Dragon (FA) 12/01/2010
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I was in some old mansion with two other guys and one girl, and one guy holds out a glass and gets beer from the roof. He starts talking about how the best beer in the world was made and kept in barrels inside of the roof of this house. Another guy says that it looks like the roof is about to cave in from the weight, and sure enough, the roof and the walls start sagging. They want to stay in the house still, even though they are likely going to be crushed. The guy with the beer decides that if they stand against the one wall that isn't about to collapse, they won't be swept away by hundreds of gallons of beer and a collapsing roof. I note that there isn't enough room for all of us, and they tell me to go back through the portal, which has the effect of instantly teleporting me back to wherever we were before we came to the mansion.
"Oh hell no," I mutter, going into the portal and back into the house. If they want to play that way, I'll take the floor away from them as well. "You know, it looks like the floor is about to go too." Just as expected, the floor starts to look very dangerous, though not as much so as the roof, which looks ready to come down any second now. I have a different idea on how to survive.
I walk over to a window, step on the sill, and jump through it. As I'm jumping, I transform into a white and silver dragon (I controlled the dragon part, the colors came by themselves) and fly into the air. I fly off into the distance, noticing how beautiful the blue sky and green grass is, and soon see an odd silvery cloud with a white lining and a white humanoid form with wings. I fly towards it, once turning myself so I was flying upside down. When I get close to it, I find myself unable to fly anymore, so I prowl towards it. When I get to it, it's a tiny white creation of light that has shapes that look like a head, arms, and legs. I put my hand on it, but it goes through it and the man disappears.
Curious but somewhat disappointed, I take to flight again, in the same direction that I had been going. I eventually come to a tarp, and when I go past it, everything is black, though there are a few gray numbers floating by. I realize I could end up transitioning from one dream to another, so I keep telling myself that I'm dreaming and to stay lucid. I have a FA, and some woman tells me that I was awoken by sheer terror.
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