J.D.

06.11.2009

Nice Long Lucid (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember what I was dreaming about before becoming lucid- the lucid part is all I could force myself to remember!

I was standing in the car park of a shopping centre near my house and I was Homer Simpson. I don't know how that happened but I thought, "Right, enough of this!" and changed myself back to normal after a few tries, one of which nearly woke me up. I had to rub my hands together and forget about my physical body- soon I was back to stability. I was then picked up in the family car we had back in the 90's, a big Ford Galaxy. My whole family was in the car, and I had the back two seats to myself. I was desperate to get out and try to fly or something, and I thought of opening up the boot and taking off out the back, but everything seemed so real it was hard for me to do something that might kill me if in fact it was real.

For the second time ever, I remembered to do a reality check. I looked down and counted my fingers. Sure enough, there was an indeterminate number on each hand, maybe six. I leaned forward to show it to my brother, but I can't remember his reaction. I was completely sure this was a dream, but I was still impeded from jumping out of the moving car by my self-preservation instict. I'll have to train myself to remember that this is only useful when I'm awake! Maybe I'll deliberatly do something suicidal next time and see what happens. I was then distracted by waving at a girl driving the car behind. I used to know her from school, but havn't seen her since. She didn't see me at first, and I could see that she looked very sad. When she did notice me, she gave a very half-assed wave and turned away.

Despite wanting to do something extreme, I thought I might as well go along with the dream. I was content just knowing that I was dreaming and marvelling at how real everything looked/felt. The car stopped and we went inside a house we havn't lived in for five years. At first it looked like the one house, but once again, it was an amalgamation of more than one of the houses I've lived in. I walked up to the kitchen table, looking to try some food. I went for a mini Cadbury's Crunchie. It tasted just like it should in real life, maybe nicer- I'm not even very fond of Crunchies. Once everybody was inside, I noticed that the door had been left open. I ran at it and jumped into the air, drop-kicking it in such a way that it bounced off the wall and slammed shut.

I woke up here.