burton_bean
Myself

I'm unsure of what was happening before I became lucid. Yet, once I was lucid my first idea was to drive a car since it has been a long time since I have driven a car in a lucid dream. Fortunately I was already on a street within a large city that resembled New York to an extent. I walked to the side of the street where an old beater car sat. I thought about an Audi for a moment, and the car slowly transformed into a silver Audi. I wasn't satisfied with the model, so I thought to myself "something powerful." The new model of the car looked beefed up and very fancy. But, when I got into the car, the steering wheel was located in the backseat. I found this unacceptable, so I pictured the steering wheel in the correct position, shut the door, and reopened it to find the steering wheel in it's correct position. I got in and lucked out to find that it was a standard. I threw the car into 1st gear and sped off as fast as the thing could go. Within in seconds another car was speeding by me and we began ramming each other's sides. It was very thrilling since I was still completely lucid at this point. I looked to my right, and for some reason a girl was sitting in the passenger seat.. I managed to ram the other car off the road, and felt that I had driven the car enough. I got out, and the night quickly turned into day. I tried flying, and I succeeded, but I could only fly slowly. I tried again, but this time I used a different technique. I began on the ground running as fast as I could, and then I threw my arms out in front of me as hard as I could. The results were amazing! I have never flown this fast in any dream of mine. The city scenery had turned into a blur. I flew up to a futball stadium, and entered from the top while flying. I swooped down, and a game happened to be going on at the time. I managed to hit the ball and score on the what seemed to be guest team. The crowd began to rage in a riot, and I felt that it was time to leave. I flew outside to find a totally different landscape then what was there before. It now resembled the Moab desert. There were big red rocks and arches everywhere. I walked under one large rock where I spoke to a group of people. Suddenly a few rocks began to fall. I looked up and saw a Vietnamese man with long hair climbing the rocks. I flew up and told him to be careful, and to eat horse tits. He obliged, and continued to climb! I had grown bored with my surroundings, so I landed softly on the ground and tried out the spin technique. I spun around once, and found myself within a cafeteria filled with people. I went into the line and asked for extra potatoes and crunchy noodles. The man fulfilled my request, and I went to go sit by some girls. I began to have a conversation with one of them. I asked her how she felt being in my dream. She replied saying, "I feel futile, but I can still create whatever I wish while I am here." I challenged her and told her to show me. Suddenly I was in my own bedroom with her, but the room was much larger than it is in real life. There were other beautiful girls in the room as well. There was foreplay among I and several other women. Then the women I challenged spawned one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. My complete attention was drawn to her. I asked the women where she was from, and she said Columbia. When we kissed, it was one of the most amazing sensations I have ever felt from another dream character. Music began to play with an older man singing. It grew louder and louder until I woke up, yet, there was no music playing! Whack dream...

I was in a house, where a girl and I were bickering over some matter. She was inside the room, and I upset her pretty badly, so she decided to shut the door while my fingers were still on the door-frame. I began yelling at her since my hand was stuck in the door, and calling her names. I felt her furry building, but mine did as well. I wanted to get inside the room, but this girl was powerful. Finally, I felt my hand was damaged enough, and spoke up announcing that I would leave. I insulted her one last time, then shut the door myself. This upset here extremely, and I felt satisfied as I walked away. I had only been walking for 8 seconds when all of a sudden I hear a scream, and hands wrapped around my shoulders and chest from behind. I could see from my peripheral vision, that it was the girl I had insulted. She had come through the wall, without breaking it, and dragged me back in with her very quickly. I felt out of breath, and we began traveling upwards so fast that everything was a blur. Eventually everything stopped moving, and I was left in a room with another man sitting at a table. He looked at me smiling, and suddenly I thought to myself "this is a bit strange, I just floated through walls. I must be dreaming!" I plugged my nose and tried to breath, and sure enough I was able to breath. The dream remained stable, and the man continued to smile gazing at me. I asked him if he could show me some new dream powers that I haven't used before. He said nothing, but began to turn plates into swirling spirals and I mimicked his powers. The man showed me many other tricks, but sadly I can't remember most of them because I have waited so long to record this dream! Anyways, after a good 10 minutes of learning new things with this man, I felt he had grown tired of me so I left. I found myself in a room full of resistant women. For some reason I obliged to their requests, almost forgetting that this was a dream. I just wanted to get naked, but they didn't want to. Oh well. the dream faded.

