OK, I don't remember how we got there, but my mom and I were walking through a parking lot, and encountered one of those baby-holding nests in the lot. It was kind of close to the area where cars drive, but I think that it was still in a parking space. Anyway, there were about 4 more of these things, oriented in a perpendicular direction, farther back in, along the edge of the spaces occupied (which was also the edge of the parking lot, with grass beyond that). The 4 others touched each other, as they lay end-to-end.
Anyway, my mom and I had a look at the baby that was in the first thing mentioned, and it was all cute and so on, just like one would expect. We saw this young woman looking mostly at the 4 other things, and at some point a toddler ran by the 4 other things, and was saying something, though I don't remember what.
I vaguely remember my mom's talking to the woman for a brief time, and then we left that area. Oh, by the way, the woman and all the kids were Asian - I think they were Chinese, but I'm not sure.
We went back to the car, which was actually in a different parking lot. We had to cross some grass w/ a tree to get there. That lot, however, was mostly empty, though our car was close to the middle of the lot. For no apparant reason, I tried to fly. I somehow got it in my head that I could manipulate my psi to form kinds of wings on my limbs. Specifically, they would be highly-flexible, zero-weight membranes that maintained their border shape, which would somehow catch air.
I remember putting my hands against my head, and my feet together, and spreading them out, forming the membranes, kind of like how one would make a bubble on surfaces (or kind of like that layer of soapy water that's in a bubble-blowing wand before you blow the bubble). I remember thinking of myself as having 4 membranes, but I now realize that I would have only had 3: 1 between my left arm and my head, 1 between my right arm and my head, and only 1 between my legs.
Anyway, I jumped up in the air, and flapped all my limbs in synchronous (sp?), and I felt the presssure of the air against the membranes. I didn't "feel" it like I would feel wind on my face, since I couldn't feel the membranes physically (though I kind of could psychically). I felt it more like how one feels the pressure of air and water as one pushes an inverted glass into a full sink of water - it resists. However, on my body, I felt air basically as one would feel air from jumping up into the air and falling back down.
Anyhoo, I flapped my arms and legs all up at once, and all down at once, so that I could contain the air to as great of an extent as possible. However, I could not gain altitude, and soon noticed that I was falling. However, I had made it the 20-30 feet from where I started to next to my mom next to the car. Effectively, I was able to extend my jumping distance by quite a bit. If you were wondering, I immediately realized that this was in no way evidence of psychic power, since anyone seeing me would just see me making a long jump.
Oh, by the way, I envisioned my "wings" as a purplish-blue, with the outlines being an energetic purple.
OK, so we were in my mom's car, and my mom was driving. Along the way, I encountered the thing where the opposite lane slowly merges with the left side of the road, an anomaly that I have yet to see in RL. I remembered that dream, and thought that this might be one, too. I looked at the clock, and I forget the hour (though I think it was 10), but the minute was 59...and then 58...and then 57. However, continuing with the "look away and look back" methodology, I looked away, and when I looked back, the clock was at the original hour (which I can't remember), 59 minutes...and 58...and 57, and then the hour incrememted and the minute switched to 07. I knew then that I was dreaming.
I had expected to get excited, but I didn't. Then again, I'm not one to get too excited by pride, anyway. However, I was reminded of the driving dream that I had had just the other night. I decided to take control of the car and go fast. I tried to make a steering wheel and some pedals appear on my side, but I couldn't. Then I realized that it didn't matter, grabbed an imaginary steering wheel, and pressed an imaginary gas pedal. We accelerated in the positive direction, albeit slowly. However, I was remembering last night's dream, and we approached a hill. I decided to slow down, drastically. I don't remember much at all about going down the hill, but I remember that, at the bottom of the hill, we were at my late grandma's former house, and we had parked in the driveway.
