Telekinesis, Exploding Cars and a Capuchin Monkey!
Well, I had my first lucid dream in weeks this afternoon. It was the longest I've ever had, as well. Probably close to twenty minutes from start to waking. Not all of that was totally lucid, but I maintained some degree of lucidity throughout.
I slept in really late, as I'm a bit sick, and could. I was feeling really tired when I got up around 4:30 PM, so I just ate, did my housework, and went back to bed to take a nap. No thoughts of lucid dreaming crossed my mind. I had a dream or two, and then began to wake up from the last dream when I became aware that I dreaming. So I just sort of relaxed, concentrated a bit, and drifted back into a dream. I'm not sure whether you would call it a DILD, or a DEILD, but whatever it was, it worked.
I found myself running down what seemed to be my driveway. I didn't much like the setting, so I changed it. I got a busy city street next, and decided that would do. It was a very busy road, four-lane I believe. Or maybe just an oddly wide two-lane with a turn lane, not sure. There were cars speeding toward me from both sides, as I was standing in the middle of the street. Being Superman, as I nearly always am in lucid dreams, I wasn't all that concerned by this, and thought I'd have myself a little destructive fun. I dove and rolled, rolling beneath a passing car, coming to my feet on the other side of the road, and used my telekinesis to lift another car into the air and throw it into a building. Then I dove again, rolling across the street underneath several vehicles. I again rose to my feet and used telekinesis to thrown cars and trucks around, some of them exploding on hitting the ground. I repeated this a few times, once even kicking up with my feet as I rolled under a car, sending it flying skyward only to explode in a fiery ball of flame as it hit the hard pavement upon getting reacquainted with gravity. After I'd blown up or destroyed most of the cars within sight, and grown bored of this, I stood in one place for maybe half a minute, thinking on what I wanted to do next.
(Earlier in the afternoon, before I awoke for the first time, I had had a dream involving a really neat capuchin monkey, and in fact had, upon waking up, told myself that the next time I had a lucid dream I wanted that monkey to be in it. So that was the plan: to bring the monkey into my dream.) I thought about the monkey, and focused on it, incubating the thought that I wanted the monkey to appear in my dream. Then I heard a distant call for help with my super-hearing, and leaped over the buildings in front of me into the air, to fly to where the cry originated from. (The next bit was a continuation of an earlier dream, from immediately before I became lucid. I had had two dreams, each laid out like a television show. They were murder mysteries, I think. The main character seemed to be a woman that remarkably resembled a cross between Nicole Sheridan and Burns. Yes, odd, I know. But that's dreams for you.)
I landed beside a beautiful mountain stream, high in what might have been the Alps. The stream poured down a series of hillsides, almost terraces, in places forming waterfalls. It branched off into smaller brooks occasionally, too. One of the more pleasant dreamscapes I've seen in years. The woman spoke to me, and I replied, and it seems now that I tried to remember what we said, so that I would be able to write it down when I woke up. (Which didn't work, unfortunately. Still, it was better than the last lucid I had, where I saw a legible sign with writing that did not change, and so wrote the text on the palm of my hand with the pen I always carry in my pocket. Dream logic kicked in in that case, making me think that somehow it would be written on my hand when I woke up. So when I woke up, I checked. It was a false awakening, though. :P)
Then I heard a whistling noise, almost like someone whistling along to a song, only not quite in tune. It also sounded like they didn't really know how to whistle, and had merely heard someone else doing it and were making a noise similar. After looking around, I determined that it was coming from beneath my cape. Lo and behold, there was the capuchin monkey! It showed itself, sat on my shoulder for a moment, and then cavorted off across the hills and jumped the stream to the far bank. I let it go. Me and the woman talked more, something about an unsolved murder, a case left over from the earlier dreams involving her. Then the monkey started pitching a fit, screaming raucously and hooping and hollering. It took us a minute to figure out where he'd gone (his name was Jack, by the way) but we eventually located him across the stream, on the bank of another smaller stream which forked off of the main one. The reason for his excitement quickly became apparent: he'd found the body of the murdered man.
It seems the perpetrator of the crime had tossed the body into the river upstream, expecting it to be washed away or frozen underneath a bank somewhere, but instead it had been washed down another branch of the river, into this stream, and up on the bank where Jack found it. So that solved that mystery. By this time the logic of dreams was beginning to take over my waning lucidity, but I was still able to do what I wished. I chose to just go along with the dream, to see what would happen. I found myself heading downhill to the entrance of a small trailer, like what construction companies use as an office on job sites. My father was waiting, and together we headed up the steps into the trailer. The sensation of the 2x4s that made up the railing and the steps under my feet felt so real that I told my dad that the sensations must be real, that I must be making these movements in real life. (Here is where my logic began to lose out to the dream's, though I was still lucid.) I think I'd already explained to him that I was dreaming.
I sighted-guided my dad inside, then let him stand in the main room/entryway while I checked out the rest of the small dwelling. Seeing nothing of interest, I came back to him, and the main room. In front of us was a long table, with two speakers and a mixer sitting on it, along with some reading material. I sat my dad down in a chair in front of the table, and told him I'd get us some music playing. I was actually looking forward to messing around with a mixer and sound system in a dream. I walked around the table, and re-positioned the equipment.
I was just about to start fiddling with it when my dog's barking woke me up, letting me know that I was late feeding her. I'd slept about an hour, maybe a an hour and a quarter. Perhaps twenty minutes of that was taken up by the lucid dream. I was in a pretty good mood upon awakening, seeing as how I hadn't at all expected the lucid dream, and it was the longest I've ever had. Parts could have a bit more vivid or realistic, but overall the level of vividness was quite good, as are most of my dreams. A thoroughly enjoyable experience, in any event!
Thanks for reading!
