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Lucid Dreams - 1997
Sometime later I found myself on the roof of some way too
official
building. I looked down thru the glass roof - down there,
bureacrautismus was going full scale. I hit the roof with a fist
(I have to mention that at this point proportions have changed,
so the house was like a toy) and heard how the windows rang and
the sirens started. I assumed my regular size and flew back to
the ground. Past me were running coppers and souljers. I passed
thru them and went travelling further.
Then I've risen into the air again, entered some apartment
building thru the window and (with an effort) got thru the door
into apartment. On the bed a cute girl was laying... *use your
imagination*
After she left, I was surprised to find out that on the bed, next
to the pillow were several photos of me.
I left the flat and I
noticed Yury who was pacing around the building with unknown, but
suspicious intentions. "What are you up to ?" - said I. "Hungry"
- he replied. "Alright, there is a small restaraunt next door,
$15 - all you can eat". We entered the restaraunt and saw a
stupendous line. I cut the line, right before the
cash register, giving the woman behind me a mass of reasons why
this is the way it should be.
"30 dollars" - the cashier said. I put my hand in my pocket and
realized that all I have is 2 quarters. I gave her my credit card,
she didn't take it: "Expired". Gave her another, no luck: "Wrong
number". Then I extended my empty hand towards her and exclaimed:
"20 rubles!". "That's different" - said she and let us in.
Possibly, it has something to do with the fact that most reggae
songs have similar rhytm, while in eurodisco it varies widely.
I hear somebody else walking in the house, probably Mom. I went back to bed
and pretended that I am asleep (in my dream!) - for some reason I thought
that relatives shouldn't see me. Maybe I wasn't totally aware of unreality
of surroundings - the room seemed very similar to mine.
When everything quieted down, I swam to the window and tried to go thru
the glass - no avail. Opened the window and tried to pass thru mosquito
net - no luck again. Then I took the net off and finally flew to the
street.
My thoughts instantly turned to the adult entertainment and I floated
towards neighbor's house. Peeked inside - there was old man and old lady -
nah. I approached another house - there was family eating at the table. I
got inside (I think I temporarily became invisible, not sure). Looked at
owner's daughter and mentally said "I have to the bathroom". She said: "I
have to go to the bathroom".
Next episode is skipped (I can't stand it when other authors do that).
Maybe someday it will be time to publish the cut scenes, under the
name, say, "Lucid Sex".
Then I thought "To heck with it, at least I know that I am asleep. Let it
ring". With that buddhist conception I exited to the street. Everything
looked normal, so I figured, I'd better act like everybody else. However,
then I decided that there is nothing special about flying and soared
straight up. I still felt like I was on familiar street, but now I
see that I wasn't - in waking life houses in there are all one
story, but these
were like the ones in the urban part of town. I flew over the
roofs, like Karlson,
enjoying the height. Then I came up with a plan to go visit Sverdlov's.
At this point dream partially lost its lucidity - I remember being in a
office building, wanting to go thru and find myself back on the street, but
to do that I have to wait in lines and argue with clerks. Then
there was
memory lapse (I will include picture of lapse as soon as I learn to make
GIFs from dreams).
Later, I drove car home. I knew that I am asleep at the wheel and was wary
- what if in reality the road is not the same, as I dream it, what if I
crash to hell ? By this time my brains were turned the wrong way, so I
wasn't surprised when car become bicycle and expressway turned into park
alley. On both sides of the alley were ponds and I was slightly afraid of
falling into one... just had an idea - underwater swimming could be a blast
in lucid dream - maybe I should try that!
As long as road went downhill, everything was tip-top. Then it was time to
go up - I imagined that bike can do it - and what do you know - it did.
(Must have thought of my Bike Machine).
Again change of scenery, I am in room and somebody is explaining me the
workings of a scientific gadget: "It can prevent past events. For
example, one dude killed another. This machine will find out the hidden
reasons - before argument there was anger and before anger something else -
and will eliminate the first emotion, from which all the bazaar started".
When imagination is enslaved by my inner Judge it
generates guilt, worry, fear and all kinds of junk.
But when I liberate imagination - hard even to picture
the horizons that will be open to me.
A woman stands by the window. I approach and look her
over. Nah. Exit to the street - there is a pretty girl out there.
"Better" - I say to myself, go to her... then she sits me on her
shoulders, like I was a toddler and she runs. Stars fly over us,
wind blows in my face - not quite what I expected, but still
cool. Some noise begins. It gets stronger. We stop and look at
the sky - little plane appears there, making terrible racket.
Then I wake up and realize - this was alarm clock.
I go to the corridor (my old flat, in Riga), plan to go out, but
decide that it's chilly out there. Lazy to look for clothes.
Instead of that I write on the closet: "Socks". Wham - socks are
on my feet. Write: "Pants" - and second later I am in decent
form. Finished dressed like that, started thinking, where to go.
Remembered what I was told about hospital - that many treatments
take place without clothes on. "Why don't I go there and peep,
like Tom always does" - a brave thought appeared.
I walk to (or fly to) the hospital. Inside, behind the
registration desk, little old woman sits. "Where are
the clothless treatments ?" - I ask. She gives me unclear
directions. "I'll find the place myself" - decide I. For some
reason I think that all the neat stuff has to be on the top
floor. I go up, but instead of using stairs, I fly up inside
the elevator shaft.
