Lucid Dream:
I was standing near the runway of a very small airport. I could see a small plane coming in to land. It rolled to a stop just 50 yards or so from where I standing. As I looked at it I could see black letters on the side. It said "TomDelonge.com". I knew that this was Tom Delonge's private plane. I continued to watch as Tom then got out and started to walk towards where I was standing. I knew that there was a cafe in the building behind me, and that that was where he must be heading.
I really wanted to see him and talk to him, but I didn't want him to know that. So I turned and slowly started walking to the cafe too. As we got to the cafe he passed me and went inside. I also continued inside. I saw that he was selecting some food from a buttet table. I went over to the same buffet table with a plate in my hand.
When I got to Tom I looked up and did a mock double take, as if spotting him for the first time, and smiled at him and said, "Hey...I've seen you before."
Tom smiled back and said, "Yeah, I'm a musician...maybe you know my music."
And I said "Yes, I do...not only do I know it...it think it's the best music I've heard for years. It really inspires me. I absolutely love it. So I guess you could say that I'm a fan of yours". And then I laughed, a little horrified at my gushing, and said, "Oh my gosh...I can believe I used that word..."fan". I am waaayy too old to be a "Fan".
[Okay, who am I kidding. This is my third recent Tom Delonge dream--which is more now than David Wolfe. I hate to admit it...but I'm a fan. But I didn't want Tom to think that I was a fan and a stalker fan at that.]
Tom laughs with me at my fan denial. He seems to be in a genuinely good mood, so we continue to talk and laugh at things now forgotten.
And then--there is a chunk of the dream that is... missing.
How can that be??
Here I am with Tom Delonge...and I forget...
So I have to use my imagination here.
I'm pretty sure that at some point in here I had that moment of enlightenment...where that little lightbulb went off in my brain and it started to make connections:
Tom Delonge = Celebrity = Lucid Dream
And I am sure that there was a part of me that said, "Oh Crap! This isn't real. I'm not really standing here talking to Tom Delonge."
But then another part of me probably chimed in and said, "Look...here you are standing here with a very real looking Tom Delonge right in front of you. This is a Lucid Dream. You are very good at Dream Control. You can do anything you want."
Anything I want.
Anything.
So I know what I did. I looked him in the eye and said, "Hey Tom...I can make your wildest dreams come true. Wanna come fly with me."
So now we enter the part of the dream that I remember...holding hands with Tom flying along some school campus that was covered with very tall trees. I remember having trouble getting too far in the air which is a fairly common problem with me and flying. We were about 15 feet or so in the air. Now for most people who have never flown before this might have been rather impressive. But this was Tom Delonge. I wasn't going to settle for 15 feet. I needed to go higher. I looked up at the trees that I was passing and imagined myself closer to the tops. And sure enough, I was able to "pull" us higher. I did that again several times...and was very pleased at my progress and control.
But before I could do anything else, the dream faded...or else I lost lucidity. At any rate it all ended here.
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