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Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
It was starting to get dark. I was walking towards the kitchen, which was located on the first floor and boasted cherry hardwood floors, a round glass table, and four bar-stool like chairs. There was also an island, which had a granite-like countertop (along with the other counters along the walls). Everything looked normal, albeit the lights were off so I couldn't see as well.
Then and there, I became lucid. "Wait a second, things don't feel right." Then, I plugged my nose and checked to see if I could breathe, which worked. "Oh my god, I'm f&%$#!& dreaming!" I exclaimed, getting excited in the usual way. I looked at my hands because I hadn't done the finger-count RC for a while. Everything looked normal; I actually counted five fingers on each hand. I looked away, and I still strongly knew that I was in a dream so I checked again. That was more like it - Six fingers fanned out on my left hand, and five normal fingers on my right, with an additional pinky coming off the side. I touched it and I could feel with that finger! It was gross!
Something strange happened next - although I wasn't excited and didn't get too focused on my hands, things around me began to get blurrier and grew larger. The color scheme of the dream became light lime, grey, and white, and I couldn't discern ordinary objects from one another anymore. I looked at my hands, which were also slightly blurry but looked normal, and rubbed them together. "Clarity, clarity, clarity," I said until the dream returned to its "normal" appearance. But I wasn't in the kitchen anymore, I was outside on the driveway. It was daytime; the sky was pale blue.
At this point, I really didn't know what I wanted to do, so I expected a car to drive up onto the street connected to the driveway. I did this without visualizing the car itself, although I wanted an Audi of some sort. A car turned the corner and it was amazing - an Audi R8 convertible had stopped in front of me! It was light silver with the black accents on the side, and looked pretty much like new.
And what dream wouldn't be complete without a guy driving the car, whom I also didn't expect to see - Edward Norton (someone punch me in the face, this is getting ridiculous already!). He had a shorter, what one might call a "normal" haircut, and was wearing a dark, pale green golf shirt. "Get in, hurry up!" he said, smiling.
I was a bit disconcerted, so I asked as I opened the door (requiring practically no force whatsoever), "why are you here?"
He laughed, looking down at the wheel. "In that case, you drive." He got out and walked away from the car, disappearing around the corner!
I hopped over to the other side and started to drive. I pushed down on the gas pedal as hard as I could. The car accelerated to perhaps 30 km/h, but that wasn't fast enough; besides, I was slamming down on the gas. Instead of simply expecting it to go faster, I rammed my foot onto the pedal harder, and the car eventually sped up. It reached a top speed of, I'm guessing, about 120 km/h which felt amazing.
"Woohoo!" I exclaimed, once again becoming excited because I could feel myself being pushed back into my seat, as well as the wind.
Hopefully I'll remember more of this dream later on.
I didn't want to get of bed this morning!