08/01/2005
“Staring down the barrel of lucidity…and too afraid to embrace it.”
Things started off at a sort of get-together with a few friends, lounging around and watching T.V. for the most part. The house looked like my old home in Canterbury, without all the furniture. (People were pretty much just sitting on the floor.) But as the dream went on, the scenery became more and more erratic. If I can remember correctly, I asked about someone, a female, and someone answered with; “Oh, she’s right over there.” And as I turned, there was a big ugly monster in the living room also. I wish I could remember who this was representing, (and that I would have realized this as a dream sign) but I have my suspicions of who it was. Suddenly, the scenery changed.
Most of us were now outside, and the house was on a hill. (I need to note this, as I’ve seen this same house/hill/street combination in about three dreams, but don’t recognize them from waking life.) As people were leaving, only about three of us remained. (Though it was night, and I can’t remember which of my friends were there.) We were standing outside the house talking, when a van drove by slowly and started to continue on down the hill. All of a sudden, it threw itself in reverse, and we all had just enough time to see a pistol stick out through the passenger side window before we all scattered. Shots range out while we ran, the neighborhood beginning to look more like Canterbury (the neighborhood I used to live in) as we sprinted through it. Though we came to a picket fence connected to a house that, strangely, reminded me of an old neighbor’s house who’s fence we were constantly climbing over while playing when I was little. (this house was in a completely different neighborhood, and I haven’t even thought about this house since I was a child.) While running toward it, I noticed that one of my friends were still behind me, keeping up. As we approached the tall fence, still running full speed, I began to worry that taking the time to climb over it would get me shot. Then, for one fleeting moment, I questioned: “What if…..?” Without a second thought, I jumped into the air, placing my hands on the top of the 8’+ tall fence and vaulted over it without the rest of my body touching it at all. I paused on the other side after landing just as my friend landed beside me, having done the same. I was shocked and amazed at how easily we’d gotten over the obstacle. I believe that if I would have sat there for a moment longer, I would have recognized this as a dream and become lucid. But the gunfire started again, closing in from the other side of the fence. Wasting no more time, we continued running. (Missed Major Dream Sign #2)
Seeing headlights as we emerged on a parallel street, I dove to the grass, my friend jumping behind a tree that seemed to small to hide his body. The headlights and more stray gunfire passed over me, and when I could get away with it, I jumped up and ran to the tree to grab my friend and keep running. But he refused to move and said: “No, I hear them coming,” and opted to stay behind the ridiculously slender tree. But he was right, as I heard footsteps in the grass. I ducked into a nearby porch, sliding as much into the shadows as I could. Through the holes in the patchwork fence, I saw two pairs of legs coming closer, one of the men holding a sawed-off shotgun down by one thigh. They happened to stop right near the opening of the porch, right in my line of sight, though they weren’t looking toward me. Instead, they were looking in the direction of the tree my friend was behind. It was at this point that I knew I had to do something before they either shot @ the tree or turned and looked into the porch and saw me. With my attention on the shotgun, I suddenly ran out of the shadows, prepared to grab the gun as quick as I could and try to take both men down before the second man got a shot off. One hand grabbed the shotgun, pushing the barrel away to the surprise of the enemy. Almost simultaneously, my other hand flew toward the side of the man’s face to blind-side him and start a desperate combination with the intention of disarming him. But before impact, I met the invisible wall of lag that usually hinders my fighting when I’m dreaming but not lucid. (G’damnit I hate that.) Forgetting the gun for a moment, I tried to hit him over and over, each time meeting the subconscious barrier that felt like trying to punch through water. (Probably because, subconsciously, part of me never wants to have to clock someone, even when I know its necessary.)
It was Then, that I finally realized I was dreaming, complete lucidity hitting me for a fraction of a second. Though, I was still in such a state of survival instinct, that when the two men laughed sinisterly because I couldn’t fight them, and the first raised the shotgun barrel up toward my chest, my momentary lucidity caused my reflexes to respond to the threat by exiting the dream and waking myself up, before I could think of anything else to do. (Hey…I had a shotgun aimed at me…shut up. Neutral )
But, I woke up, staring at the ceiling. Knowing that there were so Many other ways I could have kept the lucidity going if I hadn’t pulled the plug. And of course there is only one thing to say when something like this happens:
“………..DAMNIT!!!” [/b]
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