Lucid

I've never really been able to spend much time in a dream realising that it is one. My dreams have an annoying habit of suddenly taking a turn for the tragic and I usually end up dying in them. I either wake up or instantly appear in the middle of another dream (a la Inception)

But yesterday night I had a lucid dream.

So there was a roller coaster inside the apartment I was living in. One of the bedrooms was even filled with water and the ride was awesome, it was pretty neat to have a roller coaster inside my house, why didn't more homes have them? Suddenly, however, the car began to plummet as it came off the rails and my harness was quickly coming apart. Upside down, hanging over a bottomless abyss (there was a bottom but we were several thousand feet in the air inside my apartment (you must understand that the room was regular sized though, I could never abide by a ceiling a thousand feet high) when suddenly I started feeling the panic that I suppose you're supposed to feel when you become aware of the inevitable.

That's usually where I wake up or go pee at 3.a.m but today was different, I stayed in the car, dangling over the abyss, certain I was about to actually meet my end. But I didn't want to, it would suck, I had lots of things I wanted to do. I don't want to fall off this roller coaster inside my room

But why would falling inside my room be so dangerous? 

We aren't a thousand feet in the air?  

Why is there a roller coaster inside my room? 

How is there a roller coaster inside my room?

I'm dreaming, no fucking way. And I fell out of the car. But you see, I knew I was dreaming. I knew I was just going to wake up. And then as I fell from nowhere to no place, I surged upwards and I flew for a while.

This reads weird. It was. That's why I'm glad I'm writing things again, because this happened. It felt good. I spread my arms out and tried controlling my flight, I tried forcing surroundings to exist but I just kept (what felt like) soaring through an emptiness, occasionally passing through an arrangement of wooden frames. Reference points I had managed to conjure maybe.

Then it ended, and I woke up in a bit of a sweat. Maybe if I had been more comfortable I could have kept it going? I don't know. It was a bit of an experience. Definitely tops the one I had about Christina Hendricks and Meryl Streep.

It's fascinating, the little things that happen everyday. It's a wonder to be alive.