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Lucid #30: Fire Escape

I'm leading a group of perhaps a dozen small children down a fire escape. We're on the third floor, there's no railing (!), and the kids are wandering everywhere. I'm holding hands with two of them and trying desperately to corral the others with my feet. My anxiety level is out of sight and I don't know how to get them down safely. To my horror, a pair of the kids wander off of the unrailed fire escape, falling to the ground below. One of the fallen kids seems to hurt his ankle and the other gets a huge gash on his arm. I scoop the rest of the kids up under my arms and run down to the bottom, grateful that they're not more badly hurt.

Later, Wife and I are standing on a viewing platform at the top of a skyscraper. It's night and I'm leaning against the railing, recounting to her what happened, still feeling really rotten. I tell her, "It was like some kind of nightmare..." I get suspicious, perform a nose pinch RC and now I have it all figured out.

I'm overjoyed not only to be lucid but also that nobody actually got hurt and none of that earlier stuff even happened. I float up and then fly off into the night, forgetting entirely to say goodbye to Wife. I fly over the city, circling around another skyscraper before banking left. Ahead of me is an empty bridge that crosses a bay. I fly under it, performing a high-speed barrel roll as I go. It feels amazing, but as I emerge from under the bridge, my vision goes completely dark.

I'm still flying, though. I can feel cool air rushing past my body, so I just go with it, flying blind for a while. I don't want to lose my lucidity so I start belting out songs that talk about flying. I think that I may have mostly performed Foo Fighters' "Learn to Fly" but I sometimes suffer from musical confusion in lucid dreams. Whatever song it was, I was really going for it and I became vaguely worried that my sleeping body might be singing too.

I suddenly find myself standing in our master bedroom, no longer in flight. The room's dark and Wife is asleep on her side of the bed, but I'm not fooled. Still dreaming. For some reason, I drag our bookcase out into the middle of the room to see how realistic it feels. (Very.) But then I worry that Wife will get up to go the bathroom and run into it, so I shove it back into place.

I float downstairs and head to the back door. I know that it's deadbolted shut, so I phase through, the glass pane chilling my skin like cool water. I remember that I want to find Purgatory for the Task of the Month. I imagine as Dante described it -- as a terraced mountain located somewhere in the seas of the southern hemisphere. I take flight again and start looking for it. I realize now that I flew north instead of south... oops! Somehow I wind up flying into a huge cavern that takes me downward into a sewer, where I'm soon lost.

Rather than flowing with things, I become alarmed and want to find my way out of this "mess" to get back on track. The ceilings are low so I'm forced to run through the (fortunately quite pristine) sewer water. There's daylight somewhere up ahead and I race through twisting, turning passageways to find it.

I finally spot a hole in the ceiling up ahead with daylight streaming through it (is it daytime now?) Unfortunately, along with the daylight, a steady stream of enormous, squealing rats is pouring in through the hole as well. They come right for me, and I'm not thinking clearly enough to come up with a clever plan. I punch the rats in the head or their potato-like bodies when they draw near, and each time I do the rat flops limply onto its back, not moving.

I'm almost to the hole when Erik Estrada himself steps in front of me, telling me to stop. I've unfortunately gotten swept up into caveman mode and I summon a weapon with which to fight Erik Estrada. Fortunately, I look at my right hand and discover that the "weapon" I summoned is just a modest zucchini squash. As the dream fades, I tell Erik Estrada that I am "really sorry about that", but he doesn't seem to hear.

I was with my friends. We were walking down down to a train station, I don't know where. Once we arrived, I noticed that you had two type of passes to get on the train. The "poor" pass and the "regular" pass. Regular passes were much more expensive than the poor passes. So we just bought some poor passes, thinking, this can't be that bad. So we walked to where we were supposed to board. A sign above us said "poor". To the right a little ways was the "regular" sign. We walked under the poor sign and sighed at the scene ahead of us.

