Thread: 11/18/2008 - "It's a Bird...It's a Plane..."

11/18/2008
”It’s a Bird…It’s a Plane…”

(Awesome flying dream last night.)
I was Superman and was in some mansion with other members of the Justice League. We’d gotten a call that something was going on in the city and, the next thing I remember is being on a high-rise building’s rooftop in about midday. We had Visitors, of some sort. (At first, I’d gotten the impressions they were aliens, but after my upcoming encounter with one of them, I’m not so sure.)

The “visitors” came into view as a unit, streaking in above our heads, and then scattered in about 5 different directions. One of them shot right passed the building we were standing on, heading down toward the street, and I immediately ran toward the side of the building and leapt off, freefalling falling for a moment before speeding up and chasing after him. The feeling of flying was incredible. We were flying over the street just so fast, buzzing all of the buildings. (This whole scene reminded me of Human Torch’s chase with Silver Surfer, in the Fantastic Four sequel. I remember constantly trying to adjust to flying, like when I’m controlling my own actions while non-lucid. I had to sort of adjust to flight maneuvering just as I do when I’m actually lucid, and it all felt really new to me.) He looked human enough in the body, but had a sort of “cyberpunk” style helmet and goggles on. I caught up to him pretty quickly, and grabbed him by the ankle, slinging him off to one slide and slamming him through a passing building like Harry did to Peter in Spider-Man 3 (4:22), except that it was a stone wall, instead of a glass window.

I continued passed the building and, almost parallel, he crashed out of the complete opposite side of the building from the wall he’d been thrown in. After flailing a bit, he caught his bearings and turned on the juice, inviting the chase again. (I can’t remember if he was just flying normally, as Superman does, or if he had some kind of propulsion system. I think there were jets behind him, but I’m really not too sure anymore. ) We went out toward a bay area, and he dove as if he was going to head straight for the water, doing some crazy spiral motion that I felt compelled to following him closely through. I was trying to stay close enough to him so that he couldn’t shake me, but I kinda panicked because I realized I wasn’t sure if I could pull off such a dive. I kind of just arced toward the water, looking to see which way he ends up going. He suddenly shot back the way we’d come, but much closer to the water. Coming to the end of my arc, I spun my body 180 degrees, looking back at him. Not quite sure how to stop myself from going one direction and completely change to the other. (I’ve only done it in one other dream, to my knowledge, and that one wasn’t lucid either.) I pictured how a DBZ character might do it – ironically enough, being that I was Superman, and pushed all my energy out behind me, to do a kinda “reverse thruster” stop. I was really close to the water, and the water actually sprayed out behind me, because of my “energy” pushing against it.

Immediately, I took off again, following the guy back down the same street, in the opposite direction. He just couldn’t seem to outrun me, though, and I caught up to him again. This time, I grabbed his arm, spun to a stop and slung him as hard as I could toward the blue sky over the city, determined to send him into space. As he shrank to a speck I tried to follow it up with an eyebeam and instinctively did the same sort of gesture I often do while using TK in my lucid dreams. I saw a bright flash of red, but didn’t actually see if a beam came out of my eyes or if I hit anything. The guy was gone for the moment, though, and I flew back to the high rise. This time, I actually had time to enjoy the flight. It just felt great. Again I was buzzing really close to the buildings, passing fire escapes and whatever else hung out from the walls, at any lengths. (I have a feeling it felt a lot like this must feel. Watch how close these guys get to the cliff.)

Later, we learned more about these guys, and the leader was supposedly trying to help us do something. He said something about us having to use “pods” to go somewhere or do something. My notes say something about us being reluctant and him saying we had no choice or something critical like that, but I really don’t remember much more than the flying. Awesome dream, though.