A triangle shape

Dream Lucid False Awakening Notes I am a show promoter. I am standing next to a dj in an empty club and the show is about to start. He starts a record and the song begins to play. The music throbs and the room shakes. "I do not understand, if we were back home, this would bring the people out in droves." I look back across the room and now there are about 10 people. Once I climb down from the booth to the dance floor the room is pretty well packed. A girl, my contact for this city, comes up to me and tells me not to worry, more are coming. She says that all it took was for the sound of the bass to hit the airwaves outside the club. The air inside is hot and stinky with the sweat of people dancing and the lights are too dim to make out anything but vague moving shapes. She asks me if I need anything else and I say she is done a great job. She laughs and asks if I need her to fuck anybody for me. I am very confused by this for a second and then realize that the whole scene is strange. I tell the girl no thank you and start heading to the door for a breath of fresh air. On the way I hold my nose and take a deep breath. I am dreaming. Outside it is the heat of the day and as I walk along a wide fresh sidewalk with bright green lawns and newly paved blacktop street. I keep taking dream breaths to stabalize my lucidity and remember that I am supposed to teleport. Where do I want to go. I know now that I live in texas, it is so hot, so I want to go somewhere not hot. I remember chicago with the snow and the wind and know that I want to go where it snows. I want to go where it is cold.I decide to go to the north pole. Staring at the tips of my fingers and watching them glow, I think about going to the north pole. I can feel the cold in my lungs I can see the steam rising through my breath. I can imagine the crunch of snow beneath my feet. I put my two fingers in front of me and draw a doorway in the air. The air crackles with a yellow electricity and the line my fingers trace leave a dull shimmering outline in the emty space before me. For a moment nothing happens but then slowly I can hear the whistling wind of the freezing world. I take one step through the portal and suddenly my feet crunch through about a foot of pure white fresh snow. Now I am Tesla Strong. The wind is cold and I am clutching my arms close to my body and walking up a steep hill to get a better look at my surroundings. Once I get to the top of the hill, what I see astounds me. The familiar chicago skyline is ravaged by a new ice age. The hancock and sears towr are buried to thehalfway point in glacial snow. I am very cold and want to leave. My fingers start to glow again and I draw annother portal in the air, this one shaped like a triangle. I step through again and I am in suburbia. I am awake and trying to remember as many details of the dream as possible. I cannot find my computer and dig through my backpack for my red notebook. Finding it, I flip to an new page and start to write as much of the description of the frozen teleportation as I can remember and after a sentence I look again at the page I see a crude pen and ink drawing of Tesla above the sentence I just wrote. Then I wake up back in my body. I try to hold still to go back into the dream but I keep imagining that the way I am sleeping is cutting into my cheek. I break and start writing in my journal.