been.
I did my usual simultaneous "yes" and "woohoo", and turned around to face the door, twenty feet or so away, located in the entrance way. I really wanted it to be light outside, unlike previous lucids. This wasn't exactly a false awakening, but I was in my house, and every time I'd exit my house, it would end up being dark outside. However, the lighting in the house was very close to normal, so I was hoping that'd help in keeping the lighting equal. I walked towards the door and opened it, expecting it to be light outside. As the door turned, I became a bit excited because the whole neighborhood was light, as if it were daytime. I slowly walked out the door, expecting my mother to be on the other side, and she was. I ignored her because that was pretty much just a control test, and walked down the driveway and onto the two-lane road. My street's a crescent, so it's a T-shaped road; one large road turns over into a small loop, which was where my house was. There was cars slowly driving by on the road, but in the wrong direction. I recognized this and laughed.
I looked down the crescent and that was when I saw a shiny red truck, similar to an F-150, going down the street, onto the curb, and then onto the front yards, destroying grass.
"Stop!" I shouted to it.
The truck let out a hollow-sounding honk and kept going.
"Where's my control now?" I cursed, upset.
Then I saw a young girl, probably four or five years of age tops, playing with a yellow toy dumptruck in the yard. The truck was heading right towards it.
Should I save her, even if she wasn't real? I didn't want to waste my lucid time doing that. "Fine," I said, somewhat arguing with myself, and ran towards the truck. It began to drive over me when I pushed my hand into the bottom bumper and it shot up into the air, flipping a few times and then landing on its side. Its wheels were still turning as a generic man got out of the trunk... From the bottom of it (not visible because it was overturned and I was on the other side), not using the doors or windows.
I forgot all about the girl and continued to fling and punch out cars as they drove by. My control had returned; if it hadn't, I'd probably have gotten run over.
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