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Featured Lucid Dream of the Month - Along The Watchtower, Dreamed and recorded by mu.
I'm a teenager at a party in a strange house. The house is becoming increasingly strange as new dimensions open; whenever anyone has a certain type of thought, a new place and time appear in the house. I find myself rapidly warping to the most varied and unrelated events, with no control over my destination. I'm lost in a thousand little dreams.
I have a friend who looks like me. He is looking for something he calls "Christmas." He had thought about it, and he wants to find the place that now exists because of the thought. He enlists my help, and I soon discover that whatever he means by "Christmas," it has little to do with the conventional meaning. The place he created resembles a Peanuts cartoon with elements of Dr. Seuss. I feel that I remember this place; it is a sacred place of deep profound meaning, a dream-like world of great wonder, with wise inter-dimensional beings.
The place can only be found by those without ego and identity. We therefore ask other people to pretend that they don't know who we are. As we become unknown, the house turns into a carnival. We soon discover that other people have in their possession many things that we need, such as tickets, books, and watches. As no one wants to lend their things to strangers, we must resort to stealing them. Every time we steal an item various carnival lights flash at an increasing rate, as if to indicate an imminent critical event. We steal a ticket from a woman at a booth on the way out, and give it back to her in order to be allowed to leave. Upon leaving, I wake up.
I have awoken in a completely unfamiliar place. I sense I'm near the top floor of a very tall strange house, in a room that is only about five feet tall. The bed is on the floor, and I'm not quite touching it. Silver moonlight shines through a small window.I'm lucid after a couple of seconds.
I have a strong desire to go to the roof of the building, and I decide that the shortest way would be through the ceiling. The ceiling is made of thick, blue, and very solid wood. As I float up, I first think that I am shrinking, until I see paintings appear on the walls. I realize that the ceiling is moving up. This should give me room to build up speed.
What follows is several embarrassing attempts to launch from the bed and through the ceiling. I repeatedly bang my head, harder and faster each time. Eventually I stop myself, calm down, and float up gently beneath the ceiling. I deliberately move right through it. It is like passing through a sieve; I can feel the texture of the wood inside of my head and arms. It is usually exhilarating to do this, and I'm quite satisfied until another ceiling appears within a couple feet of the first. This time it's white, but it moves away like the blue one, and I make it to the roof.
I am at the top of a castle, overlooking a vast landscape of hills, trees, rivers, and various medieval structures. It is night, but there is a full moon and many fires on the ground. Off in the distance, between some rivers and separated from me by a forest of incredibly tall trees, is an immense lighthouse. There is the most peculiar light at the top; a blissful, glowing entity seems to inhabit it. That's where I want to go.
The atmosphere deserves mention. It's powerful and profound, with a cold wetness about it, as if I'm in a great cloud or mist. The more aware I am, the more the atmosphere comes alive, as if charged with electricity or magic. In lucid dreams like this, the atmosphere is related to my clarity of thought; its energy being created by lucidity.
I take off from the roof, heading towards the lighthouse, but I fall quickly and lightly to the ground. I try to jump several times, and I manage to go higher and higher, but not nearly high enough, and I just can't seem to be able to fly. I remember that I only need to say what I want to do. I jump again, and as I'm approaching the top of the jump, I say "Higher, I want to go higher." It works! I find myself very high, floating motionless.
Something catches my attention at the top of a building which is about halfway between me and the lighthouse, and I glide down to it. I thought I saw someone there, but when they saw me, they quickly ran away. They seemed to be watching me very closely. As I land I begin to wonder if I'm really dreaming. I decide I need to confirm it. I walk over to the edge of the roof. Below it is an alley with a few dogs walking around. They're looking at me in the strangest way. Some of them somehow resemble cats, in particular, some very strange and beautiful cats that I often see in dreams.
I look at my hands. My left hand is normal, and my right hand is almost normal, except for my third finger, which branches off at the knuckle, forming a "y." A little concerned about the magnitude of this evidence, I lean forward and fall off of the ledge, into the alley below. I fall quickly, stopping an inch above the ground. I lightly touch the ground and stand up, feeling reassured.
I jump to an enormous height while saying "Higher." I fly directly towards the lighthouse, but about halfway there, I am suddenly knocked off course by an unseen force. I make several efforts, each time being deflected away from my path. On my penultimate attempt, I fly through a very difficult maze of trees and emerge through the two tallest twin trees that stand at the end of the forest. But this time I get thrown upwards, blown backwards, and pushed leftwards, as though being punished for my attempt. I am beginning to get confused.
Careful considerations about the use of "Higher" lead me to try the following: As I am now confused, I decide to say "Clearer," meaning clearer consciousness. I do this at the point where I am about to be knocked off course. The second I ask for clearer consciousness, I wake up.