Level of Lucidity (1-10): 9 | Dream Signs: no clothes, flying, | Mood: Relaxed

I was trying to make my way to work (although looking back, it's not my office now or anywhere I've ever worked) and kept getting distracted by little things, so much so I told the counterman where I was buying coffee that it was one of those days you have that's like a frustrating dream.  I was dreaming of course, but I didn't realize it.

I was walking and I came to the intersection of a very broad highway - 4 lanes in each direction.  There were no street lamps or stop lights, no lane dividers and the pavement was black.  There was very little traffic.  I started across when I noticed that I couldn't judge oncoming cars very well.  I had to sprint across the far lane.  When I got across I realized I was naked.  I had the same feeling you get when you've already locked up, left the house and are well on your way somewhere when you notice you've forgotten your wallet.  I couldn't go on without my clothes, I'd have to go back across that intersection and then I realized I was dreaming.

The feeling made me open my arms and lift off the ground.  I saw the moon and tried to fly up to it, but my flying is always a bit shaky and I wasn't up to the task.  It was twillight.  Above me there was a hole in the clouds and a patch of blue sky.  I aimed for that, but night was coming on and the clouds moved away from me, so I landed on a residential street in a city for more earthly pursuits.

All this time I was very aware of the experience, and marveling that it was really a dream.  It was very stable and I was the one mostly in control of what I experienced.

I picked a house at random and opened the front door and went inside.  There were three or four people there, none of whom I recognized, but they seemed to know me.  I sat beside a woman and place my hand inside her shirt over her breast.  She turned to me passionately and we began having sex.  The others in the room seemed unconcerned.  [There were some very interesting and surreal things that happened, but too explicit to share here.  I'm going to post something about these taboo subjects in one of the forums.]  When we finished, I saw my wife sitting on a window seat.  She was upset.  But this is a dream.  Why was she upset?  She told me she was upset because she wasn't upset.  She was supposed to be upset but she wasn't and that upset her.  And she didn't believe me when I told her I was dreaming all this and the reason she didn't care about my having sex with someone else was that her reaction was a manifestation of me.

She went outside into the yard.  I decided to prove I was dreaming so I flew to her.  I flew around her.  I lifted her up into the air and let her settle back to the ground like a leaf.  I found I could push her with a gesture of my hands.  We took off together, laughing and trying to control our flight.  Finally, we set down in a back street of what looked like Soho.  She asked me what we were going to do in this strange world and I told her anything we wanted.  Then I remember there was a task list of things I wanted to do when lucid.  “I want to try walking through a mirror,” I said.

Sure enough, behind us in the doorway to a store front was a full length mirror.  I smiled at the not-so-coincidental coincidence and walked up to the mirror.  It turns out it wasn’t glass, but polished metal, so the reflection was a bit blurry in places, but it was me.  That felt really strange, staring at myself in a mirror in a dream.  I walked into the mirror… and bumped my nose just as if I had done that in the real world.  This confused me.  I was totally confident that I would walk through it, so it wasn’t as if I was doubting myself.  I pushed against it with my finger, thinking it would give way.  It didn’t.  It just bent a little.

I woke up shortly after.  It was a long dream and it was so great to be lucid through all of it.  There were also two unusual aspects.  First, I had never taken a dream companion on my explorations before.  It was fun and I’d like to do that again.  Second, I’m kind of proud of myself for remembering to try one of my dream tasks, the mirror, even though I wasn’t quite successful.

What a great time.  Too bad I can’t do this more often.