Xanous' Dream Journal

#221 - MILD - 4:27AM

I have some dream about being at the library with my wife and kids. I wake up and MILD. Soon I am laying on a floating platform and using a joy stick to control it. I am flying around in some large office building and want to get outside. I think to phase through the ceiling but find some glass doors instead. I see Ronnie from work smiling at me as I leave.

Now I am outside and become fully lucid. I decide that I want the platform to become a skybike. I concentrate and feel it morph under me. It feels soft like a pillow and I cant seem to form the handle bars right. I decide it doesn't matter and I don't really need them. I stop now thinking there was something I was going to do but I just can't remember. I look at the twilight sky and see 3 bright lights floating and morphing. recognize this as typical for me and look away. Still, I sit idle and my attention is drawn back to the lights. They move and morph like before and I stare at them in a daze.

The dream goes black for a second and I decide I should just investigate the lights. I visualize going there and the dream comes back. I find myself hanging on the wing of a passenger plane. I see people looking out at me through the windows and I punch the glass intending to let the cabin pressure blow the people out. Then I stop, thinking that it won't work that way in a dream. I "spiderman" my way to the cockpit and find it has a door like a helicopter. I open it and rip the pilot out. The copilot seems to be an "extra" and I politely ask him, "Will you be my co-pilot?" He makes no reply.

I look forward and notice that now I an driving on a country road at night. I think about trying the Hell task. I try to imagine a hole opening in the road but it doesn't feel right. I decide to try another way. I pull up on the controls and the plane goes up then I bring it nose down into the ground. We phase through it for a long way as the plane and all the people disappear behind me. I am now falling down a series of tunnels. At that point the dream gets dark and changes.

I lose lucidity and find myself looking at tunnels like in an ant farm but on a much larger scale. I am cleaning them with a large Q-tip and I see many roots growing in all directions. For some reason I think of this as my ear canal. I see some section that I think must be my ear drum. My dad passes by and I follow him.

Then I realize what just happened and become lucid again. My dad asks me what happened and I say, "I tried going to Hell, but you know that aquarium thing in the next room? I started cleaning it like it was ear wax." I wake up.