So people were in the house's living room, and people were talking and eating and such. I saw my dad there, on the southern of the 2 couches that were usually there, on the north end of said couch, talking and such. I briefely saw some horsd'ouvres (sp?), but didn't get a good look at them before I heard the voice of Jack, my former driving instructor, from behind and to the left of me. I looked. He was sitting in the spinny brown chair. Anyway, after a quick survey of the room, I saw that the other people were, for no apparant reason, Frank, Tyler, and Chris.
Anyway, I was getting really happy and such, what with being at a small party, with my friends and family - and my driving instructor for no good reason - not being pressured by the psyches of those who normally plague parties, and having achieved lucidity AND dream control. I actually told some people, though I forget whom I told, though I think it included my dad. Realizing that I had that control, I decided to try some stuff. I tried something, but I forget what it was, but I remember failing. Then I remember trying to fly, and I stood on my tiptoes, spread my arms, and ... went nowhere. I had lost control.
Oh, by the way, one thing that I found unusual when I woke up: when I told people I was dreaming, no one objected or protested or tried to tell me that I wasn't dreaming, as I would expect from what I had read.
Well, my friends and parents and I got in the car, which now had an interior similar to the minivan we rented that one time. Mom was driving, Tyler was in the front passenger seat, I was in the back right seat, Chris was in the back left seat, and I vaguely remember that Frank and my dad were there somewhere, though I don't remember where they sat.
We were driving home, and it was suddenly late. We were stopped at a light on a 3-way intersection. We were facing north, facing the Hoover company's taking up the whole of the other side of the street. Anyway, for reasons unbeknownst to me, I decided to try to get the guys together to LARP (Live Action Role Play, for those who don't know), even though I've never LARPed before. I told Frank and Tyler that, since they had characters in the D&D campaign that I run, they could use those. I mentioned to my dad, who was behind me at the time, that he & I would have to make characters - that is, of course, if he wanted to play (I think that this part came from his reluctance to play D&D w/ us previously in RL). I forget what his reply was, but he went to the back of the car under a blanket to play a video game on a piece of paper - hey, look, an obvious dream-sign if I wasn't already lucid.
Anyway, as I turned my head back toward the other guys, I saw Chris sitting across from me. I told him, oh yeah, he could use his character, too - I had forgotten about him. He was a little upset.
About that time, Tyler - sitting in the front passenger seat - got upset, and started acting in that classic Tyler-upset fashion, about the noise my dad's video game was making. I think that it was interfering with whatever he was trying to do. He passed a pillow back, and I added to that a differently shaped, sized, and colored pillow that was sitting between Chris and me. I stacked them atop each other and put them on the top of the seat, sort of, at about a 22.5 degree angle. Since there were no structures there, I had to hold them, and a small part was actually on the upper part of the back seat. Whatever
Anyway, that pretty much blocked out the sound, even though the pillows weren't even covering 1/4 of the length of the back seat, and weren't even 1/2 of the way to the roof of the car. Chris observed this, and I reminded him that it was a dream. Again, there were no objections.
Well, my dad had "turned off" the game, and he came out from under the blanket and handed Chris the piece of paper. He then talked about LARPing some baseball, or something. It was getting kind of hard to follow at this point. Anyway, he stood in the back of the car - a feat only achievable in a dream, since there's only room for someone about 7 yrs old or younger to stand up in such a vehicle - and started pretending like there was a home plate farther behind the car from him, as he stood there, body facing back of the car (south, since the car still hadn't moved), head turned to the right of the car (east), pretending to be holding a baseball bat. He swung, and I could hear the baseball whiz by and hit the catcher's glove (despite the absence of a baseball, a catcher, or a glove). I started to hear the crowds cheering, and I could almost see the bat as he took his second swing - another strike. The "fans" got all excited and such, and as the second swing approached, I could see the first hint of morning light in the east, but then, the dream went away, as my entirety awoke.
No, my alarm didn't go off - I had turned it off previously. I woke up at about 1217, or some such, which is about an hour ago as I finish typing this. I just woke up, I guess because my body and mind were done sleeping.
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