Yesterday

I became lucid during a short nap. I was driving in a car and the pedals were not responding. The car would not stop. I opened the door with the intention of jumping out, but then came to the realization that I was in a dream, and that if I jumped out of the moving car, the dream would probably end. Somehow, the car came to a stop, and the next thing I remember is sitting on my front porch with my dad and a friend. My dad was cooking something in a charcoal grill. The grill somehow got knocked over, and a bee’s nest that was nearby let loose a bunch of angry bees, who proceeded to sting my dad until he became unconscious. For some reason, I was unconcerned about my father’s fate, and this imparted to me that I was definitely still dreaming. Remembering my last lucid dream, where I had levitated for a brief period of time, I ran out to my lawn, jumped into the air, and flew straight up. It was such an exhilarating feeling. I felt no fear, even as I went past the clouds. I realized that I should probably go back down, though, and tried to turn my body around to fly downwards. Then, I woke up.