The Lucid Airline Dream

In most cases, when we dream, we're watching the dream unfold in "read-only" mode, like in a TV-show. We don't have any real control over the events in the dream.

That's not the case with a lucid dream. In a lucid dream, people are actively aware that they're in a dream and have some sort of control over their actions.

You can read more about lucid dreams here on wikipedia:

I very rarely have lucid dreams and almost never have multi-layered ones. But last night, I had both.

When the dream starts, I'm on a plane, but I have no idea where/how I got on. I also have no idea where the plane is going.

Next to me was my brother, when was missing his right arm. Normally, in my dreams I'm not able to control my actions, but in this one, I was sort of able to do so.

"When the hell did my brother become an amputee??" I thought to myself. "I should remember something like this shouldn't I???"

I turned to my brother. "George, slap me."

"Why?" he asked in shock.

"Because I think this is a dream. If you slap me and I wake up, you may still have your right arm." I replied.

Before I knew it, I got whacked on the face.

I suddenly woke up. I find that I'm still on a plane. My brother is still next to me, and he's still missing his right arm, but on the ends small fingers and a thumb have start growing out, almost like it was regenerating.

"Wow" I thought. "The slap did help his arm. But I don't think human limbs can regenerate like that. This has still got to be a dream"

"George, slap me again." I said.

"No, I'm not slapping you. I just did that and I'm still missing an arm." he replied rather annoyingly.

Hmm, no slap. And he remembers things from previous dream levels... I didn't know that was possible. How the hell do I get myself to wake up from this?

The flight attendant came by with drinks.

"Sir what would you like to drink?" she asked.

"I'll just have a cup of ice, please." I responded.

As she handed me the cup of ice, I dumped the ice cubes down my shirt.. and christ that was COLD!!!

"Sir what are you doingggggg??"

I woke up again.

My brother is still next to me, and his arm is fully back to normal.

I woke up just in time to hear the captain finish an announcement on PA.... "thank you for flying Northwest Airlines."

Northwest, they've been out of business for almost 10 years. This is still got to be another dream level...

I grab the magazine from the back of the seat pocket and take a look at the pages. Sure enough, I can't understand a thing on the pages. The text is completely blurry. Another sign that this is a dream.... since there's almost no way to read in one due to fact that dream and language are processed in different halves of the brain.

The same flight attendant comes by with drinks.

"Sir what would you like to drink?" she asked again.

"A cup of ice, please."

"Oh I'm so sorry we are all out of ice." she responded. "Is there anything else you would like?"

I thought fast. "Sure I'll have a Sprite, then". Jesus, I better hope this is a dream. Otherwise I'm in deep crap with what I'm about to do.

As she hands me the cup, I throw the contents back in her face. "Look lady you need to have ice next time." I say loudly.

"John! What the hell are you doing?", asked my brother in shock.

I hear someone yelling, "Air marshals, restrain this man!!!"

Before that sentence could finish, I finally wake up on my couch at home....

Turned out, I fell asleep watching Die Hard 2..