I guess I should have included some more biographical info. I'm in my early 40's, live on an isolated ranch in Colorado where I raise sheep and grow hay. I've been interested in LD since about 6th grade, when I read an article in Omni magazine on the subject. I started trying to have lucid dreams then, but with little discipline.
I started journaling and dream-journaling heavily at about 18 yrs, and had my first LD in October that year. Very brief, but hey, I was hooked. Around that time and again a few years later I worked as a baker, so I had to be at work by 3 am. Balancing that with the usual late-teen/early 20's hijinks led to some erratic sleep schedules. This seemed to intensify dreaming at times, but didn't lend itself to developing repeatable results. During this time I had frequent false awakenings where I would hear my alarm clock, get up, go to work, start baking, then hear a phone next to my head and realize I was dreaming and had not gone to work at all. It actually was pretty common with the other bakers I knew.
In the late 90's I moved to an isolated ranch (not where I live now) and had some really intense dream experiences, some lucid, some not. Among them, these are notable:
1) I dreamed of a mountain lion outside my house, then found tracks the next morning in the same spot as in the dream;
2) A long series of recurring dreams that always seemed to pick up where the last left off. In them I had a whole "other life", complete with childhood memories, family, a girlfriend, neighbors and friends, an apartment, etc. I'd wake each time confused about who I really was, and kind of sad that the life I'd dreamed was not really "real.
3) A series of dreams that were more like narrated visions about how the earth "really" looks, how physics "really works and the like. In these dreams/visions I had no body and was just shown a bunch of 3d images while a male voice told me how things "really" worked.
There were others, but that gives the flavor of it.
Later, I moved with my wife into a house that appeared to be haunted or something. I had never really believed in that kind of thing, but the evidence was convincing enough that I began to pray a lot, even in nightmares. Praying in the name of Jesus Christ ALWAYS worked to overcome demons, monsters, whatever (not evangelizing, just saying what I noticed), and seemed to work in one particular dream to end the weird activity permanently.
Since I have had enough LD's to know they are possible, I am finally settling into a routine, making it a consistent practice. Part of the reason I am doing this is so I can teach my 2 year old son to respect and use his dreams from a very early age. He's very kind and intelligent, and my hope is to foster these and other good qualities in a context larger than merely waking life. God only knows what the results could be.
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