Moth487

I finally had another lucid dream last night. It's sort of spurred me on somewhat, as I constantly seem to give up on journals and lucid dreaming in general. I also have a vague memory of having had some kind of lucid dream a couple of nights ago too, so... fingers crossed, I'll be having more.

Dream:
Something makes me realise everything isn't quite right: I think my sister was wearing the jacket which some anime character wears (I don't remember which, just know it was an anime or manga character and the jacket was dark) and it leads me to question why she should be wearing it. I reality check, pinching my nose, and a little air escapes between my fingers. I'm still not sure if it's a dream or not, and even after doing the same check multiple times, I still have my doubts. But since everything seems a bit odd anyway, I decide to go with the 'it's a dream' theory and remember how many times I've reality checked and done nothing for being doubtful.

Now in my own hallway (perhaps having previously been in the kitchen..?) and alone, I briefly wonder what to do. It's a choice between going through the hallway mirror and flying, and since I have always been much better at the latter than teleporting or summoning type stuff, I decide to do that. I run at the door, intending to go through it and then fly upwards. The glass and wood clings to my face but bends to my shape and I eventually force my way through (out of practise really) and jump up into the air. --I don't remember what happens here too well, but I end up back inside-- I try pushing through windows and doors a few times to get the feel for it back and then go upstairs. In my room, I look at my hands and decide to try changing their shape. I focus on the ring finger of my right hand and will it to get longer, thinking to myself things like 'this is a dream, you know it's a dream, it doesn't have to be logical'. It doesn't work, so I look away breifly. When I look back, the finger is longer. I manage to do the same for the rest of my fingers and spend some time just checking out my elongated hands, before trying to make my fingers tiny instead. I manage to make half of them short and stubby and the others stay long. I return them all to normal.

Someone is with me now - I don't know who - but I've told them that this is a dream. I tell them to follow me and that we will be able to fly. I face the window (where in reality, they are white, now they are black) and ram my face into it. It buckles about my head and then snaps to fit my shoulders and torso. I climb up onto the window sill and jump out into the sky. We fly round to the left and over a series of gardens. I become slightly worried about people seeing us. We turn right and a banked line of gardens lead down a steep hill. There are trees lining the right fences and the canopies form a kind of roof. I swoop down the 'tunnel' and out the other side, then up over the roofs of houses and towards a lake. There are tourists all about, and I grow very afraid of being seen. I fly out over the lake and then up. "Let's try going into space!" I call to my companion. I have never actually managed to get into space in a dream before. We go up into the clouds, where we suddenly find ourselves inside an odd floating structure: there are a series of broad, flat rooms with metal walls stacked up on top of each other. Some of the have people in them, and there is a lift shaft up the middle. I fly upwards, through the ceiling and keep going - with each level, the metal becomes a shade or so darker....

It stops being lucid after this. I'll write about the rest of the dream some other time.