Went lucid

Oh yes. I start out in a meeting in an office near the top of a skyscraper. I am an influential member of an urban planning board and we are deciding what to do about public transportation in my hometown. I start realizing it’s a dream and begin to try testing it out. I decide why not just go with pulling out all the stops and say that I can make a light-speed rail system that is assembled by self-regulating manufacturing robots that costs no energy, no materials, and is self maintaining. The board loves it. I suggest that we just honeycomb the nation with these subterranean trains that will make all transportation across the land instantaneous and costing the people $0.25/ride. The board is astonished by this wonderful idea, but as they applaud me I just take a bow and jump out of the open window behind me (I had to “dream” it open, as skyscrapers do not have opening windows and my dream originally reflected this accurately) Fortunately, the wings I have just pushed through my shirt just below the shoulder blades are as functional as I hoped, and the rest of the dream was pretty much me riding the high of self powered flight. I let control of the dream stop at the flight thing and let my usual dream randomness provide me with plenty of cool, random stuff to see as I cruise around. Later in the dream, I notice that my light-speed subway system is already built and functioning perfectly. Wonderful!

Of note: This is the only flight dream that I can remember where I didn’t start to slowly lose my ability. The ONLY recurring dream I have is where I, by variety of means, get to fly freely. Over the course of the dream, the power always fades: the air gets too thin, my wings shrink/weaken, my flight vehicle malfunctions, etc. These dreams are always very sad, and this always happens when I get to fly. Not tonight, though. Tonight I was in control and thus woke up in an amazing mood.

Plus, I look sweet with 40’ span of dusty charcoal wings. Ha!