A Lucid Dream
Thursday/February/5/2009
Lucid Dream # 5 of 2009
Lucidity trigger unknown
This one took place between four, and four and a half hours into sleep.
I have No idea how I became Lucid, because I'm already Lucid in my first memory of this dream. I'm already in the process of flying. In each hand I'm holding some kind of large paddle. And I'm flapping my arms like a bird, using these paddles as an extension of my arms and also to catch the air as if they were wings.
I'm flying through a swampy jungle. The trees are so tall, that I'm still beneath their leafy canopy, even though I'm already quite high in the air. There is somebody flying with me. The person with me is male, and knows all about Lucid Dreaming. And he also knows this is a dream as well. In the dream, I think he is a real person.
We continue to fly, there are branches and vines I crash through. Eventually, we break through the tree line, and fly out over a wide open area. I accidentally drop one of my paddles and swoop down to catch it. I know I don't really need them to fly, but I'm enjoying flying this way. I feel like a great bird, and the sensation of flying with wings, is realistic and pleasant.
I fly up higher again, and I look down, and across the landscape. I'm literally bug eyed with wonder, excitement, and joy. I don't care about doing anything other than enjoying this moment, and just taking in all the stunning visuals. The landscape below is still kind of marshy, but there is lots of land too. And I'm flying over the ruins of ancient castles. There are many castles, but they all seem to be connected by long walls. The stone work is crumbling in many places. The ceilings are gone, so that I can see down into the rooms. And everything has kind of a brownish decaying color.
It's an extremely beautiful scene. In an odd dark sort of way.
Within these ruins, I notice the form of a white ghostly shape. It is a ghost, but it's like a cartoon ghost, just like Casper. the ghost seems to be dancing around. I stare at it, wondering if it will notice me, and what it will do if it does. The ghost sees me and waves up at me. Then it begins to change form, becoming a tendril of smoke or cloud.
It drifts upon the wind, rising into the air. Then slowly begins to dissipate, until it is gone altogether.
My dreaming friend and I, fly on, until I come to a point where there is a gap in my memory. The next thing I remember, is that my friend and I are in a large house. It's more like a mansion. I know that this is where our flight ended up, but the dream seems a little different now.
Some people show up at the door, and come in. It's a man and a woman. Apparently this mansion is for sale, and the people are here to view it. Like an open house or something. They bring a lot of stuff with them, like they are planning to throw a party.
My recall of this part is a little sketchy. This part of the dream lasts for a long time, and there is a lot of interaction between my friend and I, and these people. I can't remember much of what we had talked about. But apparently these people are from Wisconsin. They ask me if I'm from Minnesota and I say no, because I can tell they would not be happy about that at all.
For some reason I don't want these people to know this is a dream, and I keep the secret to myself the entire time. As does my friend. Eventually another person shows up. It's a friend of the first two. Things eventually progress, and they make a big dinner. Everyone is sitting at a large round table. the table is full of plates and food and what ever. I pick up this white plastic dish of macaroni and cheese. It has a clear plastic cover on it, like something you would buy in the frozen foods section of the grocery store. I peel back the plastic cover and dig in with a spoon. It suddenly strikes me, how odd this entire part of the dream is, interacting with these people like this. I'm just going along with what they are doing.
Out loud I say," This must be one of the weirdest Lucid Dreams I've ever had." My dreaming friend looks at me and smirks, because he knows the secret. I look to see if any of the others noticed that I had just said this was a dream. But They are into what they are doing, and don't seem to notice.
I wake up here, with two minutes left on my alarm clock.
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