I had the most vivid dream this morning. I was riding my longboard in the street in front of my house, at this point in the dream everything was on par with reality and I had no idea I was dreaming. I could feel warmth permeating from the sun, I could feel beads of sweat forming on my brow, I could hear the echoes of children playing in the distance. While pushing my board down the street I felt a sudden notion to be airborne. With a snap of the tail my board lifted itself from the hot concrete, it rose with me on it, higher and higher. I was flying and it was so real. Every little detail was so crisp and clear, the wind picking up in my ears, my heart pounding with excitement as I let myself become weightless. I rose over the rooftops of houses, slashing my way through the air, surfing my way through the sky on the crest of a wave composed of golden sun.
I skyboarded all over this town. I realized along the way that I was dreaming. It did not slow me down at all, it did frighten me with the thought of how dangerously real everything felt. I choose not to wake up though. I could feel the power to make anything and everything happen. I could change color, send waves of brilliant neon light cross the horizon, spiraling and breaking off into swirling patterns, pulsating, changing and growing with each passing moment. I could change the landscape, send waves rippling through the earth with a sway of my fingertips. Raise rolling hills with a flick of the wrist. Streams and rivers cutting through the land stretching out in paths guided by my own eyes.
Then there was fear, the more unreal I let things become I felt like I was being pulled further and further from my body. Like if I continued to limitlessly dream and create my own universe, the connection with my sleeping body would be severed. I could feel it, as my dream became stronger the real world with my sleeping body in it felt further away. I sought to wake myself, to shake myself back into reality. But I could not. I could feel my body and send out the signals to move with my mind, but my muscles and limbs would not respond.
Darkness had fallen all around me as I was paralyzed in a state of semi-consciousness. Fear of death and departure flooded my thoughts. I shook and writhed around in agony without really moving at all. Reaching out to my motionless body with my mind, finally I grabbed hold and forced my eyes open, nearly falling out of bed, sweating and gasping for air. Now I'm awake, certainly I am. I just don't know if this world feels more real than the one I left.