So here's the lucid dream, but first how it happened, so you can try it yourself if you haven't already.
All you need is a girl with a tummy ache, some dirty dishes, and a twitter account.
I was woken up by my daughter who's not feeling well. I attended to her and then returned to the kitchen where I thought about stacking the dishwasher. I picked up some random items and stood there for a while ...
I ate a banana, cos I was kind of hungry and thought about whether to get up or go back to bed.
It was 4am.
I was planning to be up between 5 and 6, so going back to bed risked oversleeping. And I wasn't feeling tired.
I got back into bed to tinker with my new old mobile phone and go back to sleep. I downloaded some apps, including Instagram and Twitter, which is where I ended up. Read some tweets and then tweeted about #wbtb and then read some more. Twitter didn't work properly on the phone.
Finally, the light and tapping noises seemed to be disturbing my wife's sleep, so I set the device aside and lay down.
I focused on relaxing and staying aware of how I was feeling.
I counted every breath.
I was surprised to find that I was feeling very, very, very relaxed, with my body feeling heavy and almost paralysed, but still aware. I was surprised because I'm normally asleep before noticing this.
I reached 12 before losing count and being immersed in a pleasurable slumber. It felt like being aware of being asleep. Not aware of dreaming. Is lucid sleeping a thing? Just being asleep and aware of being asleep.
I could feel the mattress and the blanket and my body. I'm not sure if I couldn't move or didn't want to. It was peaceful and safe; moving was the last thing on my mind.
Everything was very dark grey and close, like the world was soft around me. I was looking around, so I figured that I was in a dream now. I suppose I was in a kind of doorway to the dream, because there was only sensation. Nothing to see at all except very dark grey.
I heard my daughter in the kitchen then and she called to me, so I prepared to go to her, disappointed to be roused from bed again ... except I was standing up, leaning against a chest of drawers.
I walked very carefully across the dark room and considered whether I was sleeping because I had been lying down under the covers earlier and I didn't remember standing up.
Caution seemed wise. I went out into the kitchen, but the kitchen wasn't there. It was a coach station.
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In the dream, I'm thinking about what to post on Twitter.
"Focus Dean! ... I'm sure there was something I was meant to do in my next lucid dream..."
Now I'm holding two samurai swords. I spin them round a bit, but it seems too obvious. I did lucid martial arts last time. I think I should try something else.
A coach is reversing over grey concrete, performing a laborious three-point turn.
At the end of the coach station that is nearest me, two teachers are sitting at cluttered desks. They call some young students over. A boy who is clearly not interested in being here comes over and collects a drawing from the male teacher. The drawing contains his results for his exam.
He walks off with it without even looking at it.
"Hey," I say. "Can I see that? I'm interested."
He hands it over, looking like he's expecting to fail.
I'd like to tell him that he's done well, but I can't understand this evaluation at all. It just looks like a kid's drawing. It's not even a good one.
"Well done, kid," I say. "It'll be okay." And I hand it back to him.
He takes it and just looks at me. He doesn't even shrug. Then he walks away, sort of swallowed by darkness.
I catch the eye of the male teacher. He doesn't say anything either, but he looks at me as if to say: "You see? This is what we're dealing with here on a daily basis."
I lose the dream here for a while, but I remember thinking about flying or doing a super jump, but again, I didn't want to do anything obvious.
I end up outside with my wife who is gardening. I was thinking about gardening in waking life earlier and I make the connection in the dream.
A friend arrives. She's brought us gardening gloves. I smile at her, delighted, but she avoids my gaze. At first, I think she's being modest about her gift, but then I think that maybe I've misconstrued the situation.
I start to suspect that these are not gifts but only a loan.
As I have the thought, she glances at me, as if she heard it and is agreeing.
Under my gaze, the gloves degenerate; holes appear in the fingers and palms.
I'm aware of my body in bed and I shift to get more comfortable. I'm still in the dream, but it closes on me and again it goes dark grey. There is no up or down, just comfort and gentle floating.
In the darkness I hear my wife getting out of bed.
The light comes on.
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