Vaed

I remember I was chatting on a forum on Facebook. It was more on a chat window than a screen (I can't quite remember that detail). It was part of a program people join to help them achieve lucidity. It was a genius system in my dream, but I don't recall entirely how it worked. I just remember someone would type something they were thinking, and others would elaborate on it and confirm if it was real or not... or maybe they would mention something of the dream world (that's another detail that was fuzzy). I was sitting on the couch in my living room. It was set up just how it is in real life... brown, leather sofa; plaid chair in front of the left side; to the left was the dining area; just before that, though was the hallway to my room straight ahead and my roommate's room to the right. There's also a bathroom to the left, but I don't remember it being in my dream. Anyhow, I was sitting on the left side of my couch beside my dad. Others were there in the room, too, but I don't recall who it was. Maybe they were family? I had been a member of the forum for years it seemed in my dream. It was when I was explaining to my dad how amazing the forum was (and how it worked) when the feeling suddenly changed (maybe this was my subconscious starting to realize that I was dreaming). There was a dream shift here, but I was still in my living room, sitting where I was sitting before. Instead of my dad, my friend... I'll call him Jim... was sitting on the couch on his knees facing me. He was resting his head on his left hand, and his elbow was resting on the back of the couch. I didn't of this as odd because it could happen in real life, but I stood up and did an RC by plugging my nose. Breathed perfectly. I then thought, "I am dreaming." I started to walk to my room, but I couldn't walk straight, and I also struggled to make my legs stand all the way up. They were wobbly. Jim was laughing pretty hard. "Isn't it hard to walk?" He asked while still losing it. All I could really say was a half-assed "yeah..." As I approached my room, I saw the scene start to fade. I thought, "no! Not yet!" And went to my roommate's (I'll call him Joe here) closed door in an attempt to avoid waking up because I felt, the closer to my bed I get, the more I wake up. I knew that, since I was dreaming, I would be able pass through it. Sure enough, I staggered straight through it. I briefly looked for Joe, but I couldn't find him and didn't see him on his bed. I remembered an RC I did awhile back. I tried to pull my legs up, cross them, and levitate in midair. I was able to do it no probs. I was I getting excited at this point and thought that I should take advantage of it. Remembering I could pass through solid objects, I launched myself through Joe's window and began to fly. It was absolutely exhilarating. In reality, there's a parking lot/street there (like you'd see in an apartment complex). I did still see a parking lot, but instead of being at the apartment complex, I was at an elementary school I went to. I could see trees and how fast I was going. I went up higher than I thought I'd be able to go. I must have been at least a mile above the clouds. I was making my way back down when I saw two white dots appear. The scene started to fade to black, and I lost track of where I was. I knew I was waking up. For a short time after waking up, I closed my eyes again. I was on my couch in the same spot again. Joe was standing in front of me, an old friend (I'll call him Chris) was standing beside him, and Jim was sitting on his knees beside me as he was before. I wanted to explain to them how crazy the experience was. I woke up again shortly after that.