Cheers for the reply.
My mind is sort of split into two, one mind has no body to speak of so unfortunately I can't rub my hands together, it's like the narrator in a film, and my other mind is the main dream character at that time over which I have no control or even awareness of the dream - though it's still me, it's quite hard to explain. The two minds tend to alter in dominance, one coming forward or falling into the background, but both always there. Only twice has the "narrator" has been able to affect the dream:
Excerpt from Dream Journal:
1:
the teachers say that's it and march most of the students out except the two in the skins. Suddenly they're wearing Russian WWI uniforms. The teachers have allied uniforms and are marching the two to a firing line inside the classroom by the piano, they know they're about to die. For some reason though they let them keep their weapons. As the countdown begins, the Russian/student shoots his captor and quickly takes out everyone else in the room with rapid firing.
Wait, wait. That's not right, it's a bolt action rifle; you couldn't get that many shots off so quickly. Ok let's do it again:
...they know they're about to die. For some reason though they let them keep their weapons. As the countdown begins, the Russian/student rams the bayonet through his captors face, shoots another guard, cocks the bolt and shoots a teacher, then beats another teacher to death using his rifle as a club. That's better.
2:
and thedream pretty much disintegrated.
I was presented with an option screen superimposed over a diagram of the earth. On it were options for the next dream, again I knew it was a dream but I didn't become lucid enough to control my actions, I was just aware of it. I went for the hunting option as I'm usually the one being hunted I thought it'd be nice to have a dream where the tables are turned.
I arrived in the deep jungle, the sky a deep red sunset, Incan ruins visible on the horizon. I had an odd knife; two blades twisting together to a point. I set off for some hunting when suddenly a grey brown gorilla burst out of a bush and ran towards me with a similar knife, "This isn't fair, I thought I was hunting, it's my dream after all" and I woke up.
Also I've just started read the lucid dream book on Wikipedia which talks about false lucids, where you dream you're dreaming. It's on my mind I guess.
What do you reckon?
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