First lucid in a long time

Date: 9/17/2020

First I'm laying on my bed and I awaken to my old friends: the vibrations. I try to get up but I'm being pulled through the darkness. I ask for vision but it's still blurry and then I'm pulled back to my body. I feel the vibrations strong again. I slip out of my body again (I know, not really a lucid dream). I'm being pulled somewhere again and I let it go on for a while but then I break loose. I'm walking through the streets of some city and I decide to fly since it's been a long time. Next thing I know meteors are headed for this city, two of them. I stop one and extinguish it's flames just by thinking it and fling it into a car next to me. The other one flies off somewhere else. I start to fly again but I'm pulled back to the ground. I start to see people and I think I should try to speak with one of them, maybe I can contact this entity that appeared in one of my other dreams. But the people seem to be avoiding me in a sense, they're all living their lives. They remind me of people in Manhattan; they don't want to be bothered and I seem like a tourist. So I decide to fly again and I crash into a building lol it's hard for me to continue to fly in my dreams. I decide to fix this building just in case it's not just a dream. That's when I think I'll just send out what Robert Monroe calls NVC (non verbal communication) asking if there is any one near me that I can communicate with. The air around me ripples as I ask if there are any intelligent entities near me. I ask to speak to the shadow man but I begin to wake up. Oh yeah I remember there being a beef Patty truck that drove past me. I remember because of the specific design: green tower with yellow beef patties beneath it. I couldn't read the lettering on the side of the truck but I knew what it was. The kids that I saw had backpacks on. Another man was on a bike with headphones on. Also whenever I start trying to lucid dream again there's this pressure in the middle of my forehead. Almost like a pulsing, it's not uncomfortable but it's odd. And it usually stays with me until I stop thinking about dreams. I can only compare it to the pressure I feel when I'm overwhelmed but the difference is that when I'm anxious in that sense, the pressure is unbearable and I have to make time to decompress and be alone. This pressure is sort of like a reminder. I could even describe it as a muscle. Another description would be: an invisible hand massaging the middle of my eyebrows with its finger tips; the feeling in the middle of my brow feels as if it's moving.