It's been a few days, note to self, write in your goddamn dream journal. I did finally achieve lucidity again though for the first time in a year or so. I remember realizing I was dreaming and then becoming lucid. I stepped threw a door and I was in the backyard of a one story house during the night. There was a small Asian man there. He was bald and probably in his 60's. I assume he was my flight master, for in all my past lucid dreams except for my very first one, flight has been complicated. He told not to try so hard at first, and to start slowly. He explained that I should hold my arms straight out to the sides and let the wind pick me up into a glide. He then said as strong as the breeze is it should be easy. At that point I noticed the wind, and felt the strong breeze on my face. Its been so long since I was lucid I forgot how real it feels. So i let the wind pick me up and just floated in place with my arms extended outward for a minute. Then I dropped down and repeated it a couple of times, before making an attempt to get higher and higher. Once I started to get excited with the height, I decided not to waste to much time on practicing in this one lucid dream and wanted to move on to something new. I ran across the street to another house and it was now daylight. Three ladies were standing at the front door waiting for the resident to answer. I felt my dream fading and shouted increase lucidity now! Increase lucidity now! The lady looked at me like I was crazy and I looked at her thinking wow she looks much more clear and realistic now. I ran next door telling myself that when I opened the garage of that house that a sick red sportbike would be waiting inside. Just then I started to doubt my abilities. So I paused for a second before opening the garage and reaffirmed myself that I could make one appear. Then I opened it to see in a fact a red motorcycle. But not the new sleek and sexy sportbike I had imagined. But rather a 1980's style red kawasaki ninja. The garage was horribly messy and the bike was covered with dust and other junk piled on top of it. I cleared all of the stuff off jumped on the bike and took off. I loved the feeling of the wind on my face I always do in lucid dreams. I could tell I had a huge smile on my face and I was literally shifting gears on the bike as if it was real. I looked down at the road for a second and it looked so real beneath me. Then I looked back up and noticed in another driveway down the street, a bright yellow chopper. I pulled up in that driveway, and I intended to jump off and take the chopper for a spin, but that is the last thing I remember. There was also something about a large nightclub and people chasing me, I remember knowing that they couldnt catch me because it was a dream and running through different doors toying with them. Also, I remember opening a door expecting a new environment to be on the other side, but instead stepping into complete darkness, and then easing myself and calmly waiting for a scene to appear. It's terribly choppy recall, I need to focus more on that, but it was fun experience nonetheless.
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