Duncan

11-1-2012

dream comments lucid names edited for privacy.

I am with a collection of friends at my old house. Jane, Graeme and Ben are there. We have a lot of alchohol, pills and weed (I decided last year to stay clean away from anything other then alchohol so this situation is annoying) in the dream I smoke some weed and get pretty drunk too. Everyone is sitting around in a circle and we are all pretty wasted. The dreamscape changes and we are now high up on a wooden platform at someone elses house, the circle of people remains unchanged though. I sort of get a feeling that things arent normal but it doesnt come to anything. My grandma calls me and says she is on her way to pick me up, I freak out because I am wasted but manage to pull myself together before she arrives, suddenly I am sober as a judge. becoming sober seems to unleash a new clarity in my mind and my awareness is switched on. I realise that my location is unfamiliar and that my Nana should be in another city. I become lucid. without doing a R/C I begin to follow Nana, curious to where she was going to take me, strangely she meets up with a friend though and leaves me once we have just crossed the road. I decide to head back towards my friends but when I turn around the house has disappeared and they are all out on the street. I invite Jane to come flying with me but she just laughs so I set off on my own. I often get frustrated when I fly because I seem to always have a kind of "energy level" that depletes the longer I stay in the air. I can never get my speed up enough for totally unrestriced free flying. This time is a little better. I manage to position myself head first, arms by my side and pointed towards the moon (which is HUGE). I fly low over a park and the branches of a tree brush over my face and body but its not painful and just grounds me to the dream some more. the feeling of flight is totally amazing as usual, the scenery below just blows my mind, although it is only my hometown as I know it. I pass over some back yards and see a childhood friend of mine playing on one of those skydiver training things which have the huge fans below them to simulate freefall. I laugh to myself because he is struggling so hard and I am just cruising by. Amazed, he yells out "LOOK, ITS DUNCAN, HES FLYING!". Now I am really high up. I feel determained to get as close to the moon as possible. the ground shrinks below me and I must be at least 200m up in the sky when, as usual, my 'flying energy' starts to run out. annoyed I start to float back towards the ground, kind of picking up speed right toward the end. As I come into the ground I am going hot and heavy, so throw my feet out infront of me and prepare for a massive slide along the ground. I hit the ground sliding and realise that there are millions of icecubes everywhere, making my landing a little more manageable. I eventually slam into the side of a garage door and come to a stop. This is the last thing I remeber before waking