Luge Dream

I was walking around in a house with few furnishings; outside of one room was a small river with a bridge to another part of the one-story house. I was wondering what day it was and whether I had overslept because I knew I had some obligation Monday at 11a. I concluded it was the weekend simply because I wound have otherwise known what day it was. Then I realized that yesterday was Wednesday the 12th so today must be Thursday the 13th (happy birthday Phill). After looking at the water, I came back inside but my eyes did not adjust to the relatively brighter room, everything went black and I awoke.

I lay very still in bed and in roughly two minutes, I was dreaming again.

It was night and I was walking down a small road. I began gaining speed and leaned back. I glided until I ran out of momentum and landed in a streetluge position. I continued speeding up and then lifting off, gliding for a few feet and landing, once I did so to dodge a car.

It is daylight now and a bike attached to another bike by a large cube around them passes me with one rider. I continue occasionally gliding down a hill. I pass the rider on the silly cube double-bike. I stop at the bottom of the hill to look at the surrounding mountains; I take pictures. The biker, no longer with an attached double bike cube, rides past me. The mountain closest to me reminds me of South Table and behind it, I see jagged snow-covered peaks; it was a quality view. The viewfinder of my camera was remarkably sensitive; a small movement caused the shot to change far more than it should have. So I decide to dream-check. I look at the picture number, 214, look at the mountains, then back at the picture number. My camera starts freaking out, as if I were mashing buttons; so I decide to try hovering, it works, and I conclude I am dreaming. I realize I will never see those pictures that I just took, too bad.

I think about my dream goals and decide that I want to talk to a dream character. I walk over to a nearby trail and tell the person there my name, location, that I’m dreaming, and if she wants water. She drinks some water but doesn’t say much. I start to lose vision and try spinning to remain in the dream, unsuccessful, I tell her that the dream will likely end in 3-4 seconds. I pour the water on my hand and regain vision to see it fall into the small river at the house and feel a dog sneeze on my arm. I remain lucid and start walking around again. Again, my eyes adjust to the outside and when I walk inside things go dark, so I try spinning in the doorway only to wake up. I didn’t open my eyes for a few minutes and focused on recalling the dream; wondering if I should record it.

I think the moral to the story is that dream spinning is not very effective for me. I’ve had recent success prolonging lucid dreams by rubbing my fingers together and pouring water on my hand. So physical touch seems to work, I need to experiment with auditory focus.