
Originally Posted by
Wolfsbane
+Jan.8+
I was in my old house, but I didn't live there. I'm not sure how I got in, but I was there alone. I wandered throughout the house seeing what the new owners had done with it. All of the decorations throughout the house had deep red, gold, and bronze colors. There was a giant curtain separating the open living room from the rest of the house, and I figured that it was someone's bedroom. My sister showed up to look around, and I think she startled me a bit. I walked into my old bedroom, and it looked just like I remembered it.
As I looked out my window, I realized I was dreaming. I opened the window and crouched on the ledge. I closed my eyes and thought, "Below me is an ocean. A Hawaiin crystal blue ocean. There are colorful fish and coral reefs, but no sharks are in sight. Atlantis is down there." When I opened my eyes, I was standing at the patio door. I closed my eyes and thought of Atlantis again. When I opened them and walked outside, my mom appeared and followed me. She kept asking me things like if I was going to do laundry soon or if I could go inside and look at something. "Stupid distracting dream character," I thought, "Go back inside! Or sit down. Whatever. Just get out of my way."
As I walked toward the lawn, I once again imagined water and Atlantis. When I opened my eyes, there was a huge, square swimming pool in the ground. It was at least 20 feet deep. I jumped in and looked around underwater. In the middle I saw colorful coral and kelp, but no lost city. I saw two sharks at the other side of the pool, and they were heading towards me. I held on to the ledge to keep my head out of the water and thought, "I can deal with anything the sharks throw at me. I'm a professional shark wrestler." When I looked again, the sharks were still there.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them, I was in a normal-looking pool and was only semi-lucid. Ninja9578 sat on an edge with his feet dangling in the water. Around me were other DVers (nobody in particular). It felt like a philosophical discussion group, and Ninja was leading it. He asked things like, "What is lucid dreaming? We all know what it means to have a lucid dream, but what does that truly mean to you?"
I got out and started to walk inside to grab a towel. A few DCs walked in front of me, and all of them were wearing hideous striped sweater/halter top things. One lady had really frizzy brown hair, and I said to her, "You're dreaming right now! This is all a dream! Don't you realize what that means?? Stop wasting your time here. Go out and do your tasks!" She had a surprised look on her face, and then ran out the side gate to do whatever she had to do. I guess I should have followed my own advice.
Now I was in a fake lucid. I was still dreaming, but I'd lost sense of what reality was. There was a woman sitting by a vanity, and I think I was supposed to know her through another friend. Apparently I met her before but lost contact with her. She was gorgeous. Dark hispanic skin with curled hairI almost didn't say anything, but then I realized I should find out her real name since I was still dreaming. I called her La DiDa or La Odio (odio means hate in spanish. odd.), but I knew that was just a stage name. She said that she also goes by Pumpkin, Peppermint and Vizzy. I asked why she never used her real name, and her response was, "With a personality this big, you can't have just one name!"
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