After only 3 days of attempting to lucid dream it happened. I knew it would. All day had felt like a dream. Surreal. Life superimposed over life. A weird hazy glow embedded over my vision like a veil. And no, I wasn’t on drugs. I did my normal yoga routine before bed while listening to a lucid dreaming podcast from lucidsage. I kept thinking, I’m gonna have a lucid dream tonight. Earlier in the day I had gone over my dream places. There are 3 specific places I return to in my dreams. Not every night, but often enough. All 3 of the places I’ve lived at in the past and they’ve all had a huge impact on my psyche and adult upbringing. 2 of the places I have never been back to since. One, I have been to twice more in the last 13 years. I told myself, if you find yourself there, know it’s a dream.
I went to bed about midnight feeling certain I would become lucid. I awoke at 1:45 am from my lucid dream.
The dream memory begins – I’m on an island. I pay for the rent of a house long term. The fee is $850. I pay all up front. I’m talking with some friends and telling them how I’ve secured a place and already paid, but if I change my mind and want to either leave or move I can get my money back at any point in time. I feel good about this. The non-commital factor. Then, I stop. I look around. I think, I’m on the island. This is one of those places I dream of. I’m not really here. This is a dream. What should I do now? (The goal had been to walk through a mirror into wonderland, but I couldn’t remember that. This was my first lucid dream in over a year. What do you think I did?) I took off flying of course. But something grabbed my leg. What the heck? Let go. That something pulls me back to the ground. I look. It’s my friend (not a waking life friend). I say, hey what are you doing? I’m trying to fly. She says she wants to hang out with me and I just left her. I say, it doesn’t matter, this is just a dream. I want to fly. She says she really wants to hang out. To spend time with me. Fine, I say. You can fly with me. Come on. I grab her hand and we fly off into the sky together. We let go of each other once in the air. I look over at her and she is a pretty clumsy flyer. I think, she must not have ever done this before. I’m flying as if I’m swimming the breast stoke. We fly for a long time. I marvel in the awesomeness of it. Obviously the lucidity is not very strong since I let this girl convince me to come along. If I fully realized it was a dream, I would have known she wasn’t real and wouldn’t have even engaged.
All the sudden, something grabs my leg. Pulls me down. There’s a man. What the hell are you doing? I ask him. This part is a bit sketchy in my memory. He keeps trying to pull me down and I keep kicking him and flying away. There are 2 men now. They don’t fly, but are trying to stop me and the girl from flying. They are the lucidity police. Their job is to stop people from lucid dreaming. I finally kick at him and get back into the air. Flying freely once more. The lucidity police forgotten.
Then they appear again. The 2 men. They’re after us. It becomes a big chase. Them running, me flying. I keep finding myself in stairwells. Big, long, tall stairwells in an office building. I fly through them. It’s fairly difficult and is pissing me off. It’s hard to make the turn around in the stairwell while flying. Finally, the lucidity comes back. Wait, this is a dream, I think. The stairwell isn’t even real. I head straight up through the stairwell as if it doesn’t exist and it crumbles and disintegrates around me. I’m in the sky. I’m flying freely again. I think the other girl is gone maybe. I don’t remember her presence anymore.
Then again, something grabs my leg. It drags me down. These fukers again, I think. They are determined to stop my lucid dream. To stop me. (This next part is the interesting thing about consciousness in a dream and how it can exist at different levels. I am still feeling the need to escape these men. I believe them to be real. Yet, I’m also conscious enough for the next part to happen. Aware of the dream, yet trapped by it at the same time.)
The men are trying to get me. They have me. Wait, this is a dream I think. I can do anything. Remember what the guy on the podcast said (the one I listened to just before bed). He said to think outside the box, to try something you can’t do in waking life. I decided I would set the guy on fire. I focused in on the guy that had me. I imagined him getting hotter and hotter. I poured heat and flames into him. He became immobilized. His skin reddening. Darkening. His face smoking. All the sudden he burst into flames. Completely encompassed. In an instant there was nothing left of him. The other guy was in shock, he looked at me like I was crazy. He was scared, but impressed. Ha! I thought. I flew away knowing that would be the last of them.
My vision started getting blurry, transparent. A slight hum. I’m waking up, I thought. I don’t want to wake up. I tried to focus on the dream, but I didn’t remember to try any stabilizing techniques at the time. As my vision faded it was replaced by darkness. It faded into a floating feeling. Weightlessness in space. Then a grounding. I felt my heavy, conscious mind as a part of me. I felt the bed around me. I’m awake, I thought. Open your eyes. And I wrote down this crazy dream.