jcallinor

Non-dream/lucid/non-lucid

I don't really remember the first part of the dream but I remember it revolved around doing laundry and avoiding writing an essay. I took a load of laundry out of the dryer and carried it back to my room (which was now a separate part of my house that has not existed before). I dumped all of the clothes on my bed and in hearing my parents come to check as to why I am awake, I notice that it is around four in the morning. To avoid them realizing I was awake doing laundry I hide myself under the clothes and close my eyes. It is at this point I open them to find that I am in a field hiding in a tent. Around me are what I perceive to be native Americans dressed in stereo-typical clothing. I look down at myself and realize I am dressed similarly. I look forward and realize that a group on horseback is approacher us dressed in typical colonist clothing. I brace myself for the collision. When it occurs my (family?) is thrown back leaving me out in the open as our tent collapses. I look behind me and begin to sprint away from my pursuers who have now realized that I escaped and are turning around to chase me. As I run away the openness of the field narrows into a concrete hallway that seems to belong to my school and the colonists change into two stereo-typical bullies. I am baffled at this for a split second but even without a reality check I suddenly come to the conclusion that I am dreaming. I am elated at the idea and don't seem to need a reality check to confirm my suspicions. I reach in my pocket searching for button that I conciously tell myself will teleport me away from the bullies. My fingers grasp exactly that and I pull it out of my pocket. The concrete hallway merges into an intersection of hallways with a series of stairs to the right. I hold the button in my hands and prepare myself to jump and dissapear in mid air. The bullies are close behind and I leap into the air. For some reason I fail to press the button and instead fall hard on my knees increasing my lucidity to the point where I can feel my legs as the fibrations from the fall reverberate through my body. I look behind me and see that in mid-fall I dropped the button and the bullies were closing in. In my increased addreneline I didn't have much time to process the idea that the bullies did not exist and instead I ran to the end of the hall only to be met with a locked door. I took a step back feeling as though I was doomed, but then an interesting thought came to me. I looked at the doors and without thinking sprinted forward. I passed through the doors as if they were water and I got a 3rd person view of the bullies standing there baffled unable to follow me through the locked doors. I walked outside in the cool air and cuckled to myself at my sucess in manipulating the dream. I then tried to think of an activity to do and decided I should try flying. In short - it didn't work. I tried to jump, mentally increasing my attained height with each bounce. But in the end I only was able to achieve a large jump - which was cool in itself. As my mind focused on other topics I saw my friends hanging out on top of a ten foot chain-link fence behind some bushes. I floated up to them (not sure why I didnt try flying after floating) and asked them why they weren't moving around since this was a dream. They pointed at the sky and told me that there was a ufo citing going on and they would rather do that. I then floated down to the ground and looked at the sky, (it was dark btw). The stars were moving in a fascinating sort of light show which I found I could control with an outstretched finger. After a minute of this I realized I was wasting my time and decided I should teleport to Paris, (my favorite city). I spun around in a circle, closed my eyes and thought "Paris, France" to myself intently. When I opened my eyes I found myself in a street I didn't recognize, but all the aspects of my surroundings were extremely Parisian, so I assumes my teleport had succeeded. I then walked down the street and saw the Parisians who flooded the streets. After walking a bit I turned the corner into a shop where I saw my friends arguing about something while spectators watched. Before I walked out of the shop I stopped and found that I was extremely horny and wanted to have lucid-sex. I looked around the room for a suitable candidate and to my disappointment most of the women were pretty homely. I then noticed my old (woman) pastor (I had always found here really attractive) and asked her if she wanted to have sex in my appartment across the street. As I tried to take her across the street my consciousness began to fail and I lost my ability to see. I still mad my way into the elevator when I tried unsuccessfully to press the button for the 7th floor. After a period of failure, I woke up

I should have taken the stairs... : (

End result:

Taste: 0%

Hear: 25%

Feel: 50%

Smell: 0%

Sight: 80%