insideout

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

April 23, '11: I am running down a sidewalk. I run through a fence opening, past an old man. The old man is angry at people running past his house.
I start running backwards to face the old man. I tell him I’m sorry, but it’s the only way I know how to get where I’m going. He is not angry anymore, and we hug.
I continue running, now very tired. I wonder where I was going. I can’t remember. I realize I must be dreaming, so I relax and start floating.