A dream challenge.

I love flying in my dreams. I’ve perfected it, I tell you. It’s what I do if I think something bad may happen. I fly, and nothing can harm me. Cliff and I were doing something in a classroom, by ourselves. Then we noticed some writing on the blackboard. Some giant message about how everybody should gather at 8:30 PM to get Timmy in the ass. Or. Some giant celebration of Timmy, yet phrased in a sarcastic manner.

Point is, Cliff and I looked at each other and got out of there. My instinct was to fly. Cliff lagged behind, so I floated around and eventually saw Erik’s mom and Dan’s dad on the ground. Chatted. Cliff caught up with me.

Clearing the school, the path turned into my grandma’s long driveway. I was explaining how flying in dreams is easy if you don’t focus too hard. Then it occurred to me. I should make Cliff fly, too. I tried, but it ended up being a blur between me trying to envision him flying, and his “real-dream” state of skipping. We reached the end of the driveway and I realized, “Oh shit. I thought too hard, and now I don’t know where to take this.”

That scene immediately ended and I found myself in the middle bedroom of my grandma’s house, contemplating why there was a tree growing through the openning in the window, completely oblivious to the previous lucid scene. Then I was pondering what would happen if hurricane-force winds were to come through the nearby forest, bending trees like twigs. “Would probably take ages to reblaze the trails.” I thought to myself. That was about it and the dream ended.

Then I woke up.

But I remember another dream sequence from earlier in the night. I was playing NINTENDO. Not SNES. Not 64. Not Gamecube. Magically, I was able to make my Nintendo work. So I wanted to play Dr. Mario. Because I’m the best at Dr. Mario.

Man, I should really start playing that on Emulator. It’ll give me a challenge because games are typically harder to play on emulator.

Anyway, point is, I now have a new challenge. I raised my hands in triumph (after waking up) after I was able to get things to spontaneously explode in dreams. Come on, wouldn’t that be cool in real life if you could be like Tim The Enchanter, point at things, and CAUSE THEM TO EXPLODE? I couldn’t think of anything else to do while lucid. I’ve already become invisible. I’ve already been able to walk through walls. The only thing I haven’t had is a friggin wet dream.

Well. Okay, I’ve had maybe a handful of make-out dreams in my life. But I’ve never creamed my sheets from them.

Oh, I didn’t even state my objective. I want to get other people to fly with me. I’m always the loner in my dreams, in some ways. I want to take other people with me and have some sort of flying base in the sky. Heh. Weeeeeeeee.

Addendum: I had a dream where Kirk was kicking some Klingon ass. Young dashing Kirk in his yellow shirt, on the old enterprise, with Scotty saying the strangest things, not old grouchy bad-hair-day Kirk.