20160506-0700. I dreamt of walking, entering, and riding an elevator. I was coming from the right field of vision, stepped into the elevator and noticed to the left or my left of this elevator, an narrow vertical opening, which I thought was large enough to walk ‘through’ as if one would normally do while exploring the floors or at least climbing stairways towards the heavens. The room was a brownish color and somewhat brightly lit artificially but the sense that of natural sunlight.
I was peeking and saw that this ‘level’ was the number 39, which I might have seen posted just above and PAST this narrow opening. I tried to squeeze unsuccessfully through this narrow opening and found that I could only squeeze my ‘left’ side up to my shoulder blades. In other words, my arm was free to explore the walls at least. And my left hand found a button on the wall. The height was at the waist. The depth was at arm’s length. I pushed the button.
Then the elevator took off. The take-off was towards my relative right field of vision. The sense was motionless and soundless, yet I knew I was traveling. I was within myself.
Then I removed myself from my dream self and hovered outside he elevator and saw that I was among a landscape of dryness and brightness. The openness was vast. I was among vertical cliffs of natural formations in the shape of hills. There may have been mesas as if I a desert.
I reentered myself and continued to observe while riding inside this elevator. I can now see below my feet. The ground is full of craters. The crators were either covered with grayish plant life or open to reveal turquoise blue. Some craters were really huge. Some were small enough like a Jacuzzi. I could see some were VERY deep. I see some craters with closed openings, again due to the overall grayish landscape of plant ooverings.
I was hovering silently and landing or at least touching ground but not quite; while taking photos.
I then received a mental image of a book with pages written by a woman and her travels. The mental image was encased with blackish border and the image was like that of a book with noticeable pages.
I wanted to finish reading at least ten pages of her writing but I briefly heard Mom waking me up, and I also heard another woman talking to a man about another trip to a foreign land, but she sounded loud, if not irritated or impatient.
20160504-1511. I had a lucid dream in which I was holding a large needle-like object in my right hand and I was inserting this needle into the corner of a red brick. The corner seemed to be oriented towards my chest height. I was about to record the other part of this lucid dream but forgot.
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