Interesting Lucid Dream with Clowns
by aaron on Oct.15, 2013, under Dreams
I had a dream last night that was thoroughly bizarre but uplifting in its own way.
In the beginning of the dream, I was wandering through a forest near my mom’s house. I was stumbling through bushy, evergreen thickets, in the wild and unknown but grasping for what was safe. What was familiar. Off in the distance, I saw a wooden tower that I knew harkened the path back to safety.
I blindly ran towards this odd beacon of hope. After reaching it, I noticed that it was a half-finished tower looming over my mom’s house. It seemed to be a symbol that perhaps I was growing as a person but that my growth was far from complete. I felt a strange urge to start climbing the tower, so I proceeded to do so.
After reaching the top, I felt a jolt of fear course through my body; off in the distant swamp, I saw fires moving around in the clearing. Somehow, I realized that I was one of the only survivors of a recent apocalypse. I realized that the fires were coming from giant road-warrior like trucks that murderous clowns (who were dressed in leather and black/white makeup) were driving, mowing down any survivors they could find. I felt a protective nobility surge throughout my body, and I immediately activated my lucid dream powers. I flew down off of the tower and rocketed straight towards the nearest clown car. Then, I gave myself a new lucid dream power – I gave myself the ability to throw saws from my hands.
One by one, I flew up to the road warrior trucks and destroyed them by raining saws down upon them – some of the saws destroyed the clowns quite brutally, I regretfully add.
The last truck proved to be much more of a nuisance. I sent a barrage of saws hurdling down onto it, but somehow the truck was able to dodge all of them without a scratch. Then, the lead clown starting cackling and raising his hands up into the sky. Just then, I saw a white ball start to fly out of my throat, and I only then knew that he was stealing my soul. I quickly started doing barrel rolls through some nearby weeds while quickly pulling my soul back to my body and making myself invincible to any further such trickery. After that, I released upon furious anger upon the final truck – a gigantic saw rose from the ground behind the truck, following it for a short time before it eventually cleaved it in two. I flew up into the sky, surveying the swamp that I had barely defended, happy that there was a piece of the wasteland that I had fought for, even if it was only a small patch of land…
