Three days later, another short lucid dream. On the one hand this lucid dream is very pathetic, but on the other there is something kool about how I gained lucidity.
Last night before bed I was writing a response to John Jr. I was writing about how I feel like my dreams are always trying to give me signs letting me know it’s a dream. I started to write, if my dreams want me to know so bad that it’s a dream, why doesn’t one of the dream characters just tell me. I then deleted this part because I realized it’s not my dream as an entity trying to tell me it’s a dream. It’s my own self trying to signal me. But I need that last piece of consciousness to become aware in order to achieve lucidity. My dream characters themselves cannot tell me it’s a dream because that would mean I’m conscious enough to already know it’s a dream. If that makes since. But regardless of this, I myself told myself I was having a dream last night. In the dream, a separate dream character (I stole this term ‘dream character’ from John Jr.) did not tell me it was a dream. I myself unconsciously told a dream character it was a dream. Directly saying, “who thought up this dream, it’s so weird” Then listening to my own words, I realized it was a dream. I think it is super kool when something can manifest so quickly from thoughts that night immediately transferring to my dreams a few hours later. Same as it did in my last lucid dream. Unfortunately the lucidity was short lived and nothing was accomplished.
The dream is vague. It felt like it had been a very long dream going on forever though. I’m in a bus/transportation vehicle of sorts. There are 4 rows. 1 person in the way back, 1 person in the third row, me in the 2nd row, and 2 people up front. I do not have a clear image of these people. The only detail in the van/bus is the interior was grey. We stop at this check point where we have to pay a toll. The check point people are asking a lot of questions to the driver. The person in row 4 passes up a $10 bill. The person in row 3 gets out his own $10 bill and passes me the 2 bills. I hold the bills in my hand and contemplate if I should also contribute to the toll. I don’t want to. I feel like $20 should be sufficient and I feel like I don’t have a lot of money. I don’t want to be rude or cheap though and feel like I should contribute regardless. Next thing I know there is a wad of money in my hand and I’m shuffling through it trying to decide how much to give to the driver.
Next thing I remember the check point guys are not wanting to let us pass. They are in an argument with the driver and co-pilot. They are saying that the driver is charging these people for a ride and that’s illegal because he doesn’t have a business license. The driver is saying it’s not illegal, he is perfectly in his right to offer a person a ride in exchange for money. It goes back and forth like this for awhile. It has an exhasting feeling. Finally the co-pilot tells the check point people to ask me some question for proof. He calls me by my government name opposed to my actual name. He says I am always honest and will not lie therefor my word is the truth and they can trust me. I give my answer, but don’t remember the question or answer.
Next thing I know I am out of the vehicle and talking more with these check point people. The vehicle slips away and goes around back while the check point people are distracted. Next thing I remember is seeing the vehicle driving away in front of me and I felt like they forgot about me. I start running behind the vehicle and waving my arms trying to get their attention. I see someone out the back window and they stop for me.
Next thing I remember is a completely new scene. I’m in a garden with a female friend who half way seems like a friend I know in waking life, ‘L’. There is some pompous bitch woman who is raving about her flowers and how they’re the best and going on and on. The whole thing is silly to me and I don’t understand what this woman’s deal is. L and I are laughing at her and not at all understanding why she is so defensive and righteous about her flowers. Then I say, “who would think up this crazy dream anyway” and then I think, Oh, it’s a dream, right. That’s why it’s crazy. This makes me happy. I turn to L and start to say, “awesome, your in my dream with me L”. As I’m saying this L disappears and I think, I guess she’s not real.
I leap very high into the air and start flying. After only a few seconds I think, I’m supposed to do something. Right, stabilize the dream. I am so happy I remembered this and I think to myself all that practicing in the waking world paid off. (This had been goal number one if I became lucid, so I guess I did accomplish that at least) I rub my hands together in front of me. They start vibrating and fading in and out of grey. Crap, I think, I’m waking up. I think to try again with my eyes closed to gain more focus. I lay back and relax like floating in the ocean and close my eyes, but this makes me lose the dream even more. I’m barely holding on. My vision is transparent over laid with grey and shaking. I try again to rub my hands together and they are vibrating and fading to grey. The scene is slipping, turning all grey then fading to black. I’m floating and thinking come back to me dream, come back, don’t wake up. But then I wake up
This is a short video I made attempting to depict my shaking hands and slipping out of the dream to an awake state. I posted it in the comments, but am adding it here as well