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I had the most amazing dream last night. Even thinking about it now is thrilling.
It all started when I somehow ended up in this school (not my school). Then there were these two girls (although at one point they were cats, which is very confusing when I look back on it, but at the time it made a very strange kind of sense), and they were bullies. We (the pupils at the school) were all fighting with swords, which went from limp to rigid whenever we swung them. I was fighting with the two bullies quite a bit, and there was a lot of enmity there. There were some other powers too, but I don't remember much of what happened during that section of the dream.
I made some friends there (one of whom was Meredith Grey from 'Grey's Anatomy', although in the dream she was someone else. So technically it was someone who looked and sounded like her, but who was younger and not her). Me and the friends went to lunch. I had a senile father (I think that might be related to that poem we had in the english exam about the woman with the senile uncle), who came to see me, while we were in the mall having lunch (somehow the mall was also part of the school, and on the school grounds, yet it was insanely busy in spite of the fact that the school was exclusive and secret, because of the experiments, and therefore none of the public should have been there).
This was the point where the two bullies turned into cats and harrassed my father, who was standing by a railing while me and the friends were in the restaurant (we were on the second floor of the mall). Then he managed to grab the one who was scratching his face, and held it over the balcony, where it panicked, and writhed, and scratched at his hand. Then he put it back down on the floor. The two cats (which, weirdly, were still the two bullies) got freaked and ran away.
He then came over and sat with us, and for some reason wasn't insane anymore. Then we all started talking about our wings (at this point, my concious self stepped in. And thank god, because it made the next bit AMAZING!) The waiter then brought over a plate of oyster shells (??? No, I don't know why these were the trigger. But at this point I was going with it. I think my brain had figured out what would happen next even if I wasn't really aware of it). So everyone there got very excited, although they also were a bit nervous, and told me I shouldn't have asked for it, because we shouldn't have it. But we all broke the shells up among ourselves anyway (which, since they were dream oyster shells, was as easy as breaking a crunchy biscuit). Meredith (or whoever she was) smacked my hand a bit for taking more than my share, but I didn't give it up.
Next, I told them I was going to eat some of the shell. They all told me not to do it, and I would get in trouble. But I knew what would happen when I did, and I was sick of not being allowed to do it. So I ate a nice piece of the oyster shell... and then, AND THEN... I GREW WINGS! Right out of my back, came huge wings. AND THEN, I TOOK OFF! I jumped off the second floor of the mall, and swooped towards everyone there. They all looked shocked and backed away. I then turned, flew through a set of doors into a small, derelict room with no furniture, then through another set of doors that led outside, into the sun. I could hear the others who were still in the mall, as they ran to the window and "exclaimed in wonder". I know, it's a corny literary phrase, but I can't remember what they said and that's really the most accurate way of describing it.
So I was flying. I have had a couple of flying dreams before, but usually it's soaring like superman. I have never dreamt wings before. And these were real. Now, I was properly lucidly dreaming, and I turned upwards, and flew out towards the open sky. And I mean flew as in I could feel my wings pumping and driving me upwards. I cannot describe that feeling, except to say that it was amazingly wonderful.
Of course, at this point the same thing happened that happens in all my lucid dreams, and I lost some of the control. So, I found myself losing a little control of the flight and ended up banging into one of the windows of the school (wings first). At which point the people inside who had been having a lesson all rushed to the window, all excited.
It is weird how often stuff like that happens in my lucid dreams. One minute, I'm totally in control of my actions, and the next, I'm moving somewhere that I'm trying my hardest not to go. Last time I had a dream where I flew (fun, but not nearly as good as this one), I was doing the superman thing (no wings), and going so fast in a straight line the ground was almost a blur (possibly why I didn't find the flight as exhilarating), and suddenly I found myself going down, without knowing why. I knew I was dreaming, and so I told myself it was ridiculous, yet I still couldn't get myself up. Eventually I ran along the ground for a tiny bit, then suddenly I regained control, and started flying again. I lost it again at the end of the flight, and landed a really long way away from where I wanted to. I had to walk back to the building. Also, one time where I was lucidly dreaming that I was riding a pink motorcycle around my road, I couldn't get the bike to stop falling sideways as I rode it, even though I knew it was a dream, and I was relatively in control of the other events within it.
