I think I just came out of a light dream. Then I rubbed my hands together—my palms—and felt the familiar rubbery sensations.
I was on my bed, now in my bedroom, lying facing my left. I touched the side of the bedframe.
I stood, put my feet on the floor, stood up in my bedroom, then tapped the left curtain, rubbed it, and walked all the way to the bookshelf to rub it.
When I was rubbing the curtain on the left, I spoke up and said, “Yes, I’m tapping the curtain just to test,” and I could hear my voice distinctly and clearly.
I also repeated it twice, talking to myself like that so that I could hear the sound.
I used my right hand to touch the floor as well. When I reached the bookshelf, I rubbed both hands on it and continued rubbing.
I reached my sliding cupboard on the left, continued rubbing with both hands, and occasionally touched the floor with my right hand.
I then reached the area near the bathroom. The bathroom door was closed. I reached out with my right hand and touched the door of the closed bathroom.
Then my head moved forward and bumped into my bedroom door, which was white, and I felt it in my head.
There were a few times I tried to make the world have light and colors by peering at my hands and looking closely.
I also peered down at the wooden floor—at the grains of the floor panels—to make everything more realistic and bring more light and color, and it worked.
I then reached my hand to the knob, twisted it open, opened the door, and looked out into my living room and kitchen area.
It was a bit dark. I stepped out into the living room area; the kitchen area on the right was dark, but I could see my furniture.
There were two tables. One looked like a black wooden or glass table by the wall on the left.
There was another table in the center. I walked to the table on the left and, to test, lifted it up slightly with my left hand—and I could do it.
I knew that in this lucid dream world I had a lot of strength, so I could easily move the table.
I then turned to the left to look toward the balcony, unlocked the sliding door, and pulled it open. Outside was daylight.
I could see the horizon, the sea, and all the buildings below me.
I stepped over to the balcony railing, held both hands on the railing, looked over it, and looked down at the ground far below me. I did not feel queasy or uncomfortable.
It was a different experience from real life, where looking down would make me uncomfortable.
Everything was so realistic—so real—like I was actually there.
I then walked back into my living room and straight to the door.
Now, coming back into the living room, I was at the door, and I opened it and looked out.
I walked through the corridor outside, and on the left, through the glass, I could see it was different.
It was like a city area. There was a supermarket on my left, a road in front of it, and other buildings further along.
So I walked out into the city. In front of me, there was a car and a family.
I think there were three guys—looked like Western men.
When I tapped the front of the car, I wanted to have some human interaction, but I think they looked at me and ignored me.
I reached my right hand out, penetrated the glass, and touched the dashboard—and they just looked at me.
I then got off the car and looked back at my house.
I think I went back into my bedroom to have a continuation or reset of the lucid dream.
Now I rubbed my hands together again. I stood up, tapped the side of the bedframe, stood on the floor, and rubbed my hands, feeling the familiar rubbery feeling.
I spun counterclockwise to try to reset the dream to a different area, and I could see the things around me spin a little bit from left to right.
I could see some greenery, and I wished for a new dream scene.
When the spinning stopped, I looked and saw that in front of me there was—
I think I opened a door or something—and then I saw a kind of green area with grass.
I went down to the grass, touched it with both hands, and I could feel it clearly.
The grass was short, like it had been cut.
Then I looked up, and right in front of me there was a mound of a hill, covered with grass.
In the center was a brown patch, and little fairies were flying in the center of the hill.
I walked toward it—and then the dream faded.
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