jcallinor

Non-Dream/Non-Lucid/Lucid

I am walking down a busy street when I perform a reality check and realize that I have six fingers. I look away and the fingers have not changed in number, so I become lucid. I try and change the number of my fingers by pulling off the excess finger, but decide against it once I remember other lucid possibilities. I then try an activity that has been eluding me for the past few dreams - flying. This time, however, I decide to begin the flight neo-style and jump from the ground to the air. I look around and realize that I am flying in mid-air. I take a couple swimming strokes to steady myself and take off (again as neo) with my arms by my sides. This causes me to fly straight into the ground. However, I am not discouraged as I feel minimal pain. I repeat the process again except this time hold my hands a-la-superman which allows me to fly with stability.

I fly over to a diner by the lake that surrounds the town and set myself down near the entrance. I then try another of my lucid goals: to become a super-sayan. I hold my hands in front of me and yell "camee camee caaaa!!!" in an attempt to make a light beam come out of my hands. The only thing that comes forth are small crystal-like particles in front of my hands that look like the beginnings of a light beam. After a few seconds I try again, this time with zero results. I then decide to go inside and see what is happening inside the diner. I look at the peaceable people having lunch and smash a table to pieces, (probably angry over my failed light beam attempt). The manager throws me outside where I was before. I then notice a large pole, presumably for telephone lines. I fly to the top of it and start peeing off the edge. I then look down and see a woman from the diner watching me. She asks me how I was able to fly up there and I tell her that we are in a dream. She is fascinated with the idea and asks me to teach her how to fly. I come down from the pole and tell her to jump into the air and use swimming strokes to stabilize the flight.

Suddenly I find myself in the middle of an intersection. The woman is there along with two other men who apparently want to learn to be lucid as well. I tell them all that we are going to fly to Paris and that they all should just follow me. I then crack a joke which I dont remember, but it went over well. We all jump into the air and start flying. As we go higher and higher I begin to lose control of the flight as gravitational instincts set in. I'm not sure when or why, but we all veered off into the building, flew through walls, and ended up in a room. I then decided (not sure why) that I would kill all of them in Saw-esque traps. I followed them around the room but they seemed aware of my intentions and evaded me at every step. After a while I decided that it would be pointless to continue and tried flying away to Paris by myself. However, I was pulled back into the room.

And I woke up