(Success at both - Feb. 4. First lucid I've had in weeks, too. Controlling the things is a breeze - it's getting there that's the battle right now.)
After getting up and going back to sleep on the couch in the living room, I hear what I think is my son's alarm go off and think, "Damn it... it's Sunday - he should have shut that off. His bedroom door opens, but there is no light behind him as usual. I RC and become lucid.
He walks into the kitchen and starts making himself breakfast. I think it would be fun to go mess with him, so I follow him (floating, like a ghost) into the kitchen, drift up behind him and lay my hands on his shoulders, but they pass right through! I realize I AM a ghost. So I look around our kitchen, which is full of plants that have never been there before. I look at the delicate leaves and the detail, as my son passes through me several times before going back to his bedroom.
I go into the dining room and a strange dog is there. It is a pit bull. I reach down to pet it, and it bites me and won't let go. There is no pain - I know this is a dream and find this all amusing. I think, "Well, am I going to waste all this here or go find me a tornado?" I know it is COLD outslde, (-1 F here for real at the moment,) but open the door and go outside, bracing for a cold blast.
It is a fall day. There is a powerful wind and I can see a green-black cloud to the north-west. This isn't quite right - tornadic storms generally approach our house from the south-west. I take three steps and push into the sky.
I can see a black funnel a few blocks away from me. I fly higher, and as I do the wind gets worse and things get louder and louder. As I approach the funnel, the wind from behind me just starts carrying me, so I stop consciously flying and let it take me.
I am in the tornado. At first, I can't see anything. It is terribly loud, and I am getting buffeted by debris - but it doesn't hurt, because I decide it doesn't. I sort of swim toward what I think is the middle of the thing. It seems a bit calmer here. There is a lot of brown stuff - leaves and wood chunks and whatnot. I find the dead middle and lay on my back. I know it is the middle because I start rotating around like a top. It is comfortable, but gets boring quickly.
I'm already spinning, so I close my eyes and decide to emerge in a park with lots of people where I can ask a DC to be my Valentine. I open my eyes and am in a suburban neighborhood. There is a park and a river just a half block away, and it is full of people. The people all look like bad Japanese anime though - so I stop and study my hands for a bit. When I look up, they are real people.
I find somebody with long hair in a brown coat who looks really sad, just by the way she's walking, though I can't see her face. I come up behind her and say, "Hey... would you be my valentine?" as I walk up beside her. She turns away from me and heads off in a new direction. I put my hand on her shoulder and whisper again, "Would you please be my valentine?" She looks at me and I can finally see her face. She is probably about my age, with an injury over one of her eyes. With her eyes looking at the ground, she says, "Leave me alone. Go find somebody else."
Well, I asked.
(At this point, things fade away really fast. I know that I could pretty easily WILD now, because once a lucid occurs in a night it seems to be really easy to get back there - but I can feel the beginnings of a headache from too much sleep and decide to get up.)
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