Posted one year ago today, a One Piece fan art comic and a dream.
The dream is titled Big White.
Finally managed to become lucid in a dream.
It starts off with me waking up in bed, and I open my eyes and find myself staring at a window. (I don’t notice that it doesn’t look like my room) The window has a lacey white curtain, and it’s just ornamental. It doesn’t block out any light. I have never liked that kind of curtain, but my mom loved them, and when I was little she put them in my room, even though what I really wanted were curtains that blocked out light. Even as a ikkle kid I was very practical about that.
I stand up and up and up, and I am surprised when I find that my eyes are level with the very top of the window, which seemed off to me right away. Since I am lucid I know it’s because my body is different. I am at least three feet taller than normal. I stare at the top of the window some more trying to orient myself. I try to remember what to do, and what I have always read in my books. “Look at your hands” is a recurring suggestion.
I look at them, but even before they make it to the front of my face I am sort of afraid and grossed out.
My fingers look extremely short, although my hands seem very long. I then get them directly in front of my face and stare. They’re a sort of greyish opaque white and knobbly, and I get the impression of flippers but then I spread my fingers apart and find I have webbed hands. I am still pretty disgusted by that, but accept it anyway. Then since I looked at my hands thouroughly I then remembered the other thing was to find a mirror or other reflective surface to see what I look like.
The is a mirror on the door, and I walk towards it. My head almost touches the ceiling.
The mirror is oblong with rounded bottom and top.
I look into it and am confused. I look totally distorted. I couldn’t tell what I looked like. I try to focus on the reflection of my face, but it’s no use, it’s like watching a tv channel that’s scrambled.
Then I touch the mirror and my ugly flipper hands pass through it, but stops about five inches in.
I try again, same thing.
I walk back and try running into it, there is resistance, but I finally press myself through. The mirror frame is much much too small, but it stretches around me.
It’s like I am pulling myself through a sleeve of a gigantic sweater, and it’s totally dark.
I can hear sounds like something tearing as I force myself through the “sleeve” behind the mirror. I am operating on the idea that there is something interesting beyond the sleeve.
I finally find the end, and worry for a moment that I can’t make it through. I am just too large, but I tear the sleeve open and fall out onto what seems to be an asphalt road.
I am relived that I can see again, and stand up and look around.
I seem to be in some sort of village. The house around here are tall and white, and look very old fashion.