The dream began in a symphony hall, where my shoes, which were off, and my guitar case were sitting next to me. I was talking to other fellow musicians casually about the performance that was about to come up, and enjoying the conversation. I left the hall to go home, and became unconscious in my dream. I woke up, and went back the symphony hall which felt like it was the next day, and just so happened to be the day of the performance. I had a worry in the back of my head that I had lost my shoes since I left them in the hall, but I soon found them right next to my guitar case where I left them. I put them on and strapped my instrument around my neck and walked backstage so I could enter the stage when the performance began. From what I can remember, we only played one song which was one originally created by me in real life yet it had a twist to it. Instead of the typical 4 piece band instruments, an entire symphony was there to back it up. It sounded so beautiful, I had such an extreme feeling of joy that I will never forget. After the song ended the crowd listening roared with applause. I cannot even begin to explain what this felt like. The dream transitioned to where I was laying in my bed with my guitar jamming away the same leads I had just played with the symphony. My family seemed to be proud of me for what I was doing. I set down my guitar, and walked outside where a different landscape was than in real life. Instead of being my usual yard, I found myself in a huge grassy prairie with trees bordering the grass. There were multiple people I knew here, and they had balloons in their hands. When I got a hold of one of the balloons I began to float. Once I reached 30 feet, I equalized and just floated around above everyone. This sensation was much MUCH more vivid than any sensation I have ever gotten while flying in a lucid dream. It was fantastic! I soon figured out that I could control my elevation above the ground. I was having fun with it for a while, when one of the balloons I was holding popped. I slowly floated back to the ground, and decided I wanted to try and find more balloons so I could float around some more. I was successful in retrieving more balloons, but I could never manage to float as high as I initially had. It didn't matter to me though. The atmosphere was so positive and filled me with some of the brightest emotions I have ever experienced. Truly amazing.

I felt like I was outside a maze. I was walking down a gravel path and noticed my room. For some reason I had the sense that this outdoor area with a tent pitched was my room! In it were my three guitars, but there were also 3 other ones. I picked up the coolest looking one, and felt like I had owned it for some time now. The strange thing was that the stringless neck, flopped around like it was made out of rubber. I wasn't worried though, because for some strange reason I knew once I put new strings on it, it would play just fine. I picked up another guitar, and was now carrying two of them on my way to band practice. The dream fades...

I was in the union at my university, and I ran into my Observational Behavior Professor. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and his dress seemed more adolescent-esque. His face also looked very shiny and I could see each individual pore on his face. The dream was almost more vivid than what I see in my waking life! We walked and joked about some other students in the class, until we entered a small room. I sat down on a very high couch and my professor sat down on the ground cross-legged. I looked around and there were a few students sitting down already. It felt like a very small class meeting, but he didn't begin lecturing. I could see a pack of cigarettes in the back pocket of his jeans (very un-professor like). I remember thinking to myself, "can this guy get any cooler?" He spoke to a few of us students in a very casual way for a few minutes, then my mind got lost. Everyone had disappeared, and I had a strange sensation of confusion. I reality-checked, and I could breath through my nose! Right when I realized it was a dream a thought popped into my head, where I thought I should just lay back and fall towards the ground. I do not know why I thought of this, but it just felt like the right thing to do at the time. I began to fall backwards like you would if you were about to fall flat on your bed, legs and arms straight down to my side. As I fell, with a feeling of sublimity, the fall was never broken by a ground surface. Instead, I felt like I was being swallowed by a huge, invisible pillow. The room began to expand vertically getting farther and farther away which soon began to look like a square tunnel. I began to think about rain, and with this thought, the ceiling's paint started to melt off like it was water and poured down in rain drops. When each drop hit the ground, it gracefully morphed into a flying book. My mind was in awe. Words cannot describe how exciting of an experience this was.