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I DID IT!!!! yeah, heres what I wrote:
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I was standing with a friend, talking about god knows what, and out of the blue I asked: "am I dreaming?" I must finally be working, all that repetition, classical conditioning shit.. if I ask myself that enough in the real world I begin to ask it in my dream world. IT WORKED! Anyways, he looked at me and kinda winced and dissapeared. I though to myself, "why am I not waking up?" It was a strange yet exhilirating feeling to know that I knew I was asleep and dreaming. I looked out over EP (thats my town since you guys surely dont know what EP is) and knew exactly what had to be done. Effortlessy, I lifted off the ground just as planned. Seconds later I was hurling upwards toward the heavens and Eden Prairie transformed into a NYC, LA, or Hong Kong - lights, signs, music, and people were everywhere. I considered trying to fly right out of my body, but decided against it because this was my first real experience with lucidity. Upon reaching an ungodly heght I decided to experiment with a few other flying techniques. I swam, kicked, and tried a few other things but they weren't quite as fast as my "shoe jets." As I was going back to my fast-paced flying style a voice came out of nowhere: "dude, get up, i made some eggs and pancakes for you." I shrugged and replied, "come on Bueno, let me sleep, I'm having fun." I knew I hadn't said it for real but I knew I would be pulled from my dream world soon. As I looked straight down onto a seemingly endless "legoland" , the ground began to spin and it seemed as if I was stationary and everything was moving around me. All of my surroundings blended into one grey-brown color and I had to wake myself.
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Such a short dream but it lasted for soooo long.
I'm not sure if this excellent dream was the result of pulling 5 or 6 tubes of bong smoke or just the fact that ive been trying to do this for a while now... anyways, it was a sweet weekend. Hope you all had as much fun as I did (in real life ).
cheers,
Marc
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no obstacles between my heart and my words; my lips, the great liaison to my soul.
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