Turquoise Dreams

Thursday 8/8/13

Last night bed 12am - 7:30am

As I was falling asleep, I thought I'll try to have a DILD that night. So I was looking at back of my eyelids while saying "I'm dreaming".
I thought I got lucid 2 times last night in a DILD. But there was no excitement and I'm leaning towards these being false lucids.

DR 1 - I'm on a street car/trolley, going up slight hill. I sit on the driver's side, by the window. I'm marveling at the architecture of tall buildings with red tile roofs in typical Korean/Japanese style. I'm thinking how cool it would be if it was North Korea, but I know it could also be South Korea. That's when I realize I forgot my camera again (this is becoming a recurring issue for 20 years now).

I hear the tram's bell ringing and we switch to going backwards. I'm not worried, thinking trains do that sometimes. But then I see the guy in front of me looking back with worry and lady on my right is kinda screaming.

I look back and as we are rolling backwards, a truck that's all silver chrome is coming up the hill. It is just a few feet away and I cradle my head to brace for impact. I'm trying to think how else to protect myself and I move my leg a little to different position. At the same time I know we are gonna hit, but we will be ok.

We end up not colliding after all. But we start rolling again, I look back, and there is an elefant coming up tha hill, just a few feet from the back of the trolley. Some light purple liguid is squirting from his feet to the ground, as a street sweeper truck. Again, people scream, I brace, but we don't crash.

DR 2 - I'm sitting at the table with two man. Son and father. They are dressed in black. I'm still in North Korea. They cooked a feast for me and I feel so bad, because I know they have very little and don't want them to give it to me. There is a boiled/grilled chicken quarterd up on a tray, and something that looks unapetizing, like soft brains or something. One of the man lifts from the chair and in broken english tells me that that dish or recipe is from his grandfater. I'm telling him not to give me a lot, but he says "eh, no, here is another scoop" and puts another spoonful of goop on my plate. I start eating the chicken but I know I have to eat the other thing too as not to offend them.

One of the man walks by with an IV bag for his son.

That's when I say "hey, you guys, this is a dream, I'm in a lucid dream. That's when you realize in your dream that you are dreaming". With these words I'm already standing at the window, one leg out the window and a smile on my face. I fly off.

I cross the street and enter a buildng. I'm fying through some corridors and large rooms of what looks like an underground warehouse. I'm still in North Korea and I thing police is after me now. I'm flying between and over some large stacks of pallets, looking for a corner for me to hide in.

But nobody is rushing after me so I decide to get out of there. I'm stopping at crossroads and looking around, then turning to direction where the most light is coming from.

I'm out of the warehouse, flying up some short stairs, ending up in a large marbled hallway with deli shops. I thinking if this is still North Korea and I feel bad for all people there who are not privileged enough to shop and eat there.

I'm sitting someplace when I say "oh, this is still a dream". not sure what I did after. I feel like I was fighting to retain lucidity.