Clyde Machine

18.05.2010

98: 5.18.10; 12:15PM Part 7: Fun with Revolvers, Computer Incompetency, and a Shared Dream Attempt. Sorta. (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Coming out of a dream once more, I went back into one, visualizing myself sitting up in my bed with my laptop. I typed "dial.org", trying to get to a site I used to use every now and then some years ago (I believe "failblog.net" is what I meant), but I couldn't type it correctly no matter how many times I tried. When I gave it one last try and found my computer saying "Porn" in my URL bar, I gave up trying to type it.

I realized I only had one eye open, so I opened the other and found everything to be very clear around me, very satisfying. I was enjoying the lucid, so I kept a very serious face to avoid coming out of it prematurely. Done with my computer, I reached under my pillow, looking for a pistol. Of course, I pulled out a beautiful, big black revolver and aimed it first at my computer screen, then out my window, figuring even in a dream I shouldn't shoot my only computer.

I cocked and fired it - but it sounded like a .22 rifle. (As in, not a very strong gunshot sound.) I cocked it and expected it to sound like a heavy gun when I fired it this time - it made a satisfying, loud boom like it should have. I went for a shot once more, this time expecting it to sound like a cannon - but this time, it sounded like the last shot I'd made, which, while satisfying, wasn't as incredibly loud as I'd hoped to hear.

I cocked the gun harder and pulled the trigger harder, still firing out my window into the bleak overcast sky, and found that I could fire multiple rounds with one pull if I pulled the trigger proportionately harder, much like an assault rifle. I did this several times, making the bullet chamber spin like a high-speed carousel, for several minutes, then I put the gun down to consider other things I could do while lucid.

I knew this was going to be a longer lucid than other recent dreams, so I was determined to make it good. At this point I thought about all my goals that I'd considered before going to bed that night, and sat there on my bed, fully lucid, thinking and taking my time. I wanted to try to contact Julia, so I screamed her name loud. It was so loud I could've sworn I'd heard myself shout it in the real world. I put my hand on my head and felt my hair was really soft while I thought about it - I realized I couldn't have a shared dream with her because she wasn't asleep this time of day.

While I thought, I closed my eyes in the dreamworld, and felt the lucid fading. I tried to open my eyes, expecting a false awakening to occur, but I woke up for real.

Interesting thought: While lucid and trying to open my eyes, I felt like my lucid eyes were behind my physical eyes, and when I tried to open the lucid ones, they started to open one of my physical ones, which made me come awake, but only after I woke up did I feel like I was fully back in my own body and was seeing the proper perspective from my physical eyes.