I thought my last dream was crazy but the dream I had this morning blew it out of the fucking water. The dream seemed to go on forever and ever, but the earliest possible time I could have fallen asleep was 3:15 am (probably even later) and I awoke from the dream at 5:12 am. Once again, a good deal of the dream was forgotten upon waking up but I made sure to jot down some notes about it before going back to sleep.
The dream starts off at Matt's house in Scotch Plains, although the structure of the house in the dream is a little different than it is in real life. All the lights are off in his house, and what little light there is to see is coming off various stereos and other electronic equipment. All of it blue light. I try to turn on the lights in various rooms but there are so many different switches and knobs and slides connected to so many different pieces of electronic equipment that I can't figure it out and for some reason Matt won't help me. I accidentally turn on the stereo in his living room and suddenly become very drunk. Like overwhelmingly drunk. Then the door bell rings and Matt lets some people in that I can't see because of the dark and my drunkness. I try to walk over to greet them, take two steps and hit the floor hard. People stand around me for a while talking before I black out.
Upon coming to from my black out I notice most of the lights are on in the house. I walk around shakily and find Matt in the other room. I ask him what happened and where everyone is and he sounds pissed off. By the stairs I find a pool of red vomit with chunks in it that I can only assume I am the cause of. Beyond the stairs is another room that doesn't actually exist in Matt's house, its lights are off. It starts to flood with a glowing neon blue liquid and is rising fast. I get scared and ask Matt what's going on, and then I wake up.
Upon waking up, I sit up in confusion to think about what just happened. This is when I notice my comforter is on fire. For a second I panic, but then I touch it and notice I feel no heat at all. I haven't woken up for real, I've woken up from a dream within a dream. I instantly become lucid, get out of bed and walk out my dorm room. I'm not sure where I am, but it sort of resembles Matt's street. I'm in my sleeping wear (basketball shorts, t-shirt, and socks) but am not cold at all. I spend some time running around, flying, running on walls, doing shit in slow-motion. It was all pretty fun but nothing in particular from this section of the dream stands out.
The next scene of my dream takes place in a building that seems like a mix of a mall in the 80's and the food sections of a basketball stadium (is that the right word?). I'm wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and boots now and start walking around the mall. At this part of the dream I slip in and out of lucidity. I talk to some employees of the mall, do crazy jumps/fly, run on walls, etc. Suddenly the mall is empty except for a few lingering employees. One guy says he doesn't mind if I stay in the mall but if his manager catches me I'll have to leave. I run up a wall to the third floor and run straight into his manager. Turns out he's pretty cool and doesn't mind if I stick around. He even gives me some moon boots to hop around in. I'm not sure what else happens here, but at the end everyone who works there gets mad at me and I'm asked to leave. This pisses me off so before I leave I shatter a few windows with my boots, which makes everyone even more mad.
The next and last part that I remember, I'm riding around in a semi-mountainous region on my bike. During this last portion it feels like my jaw is really tight and stiff as though I'm wearing really tight braces for the first time. It makes it difficult to speak. Anyway I ride for a while and then Karina rides up next to me. I'm at my least lucid to not lucid at all at this point. We talk about random stuff, ride off jumps and fly around a bit, the usual. Nearing the very end it becomes extremely difficult for me to speak. In the last part of the dream, we ride off a ramp, go flying into the atmosphere and then land at a county fair. The stiffness in my jaw becomes unbearable and I suddenly wake up, for real this time.
When I woke up I had no idea if I was still dreaming or not, everything still felt surreal. In addition in the real world my jaw felt extremely stiff for a few moments. This leads me to believe that when I was talking in the dream I was probably also talking in my bed. Thank god I live alone. Anyway there was way more to that dream that I can't really remember. I know my aunt was in one part but I don't remember the context at all. This lucid dreaming business is pretty crazy.
How it worked in the dream was there were three pedals, which i suppose operated hammers like in a piano. The hammers would strike strings, and you could adjust the tension of each string to raise or lower the note by pulling on a cord with a handle. Since the pitch is operated by pulling/releasing the cords the sound moves fluidly between notes, like an unfretted instrument would (as opposed to a guitar). The timbre of the instrument sounded like that of some sort of Indian or Chinese stringed instrument, almost like a sitar but not exactly. The instrument also had an amp attached to the front, which was pretty cool.
