September 19th 2008
~Wake Initiated Lucid Dream
~Possibly completed MM Advanced Lucid Task
FINALLY! It feels amazing to get WILD again. Kinda like sliding into a pool of warm, silky chocolate. *Ahem* Yeah, yeah, yeah. So I was once someone's fondu tidbit. Don't knock it until you've tried it.
In this dream my brain goes bimbo again while trying to remember intended lucid persuits. A silver lining to this is that some strange and new ideas materialize out of thin air. So I slink, slither and spin my way through this one to eventually have a close encounter of the heavenly kind.
The dream took place within 8 minutes. Felt much longer than that.
I lay on my stomach in bed. A numbness tingles in my extremities. I'll be dreaming shortly. After a few moments I will myself to rise from the bed. With effort comes success.
LUCIDITY.
I peel from the mattress. My room is dark. I head for the dim light that looms beyond my bedroom door. I float across the bed but once I hover off of it I drop like a rock. Once on the floor I can not rise. I refuse to spend this dream fighting for control. Instead of rising I am a snake. I slither around objects barring my way. Once in the hall I decide that I don't like viewing at the world from such a serpentine perspective.
A cat. I am a cat. My slithering turns to prowling. I stalk into the kitchen. The oven has wooden cupboard doors instead of it's usual single door. Odd. I will investigate that after the living room but othing of interest lies in that room. Back to the kitchen I prowl. Instead of investigating the oven doors I open the doors under the sink. That cupboard is full of junk. I try to crawl in. If I can find the darkness at the bottom of the junkpile there will be a portal to another dreamscape. I dig but do not find the dark.
I give up. On my way back to the hallway I revert to two legged walking. What needs doing while I'm lucid? No preplanned ideas crash to the forefront of my mind. But a new thought blazes. I want to see and speak with an angel. The biblical kind. I call out several times for an angel to come but none comply.
I go to the front door, open it. The outer world is shining and perfect. It's so realistic. I wonder, am I awake? Before such thoughts can cloud my already misty mind I close the door. I step down into my studio. It is immaculate. Nothing odd awaits me. Again I wonder if I'm maybe I'm awake. The dream and my lucidity falter.
Dreamspin. I have never dream spun to prolong lucidity or change a dream scene. No time like the present to try something new. I spin quickly. The scenery blurs. I feel the dream has stabalized. I stop but the dream continues to whirl wildly around me. It begins to wobble from side to side, tipping a bit more each time. My house will topple.
I will not let that happen. I bring my fingers to my temples and concentrate to bring the room to a halt. It stabalizes. Quickly I head for my bedroom. There is stashed my meager collection of dream books. I need to read them. Will I be able to read text? Will the books' contents be changed? Will one of the books give me a an idea of what to do while lucid?
As I round the hallway corner the front door slams loudly. I turn to see who has entered my house, my dream. To my utter surprise a little girl of about 5 stands there. She sports a backpack. "Are you my mom?" she asks with obvious confusion. Something feels off. I feel drunk with weariness.
"I don't think so." I answer. The scene is so real. What if this is my real life? Is this child and house and dream my actual reality? Am I that girl's mother? Have I awakened from some insanely long dream of an alternate reality to find myself in my real reality? My eyes burn and itch tremendously. I rub at them while the girl stares. To make sure I'm still dreaming I shove my fist through the wall. I levitate coats off the rack. Yes. I'm dreaming. I look at the girl closely and wonder who she is, what she wants. Then it hits me.
"Are you the angel I asked for?"
The little girl does not reply. She smiles in a sly way.
I begin to think of things to ask her but a moment later I wake up.
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