I’m standing on my front porch talking to my friend Joe.
"Man, I can’t wait til we’re both rich…."
I look at him and realize that I had had that conversation with him the night before. He hadn’t come over tonight.
I watched him for a second. And asked myself,
"Am I awake?"
Then I made a moustache appear on his face.
It’s surprisingly easy to change facial hair. Among other things.
Every time I realize I’m lucid I go through a series of warm ups. Things I do to prepare myself to have a handle on the rapid creation I’m about to indulge in.
I like to look at buildings and collapse them to the ground, then rebuild them however I damn well please. I’ll do this a few times and check out how I did at the inside without going in first. Usually at this point I may take off and fly a little bit. At that point, cose my eyes (in the dream) and let my brain pick a location/situation. From there I just kind of go, play. Unlimited imaginative creation is addictive. I just go through random situations changing this as I please. Superpowers. Cars. Ninjas. Giant animals. Parties. Concerts. Whatever I want. All within my control.
Until she showed up.