Those are some wicked dreams, guys! :-D I had a few dreams myself, but the most lucid and predominantly awesome one is one I had around the summer holidays of 2011.
Like you Rhys, I had a very lucid dream as well. I am very interested in almost all aspects of motorsports but those that especially catches my interest is WRC/IRC/rallying-in-general, GT1 and F1. In that order, I might say.
Just earlier in the day I had been watching a local rally club doing some training stages for up and comers, and for the first time in my life I saw a 'real' rally-specced Subaru WRX STi, an '07 one in fact, the ones that look the most awesome, as well as '06, if you ask me. It was basically the time of my life.
Now, in my dream, which bounced me right back to that point, I was the driver of this Subaru.
Just moments before I had been standing and looking at the beast, admiring its beauty and ferocity, with its anti-lag system roaring away, and now I am sitting inside it, ready to drive the course.
I don't think I've ever had as good a dream as this, so bear with me if I'm slow at getting to the conclusion of this, hehe.
So anyway, I'm now ready to drive the course and the guy is standing there, counting down from 20, only saying a number in 5 second intervals.
At 20: Nerves start pushing on, and I can feel, even though I'm firmly asleep, that my adrenaline starts pumping harder than ever.
At 15: Never seen this many spectators at a local rally stage. And look, there is the funny chubby guy from the VW dealership.
At 10: Getting closer now, I feel a need to chew my nails off in nervousness and expectance of whats to come, but gloves are in the way.
At 5: It's real, it's not just me thinking or dreaming it. It's real. Here we go.
Launchcontrol sent me away blazing, probably writing my name in the tarmac, just as I have to turn a hard 90 degree right immediately after. Going down a straight for 4-5 seconds before I have to slalom between giant oil-drum sized cans (no idea of the significance of this haha), hitting brakes hard and shifting ferociously.
The sequential shifter had a logo on it, I noticed while going down the second straight.
Apparently it was made by Suzuki Denmark. Made no sense why, until I had awoken; a good friend of mine drives for Suzuki in local rallies, including rallycross.
I continue to the end of the straight, with a huge amount of spectators blazing by as I speed past them. At the end of that medium long straight I realize I have a co-driver who is also giving me directions. At first I'm like "What the hell, I can do this by myself, I don't even....." but then I realize it's an actual rally. I need that guy to get better times and as to not endanger myself - or him.
He starts spewing pacenotes as we turn left and right, then into some esses, then reach a small tarmac crest. He tells me to slow down but I don't, so because of the center of gravity and weight and ... well, physics!.. I start sliding as we come over the crest, as it has some gravel spread across it, granting less grip. It almost goes wrong, but after this point, all I remember is me and my co-driver reaching a finish line and getting appraisal from spectators.
I wrote this down in a dream-journal as I am very into lucid dreaming, which is why I got these details hehe!
Since that day I have been more than normally obsessed with getting into rally motorsport :]
