I’m riding my motorcycle East on the East side of NW 39th Avenue (Gainesville) past a section that should be on West side. I’m not perfectly lucid but I realize I’m dreaming so i jerk the bars hard right and smash down on my left side just so I can bounce back up unharmed and keep going. Ha! That was fun! By this time I’m now heading West.
I “wake up”, no longer lucid. I just feel like I was dreaming and now I’m awake. I’m at home in “my” room and there’s a silhouetted male figure drinking wine in the kitchen across the house. I say “my” room because its not the house you all know to be mine. Its more like the house I lived in with my parents during high school. The floor plan was very open and if my bed was positioned right, I could see to the kitchen. Its night time and the light in the house is very blue. Most things are dark and shadowed. As he realizes I’m here he takes on a threatening stance, and we lock in a struggle (for what?). After a very difficult “wake up” I find myself in the same bed, but there are some small lights on. Its a bit warmer. Jen is unexpectedly climbing in, which disorients me, and her hands are around my wrists trying to calm me down. Apparently my dream-time struggles were manifesting themselves in the “physical” world. I ask her why she’s here and she says that sometimes a girl has needs…
I get up and go to the bathroom and as I look into the mirror I notice that my motions are delayed. That is, I move my head, and the mirror image follows after a split second or two. Then I notice my right cheek is swelling, and as I shake my head, my lower face grows double chins. I’m experiencing doubt and disbelief when >snap< I’m “awake” again. Apparently I had “fallen back asleep” at the edge of the sink and all the mirror-time shenanigans were imaginary. Now I’m having a real hard time “staying awake” and the lines between “reality” and “imaginary” are indiscernible.
I started to “fall asleep” again but by now I’m more lucid, and generally aware of living a dream-within, so I ended it by finally waking myself up to this reality for which you are a part. It was 5:00a.m. in my dark room in the house you all know to be mine. The whole bit involving Jen, wherein I was so convinced I was awake, was itself part of an elaborate dream. That was absolute reality to me! As bizarre as it was in hindsight, it made perfect sense at the time.
I can’t help but wonder when I might wake up from this dream, too. Because I don’t see the difference anymore.