December 2004

I was running an 8 mile race. The course was set through a "downtown" area. I was running well and not getting tired in the least. In fact, I stopped and did a number of pull-ups on the way.

The course led into a building and I raced upstairs. I thought to myself, this is crazy! Who runs a race through a building! I realized I was dreaming. I looked out a window and jumped onto a ledge that looked somewhat like an arrow. I thought I should be very afraid of falling, but I wasn't. I lifted off and flew.

Everything went dim and I thought to myself, no! no! no! Surprizingly, I didn't wake up, but everything came back into view. I was flying over a river. This went on for some time until I either woke up or ventured into another, non-lucid dream.