Tygar

8/7/2005
LD #8 “Winter Wonderland”
I don’t remember what happened in the NL part of this dream until….. I was at the house of a childhood friend, on his side porch. I was there with some business people (I’m not sure who they were) and I was watching them fill out some important paperwork. I glanced out of the window (3 walls of the porch are basically all window) and I had a marvelous view of Lake Quinsigamond hundreds of feet below me. I could see tiny motorboats and sailboats moving around on its surface. Then I noticed there was snow all around the lake. I realized that something wasn’t right. If there was snow it would be too cold for boaters, and the lake would be frozen. I considered that I am dreaming, but in my mind I doubted it because everything seemed so real. I do a RC and look at my right hand. I have 2 extra fingers. I remind myself to stay calm so that the LD will last longer. I close my eyes and take a few deep calming breaths. I am completely lucid. I walk out of the porch, leaving the businessmen behind. I am on a long driveway covered in a couple of inches of packed snow. I begin walking slowly down the driveway (which angles down a small hill). I can hear and feel the packed snow crunching under my boots (I suddenly realize I have winter boots on). I look around and it is a beautiful scene. There is glistening snow everywhere. I am surrounded by huge oak trees with snow clinging to every branch. It is a breathtaking winter wonderland. As I near the end of the driveway I realize that I am not cold, and the snow suddenly melts away leaving only wet pavement before me. The driveway ends at a street. I can go left, up a slight hill, or right. I choose left. I begin walking up the wet deserted road. For a moment I consider not doing anything but observing this dream, but then I worry that it will slip back into a regular dream. I instead decide to talk to some DC ‘s. Suddenly there are people on bicycles, motorcycles & go-carts racing toward me. They are all wearing numbers on their shirts. I’m standing in the middle of a strange road race. I have no fear of getting run-over. I try to stop someone to talk to. I step in front of an oncoming group and wave my hands over my head, in an attempt to flag them down. The simply zoom around me and keep going. I am very annoyed. I think, this is my dream and I can stop someone at any time. I focus my attention on a man on a bicycle; he looks like an Olympic bike racer. As he tries to speed by me my hand shoots out with cat-like reflexes. I grab hold of his blue & yellow spandex shirt and easily yank him off of his bike. He lands on the ground at my feet. He is very angry and yells at me, “What the hell do you think you’re doing! I’m in a fricken’ race!” I ignore his words, lean down close to his face and stare into his eyes (they were ice blue by the way). For a moment I try to read his mind, and I have a flash of a thick leather bound book with small gold lettering on the cover (I couldn’t read the words). (I have no idea why this happened or what it meant) The book disappears as suddenly as it appeared and I am staring at the man again. I ask him, “Are you a dream character, or a real person?” He suddenly changes. His skin goes pale and he becomes “Unreal” or “doll-like.” He moves a bit, but his movements are stiff and robotic. I walk away from him and I am suddenly in a building which I know is a school but I’m not sure what school it was. There are people all around me. I focus in on a woman. She has dark wavy hair and she is wearing a tight maroon turtle-neck sweater. The collar of the sweater is pulled up over her mouth and nose. I grab hold of her arm and pull her close to me. With my other hand I pull down the collar of the sweater so I can see her entire face. She is very pretty and has on dark red lipstick. I can see the light dancing off of the surface of her moist lips. The urge for sex begins to rise within me, but I fight it off. I look deeply into her brown eyes and ask, “Are you a dream character or a real person?” She just looks at me, confused. The dream fades away and I wake up.