Lucid Dream: Floating in a Grocery Store

My second lucid dream since starting to train myself.  Dreamt June 26, 2016.

I’m not sure if this is the start of the same dream, but I watched from a mountainous resort behind a glass wall.  In the distance a black plume of smoke suddenly rose from a distant mountain.  A few seconds later a white circle grew from it–a shock wave.  Apparently a volcano was erupting, and the pyroclastic flow was approaching fast.  I could see people outside noticing, and then running.  I knew they had no chance of outrunning this thing.  It came on fast, and when it hit the glass wall, my “scene” suddenly changed.

It might have been a back-to-back dream.

So then I found myself in a mall with my wife.  I left her at the entrance of the mall, as I went to the restroom.  I only went in to wash my hands, and then I headed back to the entrance.  I passed a grocery store and went in.  This mall was in a different country, and I had a tradition in my dream that I would bring home coffee from every country I visit (not a bad idea, I might start doing that in real life).  I browsed around the store a bit.

As I walked I saw a few Buddhist people I had not seen in a long time.  We greeted each other as we passed (in real life, I have no idea who those people were).  I glanced out of the store’s door and windows and noticed my wife walking by, probably to check out a store while she waited for me.  Thinking she might be getting impatient, I decided to find the coffee and get going, rather than browsing.

I found the coffee in a refrigerated bin, among blocks of cheese and ice cream bars.  I had to wedge myself passed some kids looking at the ice cream.  The coffee were small vacuum-sealed blocks, three different roasts, light, medium, and dark.  I wanted the dark, but I found the packs a little too malleable–they didn’t seem adequately vacuum-packed.  I rummaged a little but the three or four I could find were the same.

I thought I remembered seeing more coffee on a shelf nearby, so I went back there and checked.  There was nothing where there used to be coffee.  So I went back to the bin, and decided I’ll just get the best one of the few I saw.  The kids were still there, but they were holding an ice cream bar or two–no coffee.  But when I started rummaging again, the dark  roasts were gone.  There were a few light and medium, mixed in with blocks of cheese.  In my rummaging I ended up burying the other packs of coffee under the cheese.  I gave up looking for the dark roast, and decided to get medium.  But when I took the cheese off the coffee, they were gone.  Just one light, and then that was gone too.

As I stood there holding a block of marble cheese, I thought it very strange that they would disappear like that.  It didn’t take a reality check to realize I was dreaming.  I turned to a couple and made the announcement that I was dreaming.  They just stared.  I turned around and saw one one of the managers from my real life office.  I said to her, “So, shall I try to fly?”  She shook her head and said “No.”  I ignored her.

I remembered from a past dream my success of flight was floating a foot off the ground.  So I put my arms out and did a belly-flop on the grocery store floor.  Sure enough I stopped falling a foot above the floor.  I waved my arms as if I were swimming in a pool, and that was enough to move around.

I wanted to go higher than a foot, but waving my arms to “swim” upward didn’t work.  So I continued to explore floating.  I opened a door at the opposite end of the shop, and went through it.  The other side was a completely featureless hallway.  I kept going, and then I found myself awake.

I found it rather interesting that the other side of the door lacked all feature, when the rest of the dream was so feature-rich.  I was in a mall bustling with people, several shops.  The grocery store was filled with various products.  Yet that hall lacked all feature.  It’s as if my subconscience didn’t intend for that door to be opened, but when I became lucid, I broke the rules of the dream.  Maybe the hallway was the way out of the dream, and that if I had turned around, I could’ve stayed in the dream longer.

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