I seem to be getting better and better at having lucid dreams at will. I went to bed not expecting to dream much at all because I was again dead tired. When I woke up at 8 o’clock I found that I was well rested, but decided to go back to sleep and try a MILD. The MILD failed, but it brought me into a DILD.
Ab Cramp
I was running around my dad’s old house and had a terrible cramp over my entire stomach. I think it was a charlie-horse and I tried breathing and stretching it out, some of which helped the pain, but the cramp just wouldn’t go away.
Lots of Chihuahuas
My brother and I were in a room full of chihuahuas and we knew one of them was Peanut. I thought it would be easy to pick him out of the bunch, but they all looked exactly the same and none of them acted like him.
Crumple is a Strange Word
This one I don’t remember very much, but I know it was long and complicated. Chandler from Friends had gotten to a baseball game or something late. Everyone else was already there. We got there and they were giving away fish. It wasn’t cooked or even scaled, they just handed me a six inch fish.
We got to a seat and Chandler had some cardboard rolled up in aluminum foil. He crumpled it up and said that ‘crumple’ is a funny word.
Queen at Carousel
The British queen had come to where I worked and was going on the go-karts. I was a little nervous because I didn’t want people smacking into her car. Something else strange happened and I found myself in Shippensburg with a ballistics gel softball which was part of a set, and thought that I would only need one, but then for some reason someone else needed one too so I ran back, but didn’t make it before whatever was going on was over.
YMCA to Beach Sailing Lucid
I was at the YMCA and we were divvying up teams to play soccer, I told them that I would be last and went downstairs to go to the bathroom. Then we started playing. The teams were pretty even, but then we all started to gas and fall down a lot. We needed a break so we stopped and said we’d pick new teams. I again went to the bathroom.
I walked into the bathroom and my step-mom was in there too. “This is the men’s room,” I said and nothing more as I walked into a stall. Then another woman came in.
“You sure know which room you’re in,” my step-mom said and left.
“Yeah, by the urinals,” I countered, there were urinals to my left. But the other woman made me look around. Everything looked different, I guess that I must have really gone into the woman’s room. The colors were different (teal) and everything was backwards. “I must be dreaming,” I said. I was right in the middle of wiping, but just dropped it and went out the door. The stall didn’t have a door at all and I’m not sure if the bathroom did or not. If it did I must have actually opened it for some reason.
I went left and there was a door there, it wasn’t one of the YMCA doors, it was more like the front door to a house, and light was emanating from the cracks around it, as if there was something really bright on the other side. Too bad I had already done the advanced task for the month, this was certainly a portal.
The Door
I walked through it, this door acted strangely, it had kind of a rubber-type feel to it. I got about half way through it and kind of momentarily got stuck. Then with another step I finally pulled free of it. (I wonder where I would have gone if I had actually opened the door?)
The door lead me to a yard. It was a gorgeous day out, green grass, blue sky and almost no clouds if there were any at all. There was a white van and a man walking from it. He was a middle-aged, blue collar man who looked like a utility guy. He was balding and had dark hair. I thought about fighting him, but I had already done that recently. I remembered something that my adoptee had asked me about a dream guide.
“Hi there,” I said politely, but the man didn’t respond, he just kept on walking. “What’s your name?” I asked him. Again he said nothing. I gave up, I could have forced him to answer, but wanted to look around and didn’t want a dream guide tagging along anyway.
My adoptee had also mentioned flying to me so I decided to brush up on that. I say a maple tree up above me and jumped up to try and grab one of the leaves from about twenty feet up. I got high, but not high enough. I floated just for an instant and then fell back down. I need practice at that.
I looked around, knowing that there would be a cliff somewhere and sure enough to the left there was a drop-off. I ran to it, reminding myself that it was a cliff and jumped off. I closed my eyes for a second until I felt the flying feeling then opened them about twenty feet above the ground. Sure enough, this was a long drop, about three hundred yards. It wasn’t straight down, it was just a steep hill.
I think it was that hill that lead from the cottages to the beach in Cape Cod. There was a beach below me. I followed a path, staying about twenty or thirty feet above it and using my arms to control the direction and speed of my decent.
I made the decent in no time, I was really moving fast, but I was still in control. I approached the beach and felt like swimming. I put my hands out in front of me like superman to really gain some speed. I think I hit the sand first, then the water. Then I woke up.
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