A lucid dream within a dream! That’s a first!

Dreamed that our house was a townhouse, though the width was about the same (totally unrealstic). All the way upstairs, in our bedroom, we had a 2 doors to hallways and closets, but I had just noticed a very small door — only about 18 inches wide, but still a normal door with a door handle.

It turned out that this door went into an attic that was our neighbor Jenny’s (the 72yo woman next door who only looks like she’s in her 50s or so), and you could simply walk into her house via that door.

Chaos ensued — I would infiltrate her house without her knowledge. She would come out into our room when I was naked and I’d have to cover myself up.

I commented to Carolyn about “How the hell could we live here for 11 years without noticing that?”

I’d mess with the kids by being in their house. I told Jenny that maybe we would need to start locking that door, and she seemed upset, as if we were cutting her off from her own part of the house.

A lot of weirdness along these lines ensued for quite a long time — many days. Eventually, something more dramatic happened, and I stopped, and said, “Wait! This is a dream!”

Of course the first thing I do when I start lucid dreaming is always, always, always to fly. Flying kicks ass, and I know what it’s like to fly with wings (Angel–the most tiring), telekinesis (Phoenix–the one that requires a LOT of concentration because I don’t have her training), or pure will (Superman/Rogue–this is the easiest flying). With lucid dreams it’s always the “pure will” method.

I went out the window. I think I may have even crashed through building after building, having a great time pulverizing reality.

As usual, being lucid always wakes me up within 1 minute of subjective time. The excitement is too great — the adrenaline rush wakes me up. [I can never bed those laides in time. How fucking annoying!]

So I woke up from the lucid dream. At this point, I thought I was awake and done dreaming.

So I hung out in my townhouse complex, and went to the “town square” part of the complex. There were some people meeting there. Possibly a support group. I spent some time talking to them about the lucid dream I just had — not realizing I was basically in the same dream.

Eventually I got sick of them, maybe threw in an insult, and left.

Then I woke up and realized that THAT TOO WAS A DREAM. I suppose that my problem of always waking up when I have a lucid dream is actually improving, if I only THINK I wake up but didn’t REALLY! Yay! I guess that’s progress!

Meanwhile, Carolyn dreamt our basil died.

''Dreams... They're the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.'' --Xavier:Renegade Angel

“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
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