An open record of things people cannot explain

Place withheld · 2015-07-22 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

An account

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #2??: Rocket-Powered Flight I am standing at the corner where two long, endless hallways meet in an elbow bend. I am trying to demonstrate to an audience how to rearchitect it, so I "select" part of the hallway as if this were all taking place inside of a 3D computer graphics program like Blender or 3DS Max. It lights up bright green. I want to shorten it, so I "select all" and the entire length of one hallway now glows bright green as far as I can see. I take a moment to appreciate this power, and as I consider what I am doing, I realize that I am dreaming! The dream starts to fade on me, but I am determined not to lose it. I vigorously rub my hands together and start belting out a song: "I am not going to lose this dream!" I sing a few more lines about lucidity, and in one line declare (with no real supporting evidence) that <PERSON> is also here. Suddenly I emerge outside in a brightly-colored world that has the look and color scheme of a classic video game from the Nintendo 8-bit era. I am on a large, green plane that I think is supposed to be an abstract representation of grass. Nearby there is a small pond filled with realistic-looking water, and a fair number of brightly-colored but mostly realistic DCs wander nearby. There is an old-fashioned looking stereo nearby that seems to be producing the game world's music, which is a pleasant, catchy chiptune soundtrack. On the side of the stereo in black letters, I see "? Sound System". (Cannot remember the name!) I think about how I will definitely want to remember this name when I wake up. I feel pressure in my stomach and absentmindedly push out a big fart. Rather than a brief event, though, the gas continues in a loud, embarrassing, seemingly unstoppable stream. I figure that since this is a dream, it may just go on forever (which it seems to be doing.) I get a sour look from one DC, a man with a dark mustache, who glares at me and walks away. I suddenly recall that I received a lucid dare to engage in fart-powered flight (seriously!), so I decide that now is pretty much the perfect time to try. I think of myself being propelled upward and I blast easily up into the air! It is some of the most effortless flying I have ever done. I wonder whether I should just fly like this all the time. I soar happily back and forth through the sky, my "rocket propulsion" continuing all the while. Suddenly, <PERSON> streaks quickly past me, flying in the same gas-powered manner that I am! I see and hear her "hee-hee-hee!"ing as she shoots by and I start laughing too, enjoying the hilarity and immaturity of this dream. I fly up to a large tree, easily a couple of hundred feet tall. I shoot quickly to the top and land on one of the branches, seeing a sloping wooden hallway that leads into the interior of the tree. I walk into it, curious about what this tree is and where it leads. I hear a snatch of conversation, PercyLucid saying something about wanting to trade lucid dares with me and some other people "for a few hours" so he can do some of ours. Very shortly after this, the dream ends.

 

Has this happened to you?

Write it down while you still remember the details. We will look for the others.

Tell us what you saw

Know someone this happened to?

If this reminds you of something a friend or a relative told you once and never mentioned again, send them this page. Reading that a stranger described the same thing is usually the part that helps.

By emailBy text

Nothing is tracked back to you and nothing is sent on your behalf. The link is just the page you are reading.

This dream journal entry comes from the DreamViews research corpus (CC BY-NC 4.0), anonymised by its authors before release. We reproduce it with attribution and remove anything on request.