June 27, 2013
Note: I didn’t feel like moving to my lucid dreaming room during Wake Back to Bed, which would be warm, I’d have to turn on the air conditioner, but I told myself there was no reason I couldn’t have a lucid dream in our bedroom.
I find myself standing right in front of the bay windows in the rec room looking out. I’m surprised by how much higher the house is in relation to the trees, which in the dusky darkness all look dusted with snow. That can’t be, of course, because it’s summer, so I wonder if they’re all blooming white flowers. No, I’m dreaming! I dive joyfully through the window, suffering only the briefest concern I’ll bang my head against resistant glass, which doesn’t happen. At once I’m aware of subtle sound and movement all around me and realize it’s snowing as I distinctly feel and taste an icy snowflake that lands on my lips. So wonderful! I take off, flying high above the trees. The lighting has that mysterious timeless quality, neither night or day, dusk or dawn, but all of them rolled up into one mysteriously wonderful gray-blue-white atmosphere joining heaven and earth.
I’m simply happy to be lucid and flying and say almost automatically, addressing the Dream—Show me something! as I coast along. It occurs to me I should be more specific and add—Something I need to see. I look down at my body. Feeling its weight and presence, I fondly slap one of my thighs, thinking–Yes, there it is, my nice chunky body, as though affectionately patting a horse. Then my principal intent comes to me in a flash and I say, without stumbling over any words—Bring me to the Mansion where James and I can have a mutual lucid dream. Nothing happens, but I notice the dark angles of a rooftop beneath me, partially concealed by the canopy of trees, and wonder if instead of waiting to be transported somewhere I should look for the Mansion below me. Unfortunately, at that moment Stinger makes a sound and moves, waking me.
Dream Notes: Perhaps I should have moved to my lucid dreaming room, but this morning I feel very refreshed and energized, like I got what I needed and wanted for the time being. Somehow, the snow felt like a promise of all the lucid dreams to come next winter as James and I continue our exploration, because I clearly spoke our spell.