DreamLab Njegere

My second lucid. I'm having difficulty remembering dream goals when lucid. Something to work on. Need to work on incubating dreams better.

I wake up, everything is dark. Something triggers me to do a reality check, so I plug my nose and try to breathe. I can still breathe. I try the nose plug RC again, just to be sure. Same result. I know I am dreaming. I become lucid.

I throw off my sheets and walk to my door. I try to walk through the door but get stuck. Maybe my eyes are poking out, though, because I can see on the other side. Stairs lead down to the first floor and all the lights are on.

I guess my mother must have been awake, because she hears me rustling around upstairs and decides it is a good time to hand me my laundry. I groan because I don't want to bother with this and I want to go and explore. She comes up stairs and tries to open my door, but only the top half opens. Instead of handing me laundry, however, she hands in some hangers. I grab them, shut the door, and then decide to go out the window.

I walk to the window and put my head through. No resistance. I struggle out and collapse on a sloping ceiling. Looking down I can see that there is a field in front of me. Green shrubs spattered with snow dot the landscape while the grass poked out of a layer of white like green confetti stars out of white frosting. I look down and am amazed at how real everything feels. I have a bit of trepidation at the notion of jumping down, but I know it is a dream. I jump and land softly and without any harm.

There are a bunch of DCs doing various things on this sunlit, winter morning. Some are tobogganing, some are skiing, others are having a massive snowfight. I see one DC, an African-American (or perhaps an African) who is building a snow fort while singing this song. It was very rhythmic and it was just nonsense words: "Woyoyoyoyoyoyoyo," repeated again and again.

A thought flashes through my mind that I can have sex with anyone I want, but I push it aside. I don't want to waste my time. So I walk towards the African-American DC. When I arrive he has this big djembe drum. I immediately decide that having a drum circle would be an awesome idea.

Other DCs join and they all have drums. Some have djembes, others have snare drums, others have those drums that Native Americans use during ceremonies and that you beat with a stick. I don't have a drum, however, so I decide to try to summon one. I look at the bare ground before me, look away, and look back. It doesn't work the first time, so I try again. This time this tiny little djembe drum appears. Its an teensy little thing, and I'm disappointed that I didn't get a huge drum like the African-American DC. I go with it, though, and bend down to pick it up, cradling it in the crook of my left elbow as I beat a rhythm out with my right.

We get into the flow of each other's rhythms, sometimes elaborating polyrhythms over another drummer's, sometimes establishing our own. We sing "Woyoyoyoyoyoyoyo," over and over again as we drum. I feel like I have known these guys forever, like there is some sort of mystical brotherhood between us. I feel love for all of them, and drumming sounds amazing. We start moving our bodies to the rhythms and dancing. Our rhythms are tribal.

Then this woman walks out from the building where my bedroom was (which at some point had morphed into a college dormitory), and tells us to be quiet because people are still trying to sleep. This is complete nonsense, of course, at it is obviously in the middle of the day. But I guess I must have only been semi-lucid at this point, because I don't protest. She'd ruined the vibe anyways.

Before I put down my little drum, however, I remember what AnotherDreamer had said to me about stabilizing your dream by studying objects in the dreamworld. I look at my drum and on the side the words "Breast No.15" was written. I decide to do another reality check and look away and look back, trying to see if the text changed. It did. When I looked at it the second time it said "Brassers 15."

The dream shifts to another location without my knowledge or any transition. We are in a large white room with comfortable tables. The DCs from the drum circle are sitting around talking. I decide to fly and find that it really is quite easy. I fly around the room and nobody thinks it is weird. There is a little alcove to the side where two DCs are talking over a table. I enter the alcove and bounce between the two walls over their head. On one of my approaches I twist around so I am flying towards them butt first. "Aerial attack!" I scream as I let off a massive fart right over their heads. They choke and gag and I start laughing hysterically. I start to feel myself wake up, but I see one of the DCs raise his fist towards me and shake it angrily.

"Goddamn ye, dreamer!" he says, in a thick Scottish accent.