Screaming or howling

14.07.2012Running in the Rain (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I remember being in an old house. I think it was some sort of China house, with pagodas on top. I remember walking outside the backdoor. When you walked out, you were standing on a platform about 10 feet in the air. there were steps going down to the right side of me. Suddenly, a gigantic monster comes out of nowhere. He is taller than the platform where I stand. He charges at me. I scream and run back inside, squeezing through the door. I come through the house and out to the garage. I find my family and others gather around picnic tables. Light music was playing around. The garage doors were open and I could now see that it was a light drizzle outside. Suddenly, a thought occured to me. I MUST be dreaming. I did my nose RC, and I was! The thought that occured to me first was to get away from there. I looked outside at the rain again, deciding. Well first I should probably put on some shoes. I looked down at my feet. They were a light yellow color. My hand caught my eye. My fingers were bent up in a weird way. Disgusted, I looked up. I closed my eyes, and tried to "feel" shoes on my feet. No luck. Whatever, I can run barefoot. I ran out into the rain, feeling it is wetness slapping my face and neck. It felt pretty real. I felt the concrete under my feet scratch against my heels as I ran down the driveway. Once I came to the end, I looked to my left, then to my right. Which way should I go? I went right, so I would be heading to the end of the neighborhood. I starting running as fast as my legs could carry me. Faster, faster! I was so fast. It was exhilarating. I was almost at the end of the road. I saw a large car lot, like the ones you see in town with the ribbons/flags streamed across the lot. It was placed in an odd way, it was not supposed to be there. I saw a small tarp in front of me, I decided to pick it up. The wind started to pick up. I remember reading someone is dream on how they flew on a tarp, like a hot air balloon or a parachute. I ran a few feet and then jumped, my hands grasping the two corners across from each other. The tarp picked up a little bit, making me glide over to the car lot. I looked below me. Not 3 feet under me were 3 Mustangs (light blue, lime green, green) going backwards on their own, all connected on top of a tarp. The wind was blowing much fiercely now, so the tarp under the cars was screaming for release. I hovered back down to the ground beside the cars. I wanted to fly for real. I bent down, and then tried to jump up. When I did, I heard an "Ow!" (This part was very fuzzy. Apparently I "woke up" in my room and hit my mother [she was beside my bed] because I jumped up in my dream. I think this was an FA, because I do not remember doing anything else after "hitting" her.) I woke up for real and my mother was standing over me, saying that she was leaving for work.