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This is probably the first time that I have done high speed flight since I flew into space so long ago. Very exciting to experience! Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #112: Water Pressure It is the middle of the night and I am walking around the front yard of my childhood home. The sprinklers are all on and it is my job to somehow turn each sprinkler head off by touching it. As I do this, I am narrating out loud to one of my waking life friends what I am doing. (Cannot remember which friend this was, since they were "off camera".) "These big sprayers at the front of the yard are the worst ones!" I explain to my friend. As I approach the sprinkler head, it hits me with a powerful jet of water that starts pushing me away from the yard and out into the street. "See what I mean!" I shout as the jet continues to shove me. Pretty soon I am tumbling and sliding all the way down the street, trying to fight my way back to the yard. Okay, this has got to be a dream... The spray continues to hit me, pushing me along faster and faster as I slide down the street. Somehow it is not getting me soaked but it is pushing me at an incredible rate of speed. I am sliding past houses like I am on a bobsled attached to a rocket. I leap into the air and start flying, still going really, really fast. The speed is absolutely dizzying, easily ten or more times faster than any lucid flying I have ever done. I soon leave civilization behind and I am flying at super speed over grassland and hills. The sun is now up and early morning light is illuminating the landscape. My flight control is not perfect and I do a couple of unintentional barrel rolls, fly higher than I mean to, then lower than I would like. Just as I am flying over the top of another set of hills, I find myself in the void, suddenly moving much more slowly. Except it is not a complete void. I see a distant dream scene in front of me, almost like something I am watching on television through a long, dark tunnel. I am moving toward this new scene, rubbing my hands together and preparing to enter it. It is a scene from some sort of grand luxury hotel, bright and really classic-looking. The men look sharp but indistinguishable from one another and the women are dressed in crazy feather- and sequin-clad dresses like something from the Roaring 20s. I am now a part of the scene, standing in this hotel lobby, looking up as these amazing DCs pass by on the balconies above. I try to remember what I would intended to do next, but the dream ends.