From my childhood bedroom to my own private jet and a luxury hotel
This time, we have a look at one coherent lucid dream that starts a bit odd, but leads to many great experiences.
night of march 3rd, 2022
Iam back at my parents’ place for a visit, a comfortable, good-quality family apartment. I enter the living room where my Dad sits on the couch in his undies. The first thing he says is he wants to get some gel for his balls. I exit the living room.
Seconds later, I wake up in my bed, still at my parents’ place. Looking around, reality hits me. I remember I’m not currently staying at my parents’, so I must be dreaming.
I walk into my parents’ bedroom to find my Mom. We have a quick chat, but I don’t recall the topic, which makes it still a better chat than the one with my Dad.
I decide to go back to the living room. I just look at him and straight up ask: “So, is there maybe something less traumatizing we could do?”
He says we could have a beer together, which sounds like a great idea to me. I walk into the kitchen to get a few, but get sidetracked along the way.
As I open the fridge, it is filled with these unbelievably delicious-looking pastries. Since I know I’m dreaming, I just stuff myself and taste each one. They were out of this world! I close the fridge only to find yet another treat.
Standing in front of me is a beautiful girl my age with long black hair with silver streaks. In her hand, she holds a plate with a piece of cake that I hadn’t tried before.
Again, without thinking about it, I grab a chunk of that cake, shove it in my mouth, and then, with a mouth full of cake, I pull the girl towards me and start making out with her.
When we take a breath, she immediately starts smiling and giggling, completely flustered by the spontaneity and silliness of what I just did. I guess we both felt like children in this moment. It was so much fun, we went right back to kissing each other.
Then my parents come around the corner and ask, awkwardly as parents do, if I like this girl. Well, duuuh.
Probably a bit hypocritical to write this story after I just wrote about how usually the romantic encounters in dreams go better when I don’t just kiss the girl. I guess what matters most is the energy you go in with. In this dream, I was perfectly relaxed, and if the girl hadn’t wanted to kiss me, I would have been fine with it. The times when I acted on impulse, and the scene quickly vanished or changed negatively, were times when I became lucid and immediately chased positive experiences like my life depended on it; flying, food, sex, things like that. Even when you know how fleeting they are in those dreams, cling to them, and they’ll elude you.
As I am getting a bit annoyed by my parents’ line of questioning, the scene changes completely. I now find myself inside a large and unusually thick airplane, soaring through the skies and thereby defying all laws of physics. It looks like a short and chubby whale, or the head of a pelican.
I spawned in the cockpit, which offers a beautiful view of nothing but clear blue sky ahead through its huge round window. Below me, I can see clouds that go on for miles, and occasionally tall buildings sticking out of them. But apart from that, the cockpit is empty right now, with no pilot and no plane controls either.
In addition to being chubby, this plane has another fascinating feature. Just like many trains do, it has a cabin on both ends, so the pilot can quickly switch over to fly in the opposite direction. Not only that, the entire operating station that the pilot sits in, with all his controls, can just rotate from one side of the plane to the other to switch between those cabins.
Don’t ask me when that would ever be useful for a passenger plane, but it felt really cool in that moment! I guess it felt like a gunner’s seat from Star Wars.
As I am standing in the empty cockpit now, the pilot just so happens to rotate over to this one, and I watch him with his whole setup snapping into place. He barely pays any attention to me and continues flying his plane as usual.
So the thing is… I clearly overheard the stewardesses talk about how he is an alcoholic and a danger to everyone. When did I hear that, if I just spawned in this empty area of the plane a second ago?… Yes.
So I do what any upstanding citizen would do for his fellow people:
I full-on ‘This Is Sparta’ the pilot so hard out of the plane he breaks straight through the glass and was never seen again. You are welcome, everybody.
Now with this danger to society removed, I proudly take the controls and am immediately surprised that it’s not as hard as I thought it would be. It’s a bit difficult for sure, but it works very similarly to planes I’ve flown in games before, and it’s just so smooth. Everything about the experience is realistic, or at least it feels like it since I’ve never flown a plane outside of video games. I have a joystick that controls the plane smoothly in every direction I move it in and an altitude lever. I also push a few buttons and imagine that must have done something good, probably.
Often in dreams, things just happen, including the things I actively do. Like I drive a car or fire a gun, and everything seems fine, but only afterwards do I notice oh wait, I barely even steered, or don’t remember pulling the trigger, or even haptically noticing any of those objects. That’s why I’m always amazed by it when my mind manages to connect action and reaction so well.
I turn the plane sideways, then over to the other side. I decide to have some fun with it and drop lower, below the clouds, where I maneuver around large buildings in a beautiful modern cityscape. At this point, the concept of the plane changes from a large passenger airplane to an agile jet. Instantly, I begin to soar around buildings, through tight openings, riding the wave of adrenaline to its fullest.
I take it a step further. I go even lower and now have to dodge civilians on the streets left and right, making split-second decisions, turning the plane fully sideways to avoid collisions.
With my jet still tilted, I fly directly into the large open door of a hotel building, but instead of crashing, my plane vanishes, and I enter normally as a person.
Now, if that wasn’t a cool entrance, then I don’t know what is.
The building is an architectural beauty, inside and out. Wherever you look, it gives an impression of indestructible strength mixed with extravagant luxury. It is cleanly cut in rock and marble, with bright lights and golden décor on every corner. The clientele around me seems to be only the elite of the elite.
Now, don’t ask me why, but the first thing I do is take a shower. They have huge bathhouses with many kinds of showers, each offering a different sensation. I go from one to the next to try them all out, and I have to say, it is absolute bliss.
Being rich sure has its perks, even if it is the off-brand ‘imagining the luxury in your head’ kind.
I obsess over showers in real life, too.
As I continue showering, thinking this can’t get any better, cake girl returns. She just so happens to also be taking a shower in the same large room as me, and so the romance continues.
But this time, it did not stop at kissing, so I must leave the rest of the story to your own imagination ;)