A gaping sewer was in front of us, with only a narrow walkway to use when walking through it. The walkway was positioned attached to the sewer wall, and it was like a ramp. Once you got to the end of this ramp, you had to jump over a small gap (sewer water filled this gap), if you missed, you fell in. And you don't want to fall in.

I carefully walked down the ramp with my buddies behind me. We inched along the wall, trying not to make any sudden moves. When I got to the end of the ramp, I crouched down for some reason. Looking into the water, I see tons of small greyish-brownish things. No, they're not what you think they were. I looked closer and saw their ears, whiskers, and tail. It was rats! Hundreds and hundreds of rats were being swept about this sewer!

Disgusted, I decided to jump. I made it across gingerly, but one of my friends fell in. He immediately hopped onto where I was standing, and he was okay. We all made it safely to the train. I bet we stunk though.

When we got to the circus later on, my friend told me she was one of the ringleader's biggest fans. I told her to go talk to him. After a while, she came back and told me that he had given her a regular pass for the train. I got jealous.

I was in a huge sewer. One part sloped upwards and was filled with pepperoni pizzas and beach balls. I saw my mom. She asked if I wanted to play catch. Oh, not with the beach balls, with the pizzas. After a while I said I needed to go, because I had to collect the pizzas for something my mom got really mad, saying the only reason I played pizza catch was so that I could take the pizzas after.

Non-Lucid


The reason I chose this title is because this dream is too weird to give a matching name. It includes princesses, sewers and theme parks.

When the dream started I was in our school with another guy I didn't know. I hardly got the time to look around as we charged into a classroom that was empty save for a girl in a wide, pink dress. She started mocking us about how we'd fallen into her trap (wait, trap?) and then some guys armed with close-combat weapons (swords, maces, etc) came in through the door we just used and drove us into a corner. The guy who was with me jumped through a hole in the ground and urged me to do the same.

The unfriendly looking guys with weapons were enough encouragement for me so I jumped into the hole as well, landing in water. I looked around and noticed I was in the sewers. Nobody came after us so I assumed we were safe and I started swimming in the direction the other guy was swimming. I quickly caught up to him and overtook him because I wanted to get out as quickly as possible. But then I noticed something in the distance; we were swimming straight towards a waterfall! I turned around and luckily the current wasn't strong enough to pull me towards the waterfall. I kept swimming backwards on my back and entered the larger space we were in when we entered. The other guy had climbed onto a metal chain hanging from the ceiling and I soon noticed why.

Behind me were a lot of machines in the water, apparently for cleaning the water. Because I was lying on my back I noticed them too late and when I got up straight in the water to prepare swimming forwards on my belly my left shoulder got caught inside of one of the machines. The machine didn't hurt me when I got caught in it, but if I'd get any further in I'd be crushed. Lucky for me, the other guy had gotten to me already and quickly pulled me out. I decided it'd be better to climb up one of those chains as well. While hanging there, I noticed the ceiling was made of loose rocks. I started pulling the chain and some rocks began to get loose. The other guy started too and I hoped somebody at the top would notice the trembling.

So it did as a few seconds later an excavator came through the ceiling and picked us up, placing us safely above the ground again. When I looked around I noticed the other guy was gone, as was the excavator. I was standing in the middle of what appeared to be a large theme park, with a lot of canals running through it. It looked a bit like Venice. I walked to the shore of the nearest canal and climbed into a boat my parents were in as well. They were all sitting at a huge table loaded with all kinds of food. I sat down as well and dug in. When we were finished eating a waiter appeared out of nowhere (we had already set sail) and asked us to pay the bill. To my horror, I had to pay my own share! I tried to ask my parents about that but they were suddenly gone, leaving me in a restaurant (the boat and the theme park had vanished completely) with the waiter. I paid him the money, walked out of the restaurant and woke up.

I missed a lot of chances to become lucid in this weird dream, but I did gain something from it! So far all of my dreams had my parents in them, so now I can safely assume they are a dream sign. Hopefully that will help me getting a succesfull DILD!

