Flying in the Concert Hall - a lucid dream (night of 01/04/2024)

I am in a concert hall watching some kind of sports game. I have the feeling it might be Russia. I am not sure what kind of sport I am watching. It seems to be some kind of contest. I watch the only contestant make her way across the arena, a beautiful blonde haired Russian woman, icy and determined. She runs into the audience. It is important she does not notice me. No worries from me - I am armed with some kind of handheld laser - the shape of a Lost Mary vape. I crouch down as she runs past me. I have annoyed some members of the audience - old American looking me. They turn to look at me enraged. I ready my laser as the contestant runs by me and out of one of the exits of the arena. The man behind me is standing too close to me. Annoying.

I am aware I am dreaming. The awareness is strange - feeling like a natural part of the dream. What shall I do? I decide I shall try and fly - though am also aware this might wake me up. Some of the audience look at me, irritated.

I feel myself lift off the ground and I soar quickly over the arena and to another exit on the opposite side. There is a woman seeming to be cloaked below me. I tell her that I love her as I pass by. It is important not to antagonise anyone. I soar up a stairway to another floor. This part looks like a stairway in a multi-storey carpark and is empty of people. I want to fly outside but am confronted with a set of windows I must open.

I try and push the window up - it operates as a bay window. I marvel at how real this feels. I can only open the window frame a little bit - how do I get through?

I wake up, but I wake into another dream. In this dream I have no awareness I am dreaming. I have woken up on my parents sofa. The living room I wake in bears no resemblance to their current house - though there is a slight resemblance to Lancaster Crescent, we lived in when I was a toddler. Are my parents here? No-one is sitting on the other pieces of furniture, though their presence is here. There is another sofa. I can see my phone charging. My sister rushes past me holding something, a baby or a dog. I do not want to speak to her. Perhaps I should rush upstairs to my room now while she is out the back. There is a feeling there is some kind of bathroom there. I feel the weight of the blankets I am lying under.

I wake this time for real.