Anyway, back to this dream. So I regained control of the flight, and flew upwards to soar in circles above the school and the shopping centre (located in the middle of gorgeous green fields, with a forest on the edge of them). Then the head of the school came out onto the roof, and I knew I was in trouble for letting my wings out without permission.
At this point, I woke up, which sucked. However, I kept my eyes closed and imagined what would happen next. This is what I usually do with my lucid dreams, because they always seem to end in the middle of the story, and so I lie awake with my eyes shut and finish it.
In my dream I knew that I had been brought to this school and the wings had been created. I also knew during the dream that everyone in the school had these wings (although I had no idea where they came from. In the dream, the oyster shell lasted a short time [depending on how much was eaten] and then the wings fell off). We were allowed to have oyster shell and fly as a treat, if we did well at other stuff. The waiter in the mall wasn't supposed to give it to us, but he didn't know we were from the school, because we were relatively knew.
So I decided, while I was awake and imagining, that the wings that everyone had were kind of sheathed in our backs, and they were retracted again, rather than falling off. The mall only had employees of the school there, which is why they were all a bit shocked at the wings, but not overly panicky, and also why it was on the school grounds. I also decided that the oyster shell thing was actually like what happened in the 'Doctor Who' werewolf episode. We were conditioned to believe that our wings depended on it, but it was actually behavioural modification (like how the monks made the wolf think it was allergic to the mistletoe).
So that was my dream. And again, I will reiterate just how astonishing and amazing it is to have wings pumping behind you, powering you upwards in flight.
It's a little sad though, because I know that unless either, a) I dream it again, b)I volunteer for some genetic engineering expermiment that gives me wings, or c) they invent some kind of mechanical wings, I will never feel that sensation again. Mechanical wings seems the most likely option for genuine, self-powered flight in real life, but it wouldn't feel the same as those wings, propelling me upwards. I could feel them! Honestly, if anyone reading this is capable of lucidly dreaming, try it next time. Decide to grow wings out of your back. You will not regret it.
It all started when I somehow ended up in this school (not my school). Then there were these two girls (although at one point they were cats, which is very confusing when I look back on it, but at the time it made a very strange kind of sense), and they were bullies. We (the pupils at the school) were all fighting with swords, which went from limp to rigid whenever we swung them. I was fighting with the two bullies quite a bit, and there was a lot of enmity there. There were some other powers too, but I don't remember much of what happened during that section of the dream.
I made some friends there (one of whom was Meredith Grey from 'Grey's Anatomy', although in the dream she was someone else. So technically it was someone who looked and sounded like her, but who was younger and not her). Me and the friends went to lunch. I had a senile father (I think that might be related to that poem we had in the english exam about the woman with the senile uncle), who came to see me, while we were in the mall having lunch (somehow the mall was also part of the school, and on the school grounds, yet it was insanely busy in spite of the fact that the school was exclusive and secret, because of the experiments, and therefore none of the public should have been there).
This was the point where the two bullies turned into cats and harrassed my father, who was standing by a railing while me and the friends were in the restaurant (we were on the second floor of the mall). Then he managed to grab the one who was scratching his face, and held it over the balcony, where it panicked, and writhed, and scratched at his hand. Then he put it back down on the floor. The two cats (which, weirdly, were still the two bullies) got freaked and ran away.
He then came over and sat with us, and for some reason wasn't insane anymore. Then we all started talking about our wings (at this point, my concious self stepped in. And thank god, because it made the next bit AMAZING!) The waiter then brought over a plate of oyster shells (??? No, I don't know why these were the trigger. But at this point I was going with it. I think my brain had figured out what would happen next even if I wasn't really aware of it). So everyone there got very excited, although they also were a bit nervous, and told me I shouldn't have asked for it, because we shouldn't have it. But we all broke the shells up among ourselves anyway (which, since they were dream oyster shells, was as easy as breaking a crunchy biscuit). Meredith (or whoever she was) smacked my hand a bit for taking more than my share, but I didn't give it up.