First Entry! Woot!
I had three dreams last night which for me is the most I've ever had in a single night.
In my first dream, I remember seeing a zombie in a sewer from a 3rd person, backside view. It then transitioned to a top view of another zombie holding on to the edge of a manhole, and then falling down into the darkness. It got all blurry after that and I woke up
My second was really short. It was a first-person dream of me getting out of bed, and then it faded and I woke up. (non-lucid false awakening?)
The third was the longest. I remember my dad and I playing some game that resembled Battlefield BC:2, but it was turn-based. (I realized after the dream how stupid a game concept this was..) I knew my dad was playing because he was on mic, talking. After a while of playing it faded into me walking upstairs and looking down at some clay sculpture or plaster cast of some broken up military backpack. I also remember contemplating taking it in the shower with me for some odd reason O_O

Mexican Excursion
Non-lucid

I'm driving on what I recognize in the dream to be I-69 S, a highway I used to take to get to my girlfriend's old house. I miss a major dreamsign here, because I know for a fact that I69 doesn't go south, it only goes north of my house. Anyway, I'm driving down the highway, and see the sign for the Mexican border. Oddly enough there are no checkpoints, tollbooths or anything, just a sign. I decide 'What the heck, I'll go on a little adventure, I'm not doing anything today. So I head on into Mexico. For some reason I'm driving on a bridge over a forest now, I look down and see thousands of trees as far as the eye could see. I'm distracted by something and I drive off the bridge. I guess I got knocked out, when I came to, my car was no where in sight. I call my mom, and say 'Guess what?' She apparently knew I was driving near the Mexican border, because she says 'You didn't decide to go to mexico just because you were driving so close did you?' I laugh and tell her I did, only I accidentally drove off the bridge. She sighs and we hang up. I start searching for my car, still chuckling to myself about how she knew what I did. There is a large, slow moving river with several logs laying across it. I cross the river, and start searching in the direction of the US. I climb a hill, and find a man at the top. The man doesn't speak much English, but he speaks more than I speak Spanish. He asks me if I have lost my car (ROFL). I tell him I have, and ask him to help me find it. He agrees and starts asking me questions about the car in English. I answer him in Spanish. (I managed a fast food restaurant for a year or so, and picked up a bit of Spanish from my cooks)

Jump

We are now in the sewers. It's not stinky as you might imagine, but it's dark, damp, and a little chilly. I am not looking for my car anymore, I am looking for a little girl. He thinks she might be in here, so we continue searching. We find a child's doll on the ground, in a spot of light shining down through from the surface. We turn down that corridor, and reach a small room. (Like the sewer rooms from Oblivion) He turns around and pulls out a pistol. He speaks perfect English now, and tells me his story. Of course I don't remember the story lol. He is pointing a pistol at me the whole time, and the little girl is behind him. After he finishes his story, I take his pistol, point it at him, and with the girl, start backing out of the room. After we get out, we turn around and start running. The man's younger associate comes runnning after us with a Kriss smg (I had read an article about them the night before) He catches us and we are now in a tiny cage, barely enough room for us both. He holds up the cage, and suddenly I've got long, slender, razor sharp teeth. I decide I feel like an animal in this cage, so I bite his fingers. I imagine how painful that would be, having my long teeth tear into his flesh. Ouch. He lets go of the cage, and catches it with his other hand. Then he stupidly holds it by the bars again, so I give him another chomp.
I wake up.
I now notice that not once in the dream did I see the little girl. Also the man who I met in the forest looked like Mr. Panucci from Futurama. LOL

I am walking through the neighbouring backyards towards my parent's house. As I get closer to my parent's backyard I see that there is a large, suspended wooden and rope bride that goes back into a vast forest behind their house. The forest is like the one that existed there when I was a kid but this one isn't small and continues far out into horizon, what would in reality the rest of the city, now untouched wilderness. The day is bright and warm and their is a clear blue sky. It is close to the end of summer and some of the trees are starting to change colour and drop their leaves.

