04-19-2018, 10:06 PM
Another spontaneous lucidity after waking up in the early morning and going back to sleep.
I'm in a garage and I just feel it, that feeling when you realise you are not currently physical. I try to walk forwards but find it hard to use my legs. So instead, I lean forward, take my legs off the ground, and begin using my arms to propel through the air as if if was water. This works extremely well, no doubt playing off some sort of subconscious muscle memory, and before long I can glide around this small room effortlessly. I fly circles around the dark room, swooping up and down, generally just enjoying the freedom of movement. I sort of feel like a ghost though, trapped in this one room, and try to make my way outside somehow. A door leads from the garage into a larger house, and I fly through and into a corridor. I come to a tall tower-like part of the building and fly upwards several stories, and attempt to fly through the roof. I can't get through the roof though, something weird and glitchy happens and it seems to move further away when I get close. I turn my attention toward the horizontal and float through an upper story corridor, but then get tired and my eyes just seems to close of their own accord and I fall asleep, ending the dream.
I wake up in a room and reflect on the quality of that lucid dream compared to others as of late. I can't seem to remember who I am or what I'm doing in this place though... I'm on a beanbag, with a MAD Magazine open in my hands, open to a Monroe comic where he gets chosen to be part of a superhero squad in his highschool. Then I actually wake up, for real this time, back in spacetime.
Weird how my lucid dreams keep getting cut short of late, not because I wake up back to my physical body, but because I spontaneously fall asleep back to a deeper level of illusion.
I'm in a garage and I just feel it, that feeling when you realise you are not currently physical. I try to walk forwards but find it hard to use my legs. So instead, I lean forward, take my legs off the ground, and begin using my arms to propel through the air as if if was water. This works extremely well, no doubt playing off some sort of subconscious muscle memory, and before long I can glide around this small room effortlessly. I fly circles around the dark room, swooping up and down, generally just enjoying the freedom of movement. I sort of feel like a ghost though, trapped in this one room, and try to make my way outside somehow. A door leads from the garage into a larger house, and I fly through and into a corridor. I come to a tall tower-like part of the building and fly upwards several stories, and attempt to fly through the roof. I can't get through the roof though, something weird and glitchy happens and it seems to move further away when I get close. I turn my attention toward the horizontal and float through an upper story corridor, but then get tired and my eyes just seems to close of their own accord and I fall asleep, ending the dream.
I wake up in a room and reflect on the quality of that lucid dream compared to others as of late. I can't seem to remember who I am or what I'm doing in this place though... I'm on a beanbag, with a MAD Magazine open in my hands, open to a Monroe comic where he gets chosen to be part of a superhero squad in his highschool. Then I actually wake up, for real this time, back in spacetime.
Weird how my lucid dreams keep getting cut short of late, not because I wake up back to my physical body, but because I spontaneously fall asleep back to a deeper level of illusion.