A couple of dreams from the last couple of days. I have not had time to record anything. But recall is still continuing to improve regardless. And I've been trying to work harder at my awareness stuff.
The escape
I'm in a cell. Some type of jail, I think. There are several people in the cell with me. There is a pit in the center of the floor with a black grate over it. This is supposed to be used for people to piss in. One man walks up to the grate in the floor. He has several containers of colored powders. He begins pouring them into the pit. He then walks to the cell door, pulls it open, and walks out. I realize that he had just created some sort of chemical reaction to cause the cell door to unlock.
The door closed behind the guy and I worry that it had locked again. I rush to it and pull it open. Luckily it's not locked. I run out into the hall, and the rest of the prisoners follow. We come to some kind of lobby near the exit. It looks like a place that would be in a fancy hotel or something. There is a desk with three security guards sitting there.
I'm not sure what to do, but I just go past hoping that they won't realize that I'm one of the prisoners.
I almost make it. But then one gets up and shouts, "stop!" The other guards get up too. There is a lot of commotion. all the prisoners running around, and guards trying to stop them. There is a guard suddenly near me, and he pulls a gun on me. I knock it out of his hand. The gun goes flying, then skids across the floor. I run and dive for it, as does the guard. I barely manage to get the gun before the guard does. I point it at him, and he backs off. I make my way out of the building with the gun in hand.
I run for a little while, not sure which way to go. I stop and try to walk casual. to people come out of a building I just passed, and are walking behind me. They are plain clothed cops. I can hear them talking about the escape. They don't know that I'm one of the escapees. I'm holding the gun close in front of me, so that they can not see it. I feel like they are going to realize who I am at any moment, and try to grab me.
So instead of waiting for them to attack me, I turn and shoot them. First one, and then the other. They scream, and hold a hand over their bullet wounds. I turn to run away.
But I realize that I have somehow been shot as well. There is a bloody mortal wound in my stomach. I stumble away, then lay down in the grass to die. I remember thinking it hurt a lot at the time, but it really didn't. I was just expecting that it should. I lay there for a moment before waking.
The race
Partial Lucidity
I'm driving a fancy red mustang through a lit up city at night. I'm in some kind of race where you have to beat the clock. There are no other racers present. I can hear a voice navigating. It's coming from a speaker our something, I don't know. I really have no idea where I am, or which way to go. I'm just following the directions of the voice.
The voice gives good directions, I can see everything it describes, and I make all the right turns. I have great control of this car, I'm an awesome racer. I eventually come to this suspension bridge, the finish is on the other side. I pull the steering wheel hard to the right, causing the car to spin seemingly out of control. I'm in control though, I'm just making a show of crossing the finish. There is a crowd of people watching from the sides.
I come to a stop, and everyone is cheering.
Scene shifts, and I'm in an apartment building. the adoring crowed is there too. People are worshiping me, bringing me gifts. Like I'm some kind of hero. Somewhere around here, I become partially aware that I'm dreaming. I have that feeling where I know I can do anything because it's not real. I easily convince every one to get naked, and I do too. I'm getting to go walking through the city naked, but I wake before that happens.
Demonstration of Lucidity
Near fully Lucid, but not quite.
I'm in a car with another person. We are pulling into the parking lot of an apartment building. We are meeting some people in an apartment, and I'm supposed to be having a talk with them about Lucid Dreaming. We ark and get out. The other person hurries inside the building, and is gone. The ground I'm standing on is icy, and I begin skating towards the building on my feet. I pick up a lot of speed. I decide it will be better to demonstrate what it's like being Lucid, rather than to explain it. There is a sidewalk near the side of the building. There is a curb, and a little bit of snow has drifted up against the curb. I make for the little curb drift as fast as I can, planning to use it as a jump.
I hit it, and fly up and hit the side of the building. I kick off and land out in the parking lot. Thinking that the people I'm supposed to be meeting are watching out a window, I try again. I'm hoping to hit the little ramp and fly straight up into the sky, missing the building. I get up my speed again and hit the ramp. I hit the side of the building again, though. I kick off as hard as I can, and do a flip through the air.
There is another building opposite. I land on the side of the wall, and stick there.
I stand there, on the side of the wall for a moment, showing them how easy it is to stick to walls in dreams. I then walk across the side of the apartment building, then jump off. There is a little bit more of this skating jumping and sticking to walls.
But then the dream shifts, and I'm having a discussion with somebody about Lucid Dreaming. The discussion is about how to get over the frustration of dry spells.
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