Voices

This was the second of two lucid dreams from last night, and a pretty close call for the South America Task of the Year. I am getting closer! Just need to seal the deal! Very fun dream, success or no. Man, I want these bad. Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #77: The Mesa I am driving under an overpass, approaching a stoplight. Out of nowhere, the car in front of me stops and I slam on the brakes. The brakes are super sluggish to respond and the car drifts to a very leisurely stop, stopping just a couple of feet from an embarrassing fender-bender. The driver in front of me, a stout, balding man in his 40s with a shaved head, gets out of his car and circles around to the trunk. He shoots me a dirty look, pops the trunk open and pulls out a cooler. It takes a moment before it dawns on me, but I recognize him as a prominent DC from an earlier non-lucid dream and I become lucid. I step out of the car, and the DC walks confrontationally toward me, like he is eager to argue about something. "Not right now," I say, and walk past him, emerging from the overpass into a bright day in some city's downtown. Beautiful glass buildings line the right side of the street and there is some sort of park to my left. Further ahead, a silvered, decorative archway spans the street. <PERSON> is on my mind and I go for a quick Hulk-jump to try to get there. Instead of soaring into the clouds, though, I float gently up into the air, turning slowly around. It feels wonderfully relaxing and I lay back to stare up at the sunny sky, my arms flung out to the side. I float upward, a few feet away from one of those tall, windowed buildings. This feels fantastic to me and I start laughing, continuing to drift upward and slowly turn. I am having a ball with this, but I do not want to forget what I came to do. I tilt myself vertically again and start to rise more quickly, expecting that <PERSON> will be there on the other side of the building. As I shoot past the roof of the building, I see a broad bay dotted with distant boats. And looking out further over the bay, I see a mesa covered with greenery... one that looks just like the mesa that <PERSON> originates from! (I looked it up and this mesa is called Auyan-tepui.) I decide to sing to keep myself focused on the task, and I come up with the following: "I am going to <PERSON>!! Hell yeah <PERSON>!" I am oblivious to how horrible my lyrics are (and my voice sounds totally rockstar) so this all seems awesome to me. After a while I think about the "Halls" brand cough drops I would had during WBTB and come up with some second "verse" that rhymes "Falls" with "Halls". I am sure it sucked as bad as the others but I wish I could remember it. I am making good progress in my flight over the bay, and I cut past a boat that looks like it is loaded with tourists (most of whom are in bucket hats for some reason.) I am excited, happy, and confident, but for some reason I lose the dream and wake up. Really thought I had that one!!