At the foot of the bridge is a pack of wolves play fighting with each other. They are not small but seem not quite adults yet. There are about five or six wolves and they are wide varieties of colours. One wolf is almost completely white except for a patch of black on his face and left side. One wolf is completely black. One wolf is kind of brownish grey and the rest were grey and white. I have the sense that there are several species of wovles present, but they run and play together as if they were one pack, one family.

A few of the wolves take notice of me but do not approach or make any hostile gestures but seem nervous. I think that it is so cool that not only is there an endless forest behind my parent's house but there are wolves living in it. The wolves stop playing and gather into a circle with their heads pointing in. I hear one of them say something in a strange mix of wolf growls and human speech, but the sound wasn't horrible nor hard on the ears. It was almost musical. When he is done talking all the wolves look up at me, then back at themselves, then back at me (which kind of freaks me out a little) before suddenly turning towards the bridge and running along it into the forest.

Almost at the same time many people arrive with cameras and binoculors, from around front of my parent's house, and ask where they can find a newly released pack of wolves. They are tourists and they want to see the wolves in their new home. I suddenly feel very protective of the wolves and demand that the people get out of my backyard. I feel that they will not be able to survive if tourists are allowed to disturb their privacy all year round. I have the overpowering urge to run down the bridge and try to catch up with the wolf pack. I do not get on the bridge right away but wait until all the tourists are gone. I do not want any one to follow me.

When it is safe I start running along the bridge and it twists and turns through the thick forest. I run for some time but do not seem to get tired no matter how fast or far I run, but running on the bridge is difficult because it sways and rocks quite a bit and I do not want to fall off of it (even though it is suspended, it actually is not that far off the ground). After a while a small clearing appears and the suspended bridge comes to and end at a small wooden stair that leads down to the ground and to a wooden boardwalk that continues on into the forest. My unlimited endurance disappears and it is now very tiring to follow this path. I continue on along the boardwalk anyway and as I walk I pass or am passed by all sorts of people dressed for autumn hiking.

I suddenly become aware this forest is a national park. The wolves being reintroduced is a big deal or something because it is the first project of it's time (to reintroduce wolves into the wild so far south in Ontario) but the reason why most of my home town has disappeared and been replaced with a forest is not revealed in the dream and I am confused as to why the edge of the national park is literally in my backyard. Why is it so close to the edge of the city? I walk for a while and the boardwalk comes to an end. A well worn path in the earth continues on for a bit before splitting into two directions at the bottom of a steep hill. The path leading right circles around the hill along a marshy lake or pond. The left path is straight up the steep hill and over. I choose the path on the left because there are less people on it and it seems to lead back into the nature reserve. I am still hoping that I can find the wolves, though I start to feel that I am doing exactly what I want to save them from: constant disurbance of their privacy. I come to at what I first thought was a clearing but turned out to be the sudden end of the forest. I walk out into a parking lot for visitors to the national park. The sun is begining to set.

The parking lot circles around the north park of the park and comes to an octangular tower, beyond which is a soccer field and a rose garden combination. There are many people standing around a fountain in the right side of the field. The fountain is covered with a rose bush that has large, bright red roses on it. The vividness and beauty of the roses seems to contrast the unusually large black thorns hiding underneath the flowers. I walk through the feild and on the other side is a street with houses along it. I see the pack of wolves running up the street towards an overpass that has a large drainage pipe that leads along the ground back into the nature reserve.

I try to catch up with the wolves but they run into the drainage pipe. The wolf that is white with black patches watches me for a moment, like he is waiting for me to catch up before taking off into the pipe as well. I reach and enter the drainage pipe and find that there is ankle deep water and debris. I cannot see the end of the tunnel but parts of it are lit up by light shining through sewer grates along the top. The dream becomes fuzzy and I do not remember exiting the pipe but somehow I end up in the forest behind my parent's house near the suspended wood and rope bridge.

I run along it again, and when it reverts to a path through the forest, this time it leads to an field beside a large cliff. On the side of the cliff is a glass display case containing a minature representation of a city which is labelled "Old London" and I know it is refering to my hometown of London, Ontario.


I cannot remember anymore of this dream.