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One of the most emotionally powerful - if not the most powerful - dream experiences Iv ever had. Albeit lasting for only a few minutes, this was the moment I thought to myself that I will never give up on pursuing lucidity. I have flown countless times and had great experiences when lucid , but this might be the dream where I experienced the truest freedom yet on my journey. The dream dates 18.1.2013 and I have written it down with only a few details back then, but I will try my best to bring it back alive. Dream journal entry : Faith. Iv been trying to catch sleep for a good one and a half hours now and still have not been able to. At this point I just want to fall asleep again, it is 5am and I have school tomorrow. I woke myself up just to get a chance for WBTB, but if this is how it turned out I guess I just have to accept it... I will have another chance tomorrow. I will let this chance slip away... just sleep...sleep. All I wanted was lucidity... tomorrow...I hope... Empty thoughts drifting slowly in the darkness. Indifference and the desire for rest taking over. Balancing on the edge of a knife over the void. From below a light rising to contrast the emptiness, accompanied by a gently rising tone. Self brought back, confused and unprepared. Briefly, a sense of weight on body as the brightness and tone that is getting the shape of music fills everything. Darkness, void, emptiness all gone. "...I have changed. I have changed... Just like you..." A force gently dragging me in a white tunnel. " For how long... for how long..." As I watch the passing ceiling I turn my head to see the end of the tunnel and the two wind turbines. "Your concrete heart is not beating..." A light. I begin to see and opening on the top of the tunnel... The light grows stronger the closer I am pulled, closer and closer... "No shadows..." I am taken under the opening. A hand reaches to me. " Now I am here to rescue you." I reach for the hand and I am pulled up to see the sun shining on the clear blue sky and it is vanilla clouds. A woman with a black tear drop tattooed under her right eye looks at me as I am standing on one of the roof's of the metropolis. I look at her, and I instantly know what she is. She is the oppressed, She is a vigilante, She is a runner... I am rescued by Faith. I look down to see that I wear the same clothing as she does. Sleeveless shirt, runners pants and runner's shoes. I even have similar one-hand glove as she does. I look back up to Faith. She looks away from me to the endless rooftops that are waiting. We look back at each other and neither of us says nothing. She knows why she brought me there, I know why I am there. Our feet start taking steps that quickly take speed. We look forward. We run. We jump between the buildings' openings like we we are born for it. We dash through open areas and jump on top of the never ending obstacles that stand in our way. We slide under pipelines and vault over fences with the wind blowing in our hair. "I am still alive, I am still alive..." With the sun shining to my face I keep running. I will never stop running. "I am still alive, I am still alive..." I am rescued by faith. "O." Have faith.