Lucid Last Last Night
I was totally talking about my last one on the phone last night with a friend, and maybe that helped this one happen. Whatev, here it is:
I was on a crowded beach of the future. There were stairs and rows, almost like stadium seating, but the whole place felt very open and fresh. There were weird vehicles - I saw two passenger plane tails sticking out of the clouds, just hovering, and was confused until I saw them lift up vertically like harrier jets.
I was dancing on the stairs, using the railing to pull myself around while I danced like a robot. A girl and her friend were laughing at me. I plopped down and said "how's it going?" and we struck up great conversation. She had wavy red hair that was eerily perfect, like it was made of plastic or something.
Up above was the boardwalk. People milled around playing games and strolling. A couple was totally getting it on on a bench, and that was okay. A trio of construction workers discussed philosophy nearby, maturely. It was then that I realized: this was a future utopia.
This was also the moment I realized: hey, this is a dream.
Looking around, it was hard to imagine that all the detail was from my own head on the fly, so I tested it out by zooming my eyes around and absorbing as much information as I could. A phone ringing sounded familliar and I realized it was mine, in my own apartment right nearby off the boardwalk. I opened the door and went up the stairs. There were a zillion little details, very visually crisp: this guy was painting near a stepladder in the hallway stairs, my bathroom door at the top had some art drawn on it, as I entered my room there were shelves of games and cool toys. The view out one window was of the ocean (thinking about it now, that was on the wrong side) and it looked like a Martha's Vineyard harbor, like Oak Bluffs. Out the other window was a parking lot. All this seemed to confirm that this was all very meaningful, like I had a glimpse of the future utopia, or my own future, or my own mind or something.
Later, I looked out the window and saw a night cityscape instead of a harbor and I thought "oh come on Curt - pull it together".
9 Detailed clarity
6 Vague meaningful revelation
I need to have a plan for next time. I struggle with what to do, and lose focus and clarity. It takes a lot of concentration to hold it together when you enter this state of mind! The flying idea from last time felt like a great exercise in concentration, but I should get a book and think it through more.
I was on a crowded beach of the future. There were stairs and rows, almost like stadium seating, but the whole place felt very open and fresh. There were weird vehicles - I saw two passenger plane tails sticking out of the clouds, just hovering, and was confused until I saw them lift up vertically like harrier jets.
I was dancing on the stairs, using the railing to pull myself around while I danced like a robot. A girl and her friend were laughing at me. I plopped down and said "how's it going?" and we struck up great conversation. She had wavy red hair that was eerily perfect, like it was made of plastic or something.
Up above was the boardwalk. People milled around playing games and strolling. A couple was totally getting it on on a bench, and that was okay. A trio of construction workers discussed philosophy nearby, maturely. It was then that I realized: this was a future utopia.
This was also the moment I realized: hey, this is a dream.
Looking around, it was hard to imagine that all the detail was from my own head on the fly, so I tested it out by zooming my eyes around and absorbing as much information as I could. A phone ringing sounded familliar and I realized it was mine, in my own apartment right nearby off the boardwalk. I opened the door and went up the stairs. There were a zillion little details, very visually crisp: this guy was painting near a stepladder in the hallway stairs, my bathroom door at the top had some art drawn on it, as I entered my room there were shelves of games and cool toys. The view out one window was of the ocean (thinking about it now, that was on the wrong side) and it looked like a Martha's Vineyard harbor, like Oak Bluffs. Out the other window was a parking lot. All this seemed to confirm that this was all very meaningful, like I had a glimpse of the future utopia, or my own future, or my own mind or something.
Later, I looked out the window and saw a night cityscape instead of a harbor and I thought "oh come on Curt - pull it together".
9 Detailed clarity
6 Vague meaningful revelation
I need to have a plan for next time. I struggle with what to do, and lose focus and clarity. It takes a lot of concentration to hold it together when you enter this state of mind! The flying idea from last time felt like a great exercise in concentration, but I should get a book and think it through more.