Next, I told them I was going to eat some of the shell. They all told me not to do it, and I would get in trouble. But I knew what would happen when I did, and I was sick of not being allowed to do it. So I ate a nice piece of the oyster shell... and then, AND THEN... I GREW WINGS! Right out of my back, came huge wings. AND THEN, I TOOK OFF! I jumped off the second floor of the mall, and swooped towards everyone there. They all looked shocked and backed away. I then turned, flew through a set of doors into a small, derelict room with no furniture, then through another set of doors that led outside, into the sun. I could hear the others who were still in the mall, as they ran to the window and "exclaimed in wonder". I know, it's a corny literary phrase, but I can't remember what they said and that's really the most accurate way of describing it.
So I was flying. I have had a couple of flying dreams before, but usually it's soaring like superman. I have never dreamt wings before. And these were real. Now, I was properly lucidly dreaming, and I turned upwards, and flew out towards the open sky. And I mean flew as in I could feel my wings pumping and driving me upwards. I cannot describe that feeling, except to say that it was amazingly wonderful.
Of course, at this point the same thing happened that happens in all my lucid dreams, and I lost some of the control. So, I found myself losing a little control of the flight and ended up banging into one of the windows of the school (wings first). At which point the people inside who had been having a lesson all rushed to the window, all excited.
It is weird how often stuff like that happens in my lucid dreams. One minute, I'm totally in control of my actions, and the next, I'm moving somewhere that I'm trying my hardest not to go. Last time I had a dream where I flew (fun, but not nearly as good as this one), I was doing the superman thing (no wings), and going so fast in a straight line the ground was almost a blur (possibly why I didn't find the flight as exhilarating), and suddenly I found myself going down, without knowing why. I knew I was dreaming, and so I told myself it was ridiculous, yet I still couldn't get myself up. Eventually I ran along the ground for a tiny bit, then suddenly I regained control, and started flying again. I lost it again at the end of the flight, and landed a really long way away from where I wanted to. I had to walk back to the building. Also, one time where I was lucidly dreaming that I was riding a pink motorcycle around my road, I couldn't get the bike to stop falling sideways as I rode it, even though I knew it was a dream, and I was relatively in control of the other events within it.
Anyway, back to this dream. So I regained control of the flight, and flew upwards to soar in circles above the school and the shopping centre (located in the middle of gorgeous green fields, with a forest on the edge of them). Then the head of the school came out onto the roof, and I knew I was in trouble for letting my wings out without permission.
At this point, I woke up, which sucked. However, I kept my eyes closed and imagined what would happen next. This is what I usually do with my lucid dreams, because they always seem to end in the middle of the story, and so I lie awake with my eyes shut and finish it.
In my dream I knew that I had been brought to this school and the wings had been created. I also knew during the dream that everyone in the school had these wings (although I had no idea where they came from. In the dream, the oyster shell lasted a short time [depending on how much was eaten] and then the wings fell off). We were allowed to have oyster shell and fly as a treat, if we did well at other stuff. The waiter in the mall wasn't supposed to give it to us, but he didn't know we were from the school, because we were relatively knew.
So I decided, while I was awake and imagining, that the wings that everyone had were kind of sheathed in our backs, and they were retracted again, rather than falling off. The mall only had employees of the school there, which is why they were all a bit shocked at the wings, but not overly panicky, and also why it was on the school grounds. I also decided that the oyster shell thing was actually like what happened in the 'Doctor Who' werewolf episode. We were conditioned to believe that our wings depended on it, but it was actually behavioural modification (like how the monks made the wolf think it was allergic to the mistletoe).
So that was my dream. And again, I will reiterate just how astonishing and amazing it is to have wings pumping behind you, powering you upwards in flight.
It's a little sad though, because I know that unless either, a) I dream it again, b)I volunteer for some genetic engineering expermiment that gives me wings, or c) they invent some kind of mechanical wings, I will never feel that sensation again. Mechanical wings seems the most likely option for genuine, self-powered flight in real life, but it wouldn't feel the same as those wings, propelling me upwards. I could feel them! Honestly, if anyone reading this is capable of lucidly dreaming, try it next time. Decide to grow wings out of your back. You will not regret it.