Black Smoke

It has been quite a while since I've found myself able to sit down and write an update. Apologies for that!

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Last night, I dreamt that I had just left the shops that reside at a main road, near where I live. It was night time, and I was waiting at the traffic lights to cross the road.

As I was watching traffic going past, I began to notice a black smoke was coming in from somewhere to the left. It was swirling around, and inky to look at. It had the look of black paint streaming off of a brush in water. It didn't feel scary or threating in any way, despite the ominous appearance it had. I was quite content to watch it slowly consume the entirety of the street to my left, as it didn't seem to be causing any harm past making the area impossible to see.

The traffic lights changed, and I started to cross the road. There was a woman crossing from the other side, and she glared at me as we passed one another. I wondered why she seemed so angry at me, then noticed her gaze lower to my hands. Looking down, I saw that I had the black smoke billowing from my palms.

Rather than be scared of it, I was more fascinated, and waved my hands in the air, watching it make swirls. I slowly began to realise that this couldn't possibly be happening in reality, and became lucid. I walked along the other side of the street, past a stairway leading down to a train station, playing with the smoke and drawing patterns in the air with it, when it suddenly stopped flowing. I figured maybe it just ran out at last, and continued walking, feeling I wanted to explore the dream a little more rather than puzzle over that.

I came to the bus stop that resides in front of the local park, and saw a group of people standing, presumably waiting on a bus. One of them was a little girl, wearing a fluffy and soft looking bathrobe. I remember it being mostly white, with pastel blue and pink highlights. She seemed unhappy with her garb, that she didn't like one of the colours. So, I told her that she could change them if she wanted, because this was a dream and she was a dream character within it.

As I said that, the pink on her sleeves slowly became blue, which cheered her up a bit. Though there were some other fragments of pink elsewhere on her outfit, that she said she couldn't change. I was about to reply to her, when she pointed out something from the area I'd just come from. Looking back, I saw that the smoke had dispersed, and in it's place was an absolute horde of white Hackney taxis!

Though, before anything else could happen, the location suddenly changed, and I was in the park. I was sitting on a bench, looking over at the area where a large fountain sits. Though for some strange reason, the fountain, and everything for about a 20ft radius around it, looked like a photograph that had been bleached in the sun. Everything was white, pale blue, and pink. I thought to myself that it was just like the colours on the little girl's robe, before getting up to explore the area.

The bleached grass was crunchy underfoot, like it was frosty from a cold winter night. Everything kind of felt cold, actually. The sky was entirely white, making the area feel incredibly bright. I made it about half way to the fountain, before I woke up. :(

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Thoughts & Observations:
...It's amusing how much you can write about a dream, then realise you've just put down several paragraphs about how you crossed a road and walked to a bus stop... Uh... XD

Another lucid dream. I can't decide if I'm getting better or not at them. *laughs*