Xanous' Dream Journal

#163 - 6:58AM - DEILD/OBE

I have a micro awakening and go into DEILD mode.

The vibrations start right away. I transition out but something strange happens. I feel like I can feel my dream body and my physical body at the same time. I feel like my physical body is sliding out of bed while my dream body is standing up. I feel and then hear my other body slide off the bed and thump to the floor. I freeze wondering if that was real for fake. I didn't wake up so either it was not real or for some miraculous reason I didn't wake up. (I never thought something could be horribly wrong) Either way I'm moving forward.

I walk into the living room and see the the entire room has been cleared out. The hardwood floors are refinished but with out stain. Its just the natural color with high gloss. The walls have also been painted a nice green color. (All things I want to do. Not sure about the natural look though) I love the look so much. I fall to the floor and feel the slick surface. I need to tell Alysha that we need to the the floors like this. I look around and see the entrance to the kids room was where the front door should be and the front door was down a curved hallway were the bedroom should be. I note how odd that was but suddenly remember TOTM.

I stand up and turn to a wall. OK I am going to draw myself becoming a werewolf and then I'll transform. I reach up but forget to summon something to write with and start drawing on a wall with my finger. Nothing. I draw harder nothing. So I use my fingernail and scratch into the paint. That works. I scratch out a horrible bad drawing of a werewolf. There, now time to transform.

At that moment my wife decides that she needs to roll over and totally wakes me up! Noooooooooooo!

What's funny is that as I was trying to remember the dream I actually went back into it non-lucid.

I am sitting on the floor in the same room. I have a bare piece of flooring in my hands and I am smearing wood stain on it with my bare hands. I'm also trying to DJ my dream on it in stain. Some annoying DC guy walks up to me and keeps asking me if that was his mail box. I'm like, "Dude. What the hell? Shut up. I'm trying to write something." Then, the alarm wakes me.