Maya
I have a baby named Maya,
who is aging rapidly and can already walk and talk some.
At one point she begins to throw up violently
from eating something she shouldn't have (chocolate?).
I call 911, but the man I talk to isn't concerned and won't send help.
He's very rude to me, so I hang up.
She gets better, then worse, then better, back and forth until finally she seems o.k..
(I notice that her vomit is odorless through this)
I take her outside, put her down, and begin to follow a path
that leads across miles of grassy fields.
I look down at my belly and realize how loose it is from giving birth.
I turn to find Maya gone, and run down a hill towards a group of women.
I take a baby from one woman before realizing that it isn't Maya.
The woman thinks that I'm a bad mother, but says nothing.
I try to explain that I'm new at this, then I leave.
(I nearly become lucid at one point when trying to recall being pregnant or giving birth,
but somehow I rationalize these things into acceptance)
Air frisbee
I continue along the long path, and it's as if I'm walking from one dream into the next.
I finally reach the end of the path
and find myself outside of what appears to be a university building.
The roof and beams are painted a pale yellow
and there is a light breeze blowing through.
I look to where there the walkway branches off in two different directions,
noticing that a portion of the area has been roped off with police tape.
As I near the area I realize there is a body lying on the cement.
She's quite thin, very pale, and has light red wavy hair.
She's naked and lying on her back, blood smeared across her thigh
and spilling from one side of her mouth.
There are a few dark bruises about her neck and wrists,
and her green eyes stare blindly upwards.
I think to myself that someone should cover her up,
then notice a creepy cop lurking about.
I look back at the body, then suddenly realize that I'm dreaming.
I'm elated by this, and go through a door into the woman's bathroom.
I jump into the air, pushing against the floor as though from the bottom of a swimming pool.
I get to the ceiling, but have trouble going through the it, so I change it.
The scene changes and I'm running along, high up on some metal girders,
jumping across the open spaces.
I notice that there is a group of people running along behind me.
I'm not sure if they are chasing me or just doing the same as I am.
I get to the end of the girders and dive into the air.
My sweater catches briefly on the last girder, but I shake it loose.
Jumping off is like what I imagine jumping out of an airplane is like.
This works brilliantly, and I fly with ease.
The others dive off the girders as well, joining me in the air,
They zip around, explaining that they are lucid dreamers too.
I realize that each of the 7-8 people has a different coloured frisbee with them.
We play 'air frisbee', flying around quickly, spinning around in the air to catch the coloured discs.
It feels amazing. I'm filled with adrenaline.
We play for quite some time then swoop downwards to gently land on the grass.
I strike up a conversation with an attractive dark haired man
who has come up behind me and affectionately wrapped his arms around my waist.
He tells me about a 62 year old grandmother who died in a parachuting accident.
He puts the hat he's wearing on my head.
Then we're alone waiting for a bus. It comes and we get on.
The bus is empty, except for the driver. We sit in the back, looking out the window.
The bus drives past the body of the woman,
around which is a shrine of candles, idols, incense, photos, mirrors, flowers, ornaments, etc.
The bus windows cloud up and faint movies appear on them.
I look at him and he smiles. His hair is short and dark, the same colour as his eyes.
He's taller than I and dressed casually. He smells wonderful.
We end up fooling around in the back of the bus.
(I'm briefly worried about lactating, but then laugh,
realizing the baby was part of a different dream.)
He says "Does this mean we've started something? Does it count if we're dreaming?"
We agree to meet later (in our dreams) if we can.