exoapollo

Had a lengthy dream in which I attended a camping/music festival. At some point I decided I was going home so I took my tent and sleeping bag and bailed from the festival. At some point I ended up sleeping in a car in my sleeping bag, a car that wasn't mine. I awoke in this car (still within the dream) and began to walk with the intention of heading home still. I found myself suddenly walking along the highway in front of my house. I approached my local bus stop where there were a bunch of people hanging out. Waiting for a bus maybe who knows (come to think of it no cars were driving at any point along the highway). I began talking to this fairly attractive girl and started to touch her arm. As I did she said told me I couldn't do that. At this point I realised that I could, that I was dreaming and I could do whatever I wanted. As soon as I realised this the girl and all the other people disappeared, it sometimes happens when I get lucid. I started hopping about with the intention of running as fast as I could along the highway, I wanted to get a run up and then fly, it works for me. I could feel myself slipping though and I started furiously rubbing my hands and looking for something to touch. I very clearly remember flipping horizontally all of a sudden and felt a huge rushing feeling on my shoulders. I kept repeating to myself not to wake up or lose the lucidity.

I did however and slipped back into the regular dream. During this dream I figured something had gone wrong and I attributed it to being really drunk and spent the rest of my dream feeling hungover and have flashbacks into what I assumed were parts of my previous drunken stupor.

Dream Type- Normal

This dream took place in a sort of hybrid location- what appeared to the hinterlands surrounding my home town but containing architecture similar to what you would find in the poorer districts of Rio De Janeiro. I wandered the streets of this location for awhile before spotting a gift shop. Somehow I managed to shoot the owner of the store when he came out to tell me that I couldn't come in. I instantly felt terrible about murdering the man from a mixture of fear of being caught and also the fact that I had committed murder. And some point in the dream I did feel like turning myself in (this guilty feeling followed me throughout the dream from this point). I entered the gift shop and began to look around at it. I remember vividly that it contained multiple shelves holding t shirts. Each wall bar one had a window, at several points I would run to the window and look out, perhaps fearful of approaching police. I began to obsess over a particular pile of t shirts on one of the shelves. The shirts were all pertaining to my home state of Tasmania. None of them grabbed my interest. By this point a large crowd had gathered over the body of the owner, but once I approached them I realized all they wanted was to come in and shop. I allowed a few people in, three girls I believe. One of them had a tape player. She sat in the corner and started to play it some Ryan Adams. I instantly recognized the song and pointed this out to her. We discussed the good points of Ryan Adams music for awhile. I even made a quip about how people confused him for the horrifyingly more incompetent Bryan Adams. At this point I decided to exit the shop, past the growing crowd of people.

I made my way through the slum like areas of the town with the intention of finding a bus and making my way home. Still the guilt of my murder followed me. I progressed upwards through the streets, eventually making my way up to a mountainous pass. I realized at this point that I had gone the wrong way. When I looked out I could see city of the gold coast in the distance, with its distinctive skyline. I turned around and began to run back through the slum areas. At this point I awoke.

Interesting points: The immense feeling of guilt is something that I can still recall now as I write this. Makes me kind of pleased to know I don't enjoy murdering folk. However there was a slight foggy notion of everything being okay as I was in the dream- like somehow I was slowly becoming aware that I hadn't actually commited a murder. At some points I even remember thinking 'It will be alright, you wont get caught, I am certain'. I now believe that this sort of immune feeling to what I had done was a semi-attempt at my brain realizing the falseness of my scenario. I have notice that recently I have become more logical in my dreams, even when not lucid.

Dream Type- Normal

Was at the main shopping street in my town, except it was a varied version (one which I usually visit in dreams) of the street. By this I mean that it contained shops that aren't there in real life, other shops that are but are in different places and the angle of the street (it slopes downwards slightly) is much steeper. I often visit this street in my dreams, I refer to it as AltaJames (in reality the street is called James Street). Found the urge to order a burger at my favorite burger joint, however for some reason the cook wanted me to drive home before I could eat it. Once I had received my burger I instantly found myself outside my house, in the front seat of a car that I had never seen before. This of course did not seem odd to me.

Later in the dream I recall being at a stormy beach that had a long series of train lines running down it. At one point I had to carry something across the lines as a train approached and only just made it to the other side before the train rode past. It was here that I encountered a female friend of mine, someone who in reality had shown an interest in Lucid Dreaming. I proceeded to explain it to her, however I foolishly took no time to realize that I myself was dreaming and could had quickly done a reality check and became Lucid. Upon awakening this fact frustrated me greatly.