J.D.

02.12.2009

Naked, if Possible! (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had the longest, most stable lucid ever this morning, and had great control! Only problem is... can't remember the most of it! I had a great time though.

I was running along a suburban street in the rain, at night. I was playing some sort of game, possibly hide and seek. I was hiding in a giant green bin for a bit, but then I thought, "Who cares if anyone sees me! With that in mind I ripped off all my clothes (who knows why) and jumped proudly out of the bin. I took a running leap and it was as if gravity had been cancelled out. I flew straight and streadily up the street and landed comfortably on the roof of a house. I could see no-one around, so I went inside, via a small window in the conservatory. I had to slide in like a snake through the gap, and I knocked over lots of ornaments and a lamp.

A while later, I remembered an old "lucid task of the month" I had never attempted, which was to "somersault in the air". I stepped up on the arm of the big brown settee and did a flip. I nearly got it! I landed on the top of my ass, where the tailbone is. There was no pain, just a thud. I lay there and laughed.

I think I became non-lucid for a while, because I remember trying to type something on this laptop and not being able to work out why nothing would work. I'm a pretty speedy typist normally and it was frustrating me to no end. Somebody was sitting beside me, and was greatly amused at my situation. Then I realised, "What if I'm dreaming and that's why I can't type!" I was quite amazed at the fact I was dreaming, and said out loud, "Sweet, round two!" Then I ripped my clothes off again. Don't ask me why, something about the freedom of no rules! I strolled confidently downstairs (I was in my bedroom) and out the front door.

I had a false awakening which I caught. Unlike last time, I was able to heave myself out of bed. Good times.

Some missing time here, during which I'm sure something awesome and interesting happened, but I can't remember. I do remember, however, trying to convince myself that I would remember all this when I woke up. That's what leads me to believe some significant shit happened. One thing I remember doing after this is flying hella fast. I crouched in something like the sprint starting position and kicked off. I flew up and forward like a rocket, at an angle of 40 degrees. It was unbelievably fast, and soon I passed through some thick, wet clouds.

Unfortunately, not much else I recall!