[Edit: Lucid part in blue.]

02/13/2006
"Stuck like Chuck."

Didn’t sleep very well (or much) last night, so my recall is shit, but I do remember a few key points of last night’s dream. (I can only recall one dream)
This was in someone’s two-story house, though I can’t recall who’s it was. The girl involved in the dream was someone that I know, and am really close to, but still don’t recall who it was. Anyway, for some reason, I was staying the night at her house (which was also the house of her Sig-Other) and was sleeping downstairs. Sometime through the night, she came downstairs as I was laying on the couch and she crawled over on top of me. We’d curled up watching tv for a moment and ended up making out. (Damn I wish I could remember who it was. Think it was M, but I’m not sure.)
Well anyway, her spouse never did end up coming downstairs, so things were getting pretty hot, but, finally, she decided to put things to a stop before it got a little too far out of hand. I had no complaints because this was understandable, (sucked, though. Haha.) and we put back on the few clothes that we’d shed.
Now, sometime after this, I started questioning what was going on. Before I’d gone to sleep last night, I’d been pretty serious about noticing when I was dreaming, and not letting an opportunity for lucidity slip by me. I don’t know why, but it was f’kin difficult as hell to find lucidity in this dream. I got up from the couch we were on and, I think, went into the kitchen. It was Really dark in the house, and I think I tried the light switch and it didn’t work. Even that didn’t tip me off, though. (I’d recently flipped a light switch at home while awake, did a reality check, and found out I wasn’t dreaming. The light was blown. Lol. This might have had something to do with not realizing I was dreaming yet.)
On the way back from the kitchen, I passed a large, full-body mirror that was over by the fireplace. I’d stopped for a moment and looked at it, completely unfamiliar with this mirror, and realizing that no one I knew had a mirror like this.
I was beginning to get the feeling that this Had to be a dream. Still everything was just So Vivid (the Calea) that I just could not tell if what I was seeing was real or not. So, I tried a few more reality checks. First I put my hands up and tried to push the fingers of one hand through the other palm. Nothing. I tried a few more times and it just wouldn’t budge. Then, I looked over at the mirror again.
The reflection just stared back at me, completely normal. I stepped up a little closer to the mirror and put one hand out. Leaning forward, I felt the cold glass as if it was 100% authentic. I pushed forward a little more, trying to stick my arm through the mirror. It resisted as a real mirror would. I tried again with a little more confidence that I could walk straight through the mirror if this was a dream. I was actually able to sink my arm up to about the elbow, this time, into the surface of the mirror, but then it seemed to get stuck.
Annoyed, I pulled my arm out of the mirror and glared at it. The girl, whoever she was, was looking at me from the couch, obviously wondering what I was doing. By this time, I was convinced I was dreaming, and frustrated with the failing reality checks and mirror test. So finally, I just said “fuck it,” and looked straight up at the ceiling. Determined to make Something out of this lucid dream, I planned to phase out (ala the matrix twins. Thanks for the idea, Placebo! ) fly straight up through the ceiling and into the night sky above, and continue my experience from there.
I bent my legs and imagined myself going through the ceiling and through the roof. But, when I actually jumped up, I remembered that this was a two-story house and got myself caught in the split-second concept of having to go through the second floor as well.
I think this was the kiss of death, though, because I ended up getting stuck IN the ceiling/second floor woodwork. I’ve had this feeling once before, and I liked it even less, this time. If you can imagine what it feels like to teleport from one place and end up inside of a wall, that’s what being stuck in a floor feels like. It sucks.
Anyway, I tried as hard as I could, but just couldn’t pull myself up out of the ceiling/floor. I even tried to visualize the sky outside, and was only left with a split-vision perception of both the brown, grainy woodwork of the house, and a high-altitude view of the city I was in.
It was in trying to bring the mid-air vision completely into focus, that I woke up.


Anybody else ever experience this?