I should actually try a segway-style scooter sometime I guess! I dunno why I was dreaming of gliding so much.
I was lucid dreaming in a cafeteria of full of... me's as kids. One had heard a Weezer song and now he was obsessed with that. Another was singing very incorrect lyrics to "You've Really Got Me" by Van Halen. basically there was a whole table of young teens sharing one hit wonders from the radio.
I was accompanied as I moved around by a pleasant high school freshmen who was insistent that we not going into dark or enclosed spaces where we might suffocate. Everything was super chill as long as we didn't do that, even though I was kinda digging the lucid dreaming and wanted to explore.
Around college there was a goth guy and punk chick hanging out, ending every single sentence with sexual inuendos and laughing. Oh how I've pretended to mature
There was another dream before all that, maybe connected. I was at a college-party, but like the cool grad-student one I got to attend once. It wasn't about alcohol in other words. I was sitting with this young woman and we chatting about all sorts of academic stuff, having a great time. I eventually wandered away because the socializing was getting a bit much, and there was a cute dog to pet.
And I pet it! Cute dog. Then suddenly I was play-tackled by the woman. Which normally would have freaked me out, I don't like unexpected touching, but instead it felt right. She hung on my back and we kept talking about all the cool stuff, being a little flirty now. And then I heard her subvocalizing to me. An urgent, constant stream of... unfiltered, uncomfortable, but important information. I managed to stand up with her still on my back, playing everything off like it was cool... nothing had changed... making our way casually through the crowd, the two of us, looking for a place to have a private conversation. But there wasn't anywhere.
I forced myself out of that dream, which involved breaking through 2-3 layers of "you're still dreaming and you can't move". I had rolled into a position where I was hugging myself and put an arm to sleep. I was pretty calm though, and almost immediately dropped back into the much chiller dream I listed first.
Wait, wasn't there a dream before that? Yeah... It was *another* social gathering, in a sprawling arcology. I was being shown how to play a board game where each player got 8 round stones, 2 sticks, and a helmet with slots to carry their defeated units. Which maybe continued to be useable from, er, heaven? The location was probably more interesting. I think it was an entire city, miles and miles, constructed several stories high in a living forest. So tree trunks were everywhere, and above was a thick natural canopy. A magitech utopia of games and academic pursuits.
At some point in that was when I went lucid, and managed to discover the secret to dreamflight - summoning that twist of the gut that happens when you spin in a pool of water. That memory of dizzy weightlessness weakens gravity, and then it's just a matter of getting some velocity and becoming a hanglider. While continuing to disbelieve the ground's power over you.
I also tried to call lightning on some trees but it didn't work, my heart wasn't in it. The forest-city was just a dream, but so cool!
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