On the top floor, there is Yuri and Kathy. Their conversation is
so work-oriented that I get all work-like myself and lose
lucidity. I remember Kathy bragging about her achievements in CGI
programming, saying the she wrote hundred programs already. I
thought
"So, what. Hacking in
REXX,
even 1000 programs is a piece of cake".
I turn to a big street. On the other side I see something like
a motorcycle tied up to the lightpole. I cross the road to take
a look. Surprised, I find out that there stands Sachs - moped
exactly like the one I am riding. Feeling that something fishy
is going on, I check lucidity and am right - it's a dream!
After deciding, that if so, I don't have to go to work after all,
I look around with amorous intentions. See a girl. I approach
and momentarily strike up a close encounter of the 3rd kind. I
point at the top floor of the high building: "Wanna fly up there
?". She agrees. We lift off the ground, the window scurrilously
gets closer, we go thru the glass and find ourselves in a hotel
room. Seems like somebody was here not long ago, but the room
is empty now.
*Censor storms in and deletes significant part of dream*
I left the room for a while. Return and see: she already got
dressed. "No way" - think I and again take off considerable
amount of her clothes (now that I think about it - did I put any
clothes on myself when leaving the room ? :). We get back to what we
were doing and then unrelated sounds enters the dream. I try to
ignore it, but no - it buzzes more and more persistently. Alarm-
clock. I think: "What if I can turn it off and then get right
back to the hotel ?". Then I tried that and failed.
I avoid continuation of discussion and go out to the street.
Ready, set, launch! I feel at ease, while flying, even try to fly
laying on my back. Though, I am wary of hitting a tree, since I
can't see what's ahead when I fly that way. So, to avoid such
unpleasantness, I rise higher. Way up, above the trees, there is
tall building. I fly higher than the building, so fast it takes
my breath away. At this point, my altruism has evaporated and I
enter the building, in search of Leisure Suit Larry-like
adventures...
Nothing G-rated happened for the rest of the dream.
Political commentary: I change alarm setting several
times in the morning. There are 2 hidden advantages to this:
I walk home. Sun is frying me, I stop in the shadow and
and suddenly find out that I am asleep (this time the number
of fingers was right, but theit image moved, though I kept them still).
I remembered that I planned to ride moped in a dream and
decided it's about time.
I looked around and planned the route home.
Finally, I got there and found moped in the garage (when I woke
up, I realized that neither neighborhood, nor the house looked
like themselves. I am beginning to think that if in a lucid dream
I am sure that I'll find something in certain place, then I do find it).
So, I started the engine and raced like wind... or to be more precise,
like snail. There was no talk about speed - as if motor was at 50% efficiency.
I met few kids on bicycles and showed them that moped can fly as
well. Not bad, but I still wanted to go faster. So, I covered
speedometer with my hand and when I removed it, the top speed was
shown not as 30, but as 60. I started the bike, but nothing
changed - it still went slow.
I thought: "Probably, there is a motorcycle in the next yard,
I'll borrow it and we'll see". True - there was a BMW monster
standing there. I start it (interestingly, I went to motorcycle
riding course once and although haven't ridden since, my steps
in a dream were correct). So, I'm on the way. Noticeably faster.
As soon as I begin to enjoy the ride, Yuri gets even with me and
then passes me - and he's riding that same moped that I left in
the yard!
Embarassed by the fact, I decided to switch from racing to
acrobatics - I rode up a verical wall and then drove over the
rooftops of a freight train.
Suddenly motorcycle dissappeared and I found myself in a
restaurant. Episode like in french comedy "Kings of Joke"
happened - where waiter accidentally spilled something on
a dress of important-looking lady and then brought tray with
cleaning fluids and started to clean her dress. Though, in my
dream, while cleaning, I stepped over most commendments, having to
do with "other's man wife".
I fly out the window... couldn't go thru the glass, rather broke
it to kingdom calm. Across the street - female dorm, I thought
I'd try myself on spectator's role. I approach first window and
viola - undressing is in process! Damning the dust on the window,
I enjoy the view. Finally, when the show is over, the girl opens
the window and spots me. Turns out, I am not invisible.
I feel slightly shy, while other dorm
inhabitants started peeking out of the windows and asking, who is
she talking to. I clarify: "With somebody Unidentified and
Flying. But not an Object".
After that the sky called me and I soared straight up. Thru the
clouds, higher, higher ("Shut up, Beavis!"). Meanwhile, the
surroundings got darker and only a small counter flashed, showing
how far I have travelled. Nobody knows how much later, I arrived
somewhere. That was on office of doctor Tonga, who seemed to be
a shaman-sexopathologist. He danced and chanted, while a man
laying on the couch was telling to the Doc the problems he's
having with his wife. Doctor also had a lady assistant, who was
making man feel better in an medically unconventional way.
I this point I got tired of being passive observer and asked
"Do you have any Pepsi-Cola ?". "No" - assistant replied.
"What the heck ?" - said I. "I am not the first time here,
couldn't you prepare for my arrival ?". "Bummer" - said she.
Then I looked close and noticed that all tables are covered with
Pepsi bottles. I poured myself a glass and peacefully interacted
with it until alarm clock stopped me.
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