Voices

This was the first of two lucid dreams from last night. I have had a very irritating cough the last few days, so this gave me the perfect excuse to combine menthol cough drops with my usual Wednesday galantamine night. And yet again, the pre-game LD psych-up session with NewArtemis not only helps me get lucid but also makes her pop up as a DC! Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #76: Prison Break I am experiencing hypnagogic imagery that involves some dark, concrete courtyard. I go through some transition (not sure whether DILD or WILD) but I somehow wind up in this scene, fully lucid. I am crouched in the shadows by a low stone wall. I am dressed all in black and I have a submachine gun or carbine (with suppressor attached) clutched in my hands. I do not want to use it unless I am forced to -- I know that I am here to break someone out of prison and if I am forced into a firefight I will be surrounded by guards in minutes. I become aware that I have an earpiece in my left ear and NewArtemis is radioing instructions to me on how to pass through the prison undetected. Her voice is calm, clinical, and precise. "Stay low and keep close to this wall. Stop before you get to the light." I stay crouched down and creep along the wall toward a well-lit spot near a gap in the wall. My footsteps are alarmingly loud, like I am wearing some kind of clunky loafers. I wince at the sound. I decide that I want to be barefoot and immediately I am. I skulk even more carefully this time, trying to move sort of like what is-his-face from "Splinter Cell". Now my footsteps are completely silent. I feel really smug about this. I stop just before reaching the spotlit area. Pausing for a moment, I rub my hands together to stay connected with my dream body. NewArtemis again: "[CanisLucidus], check your 2." I take this to mean "2 of the clock", and indeed at 2 of the clock I see a darkened guard tower. A lone guard with a rifle patrols here and I am surprised to see that he is completely black-clad just like I am. I think that I have a good shot at killing him pretty cleanly from where I am, but I do not even want to go there. "He is turning. Go now." I think about rolling for a moment but decide that is too fancy-pants. Instead, I just scurry across the lit area and into a new set of shadows. "Good. Stick to the wall and head to the opposite end of the exercise yard. The way inside will be on your right." I move along the wall all the way to an ultra-dark corner of the yard. The doorway is about forty feet away, a pair of solid-looking steel doors arranged like the doors of an elevator. I am wondering how I am going to get in when I awaken in a fit of coughing.