Lucid Dream
Didn’t have any last night, but the night before I did. It’s a bit blurry now, but I remember the basics.
I realized I was in the dream state by noticing my old house. That seems to happen a lot. We lived in that house from the time I was 15 or so until I graduated college, so it’s the main old house in my head.
Once I recognized that I was dreaming, the whole room started to go blurry. I sat down and repeated “clarity now, focus now” until it cleared up. First, I tried to fly. I flew up and banged my head on the ceiling. No problem, I’ll just fly through the wall, right? Wrong. I tried to fly through the wall, and ran into it. Apparently, sometimes even in lucid dreams, you just have to use the front door.
I went out the front door and wandered around. The scenery wasn’t anything like that around my old house. This was very obviously a dream, and not projecting. I wandered through woods until I got to crocodiles in a sewer. Last time I checked, Chattanooga doesn’t have crocodiles in the sewers, so I’m pretty sure they’re not really there. I then willed myself to fly up.
That’s where my memory stops. I think maybe the baby woke me again after that and it ended.
What I’ve taken away from this is the following:
1. My old house is one of my signs that I’m dreaming.
2. You can’t always fly through the walls even in a dream.
3. It isn’t always a bad thing when your 18 month old wakes you every hour.
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