Foreword

Herein, I will attempt to archive my experiences with my dreamscape. You will find this journal filled with both normal dreams and, God willing, lucid dreams as well. I am not yet well versed in attaining lucidity, but that is not to say that I have not experienced it. Lucid dreaming is very real. I, too, thought it was a crackpot idea when I first heard the notion of attaining consciousness within a dream. I am very thankful that it piqued my interest enough to give it a shot. If nothing else, I hope that this blog can act as a source of inspiration (or at least entertainment) to it's visitors.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Uncontrolled Floating

I find myself in a fast food restaurant that seems to be a mix between Wendys and Pizza Hut. There is a man waiting for his food beside me that is grumbling and complaining about the service beneath his breath.

For some reason, the woman working the register is Selma Hayak... The man with the attitude leaves and she says something along the lines of never asking to do this job.

My food is ready. It is a couple of burgers on different types of buns. I ask for a to-go bag, and Selma grabs one off of a table nearby. I stuff the burgers in without wrappers and leave the building.

Across the street, I see a primer colored Ford truck with the bed torn off. I recognize it as an old friend's truck and immediately see him carrying an engine block into the building next to it. I cross the street to talk to him.

Upon reaching the other side, I wonder how I ended up in my home town. I know that I am flying in on Friday, but I cannot remember the flight, and I know that it is not Friday yet.

I decide to RC. I look at my hand and it looks normal. Thankfully, I decide to wiggle my fingers. They lengthen and shorten randomly as I move them. I am filled with excitement as I realize that I am in a dream.

I decide to enter the building anyhow and see what my old friend has to say so that I can tell him about it next week.

As soon as I take a step, my body starts to float off of the ground. I am excited and begin the fuzz a little bit. I concentrate, and try to will myself down, but it only serves to rotate me around a little bit. I concentrate harder as my back presses against some low-hanging tree branches. Nothing.

After about a minute of floating uncontrolled, I begin to vibrate, and enter the black tunnel to waking up. I remain conscious until I awaken, and count my fingers just to be sure that it is not an FA. No such luck.

I attempt to chain, but I woke up on my side, and I am too uncomfortable and excited to fall back asleep soon enough.