An orange orb

20.12.2009Duelling My Subconscious (WILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID My memory of this dream is somewhat warped, in that I cannot remember what order things happened in. There were a lot of FA's which chopped it up a bit- most of which I was 100% sure were real. FA 1: I was in my bed, really disoriented. I had no idea what was going on, and I had a suspicion I might still be asleep, so I tried to roll out of my body. First to the right, where I rolled about half a metre into my desk which moved a good foot or so. Then I did a 180 degree spin so my head was at the bottom of the bed. This did not even convince me. By this time my various blankets were a real mess, and I tried half-assedly to fix them and went "back to sleep". What convinces me I was asleep (apart from the easy 180 degree rotation), was that I had an extra yellow blanket. FA 2: I was in the bathroom of my old house, looking in the mirror. My vision was a bit blurry, but I put this down to having just got out of bed. I was thinking about lucid dreaming at the time, doing my ususal mental exercise, "How would I even know if this was a dream, they are always so realistic!" I tapped the wall beneath the mirror with my knuckles, just to reassure myself of reality. I was literally 110% sure I was awake, it was so lifelike. Just for that extra guarantee, I looked at my left hand. About seven fingers! "No fuckin' way," I murmured. It had been about a week since I would had a lucid experience of this quality and I was very pleased. I went out of the bathroom and found myself in my current house. It was dark outside, I could see through the glass on the front door, which was at the bottom of the stairs. My mum was trying to get the cat inside and lock up. I went down to help. Strangely, there were two cats which looked identical. I picked up the imposter by mistake and it scratched my face. My cat is friendly, so I decided it was not that one. I looked to my right, and saw a blonde guy getting into a yellow lambourghini. I wanted a go in his car, so I called over to him. He glared at me and sped off. Annoyed, I hovered up to streetlight height and flew after him. Before I even left my driveway, I was slowed by an invisible force. I turned round, and saw a guy about my age with his arm outstretched. It seemed he was using telekenisis to keep me from flying away. He was looking at me evily. I descended to waist height and prepared to take him on. From looking at him, I could somehow tell that his name was <PERSON>, and he was no ordinary DC. I tried to blast him out of the way, or throw him with telekenisis, but he resisted my efforts. As I thought about what I could use next, he created a fireball in his palm and hurled it at me. I dodged it, and sent one back. The fireball looked like heavily compressed fire. It was completely spherical, and much brighter than I expected. It looked like I was winning, until he sent out his <PERSON>. Yes, <PERSON>. I cannot remember what <PERSON> it was or what move it used, but it quickly overwhelmed me. I accidentally lost touch with the dream. At the time I figured it was probably due to lack of sensory input. I was just flying around, not touching anything. Or it might just have been the end of a REM cycle.