Voices

#202 - 4:42AM - DEILD Something about joking with a cop. I am wearing basketball shorts and dress shoes. My wife laughs at me. I wake up realizing I missed my WILD and <PERSON> I feel light and floaty with no vibrations. After a second of waiting I try to move and am a little surprised that I am actually dreaming already. Again I am blind but this time I focus on seeing my hands close to my face as I walk around. My hands appear as dark shadows at first then its like someone turned the light on and I can see. I wonder around my house looking for <PERSON>. I call out for him noting how my voice sounds a little afraid that I will call out in waking life and wake my wife up. My voice is loud, clear and echoing. I go to the other bedroom and look in the closet. Its all the wrong color and there is a lot of space behind the clothes. I call out hoping hes just hiding. I notice how different my voice sounds in here just like it would in walking life -- a closed-in amplified sound. I appreciate that little detail for a moment then move on. At some point I remember looking down at my feel and see that I am still wearing my black basketball shorts and dress shoes. Seeing that I also have dress socks up to my mid calf was too much; I have to laugh but I continue on, hoping that if I ignore what I am wearing it will not be there. I wonder to the back rooms and start calling out for <PERSON> instead. I say, "Well maybe <PERSON> is around here then. <PERSON>! Where you at?" I look in the back bathroom but its void-dark in there so I past it up. I begin to feel tired of looking for a president to punch so I say, "Fuck it. I will just go outside and play." I walk to the living room and see the front door is open and the glass storm door is closed. Smiling, I run and dive head first through the glass. The door knob catches me mid phase and I get hung up for a moment. I have to push the door way to finish flying through the glass. When I reach the porch, I stand up. I can smell rain and the air feels chilly. It is midday but there is a thick fog hanging at the tree top level. I jump off the porch and hover for a moment then land hard. I am a little shocked how solid that felt. I jump a few more times hovering and noting the birds-eye perspective of the front yard. I decide to focus-fly to a tree branch but cannot get it to work. I shrug it off and see something like a red Dodge Magnum parked on the street. I immediately start punching out the windows for fun. The impact of it hurts a little and I feel like I cut my right hand. I can feel the sting of the cut but I really do not feel like looking. I really do not want to deal with blood right now. After I punch out all the glass on one side I decide to change modes and push my hand through the glass on the other side of the vehicle rather than breaking it. I feel like showing off to myself my control of the environment. I suddenly, wake up at this point.