My Lucid Dreams

I've decided to try and DEILD from normal dreams more, instead of doing MILD only. DEILDing didn't work, but I got an awesome lucid anyways !
I got way lazy when I woke up from it though and I didn't write it down until I woke up for good, so my recall sucks.

Lucidity: 7.5
Control: 7/10
Vivacity: 8.5/10

I'm at a skate park outside, I did a little bit of parkour training. At one point an old friend of mine does a really awesome trick on his skate board. I walk up to him like "dude that was awesome !" and he answers that my stuff wasn't bad either. He gets to my side, his hand on my shoulder. An other one of my friends (which I rarely see anymore) is standing to my left, as I observe the sky.
The moon is very bright, and it's got red, glowing scars on it. I check reality.
"Guys ! We're dreaming !" I say before I realize that I'm the only one dreaming there. "Well this is a dream, anyway."
The guys are not showing great excitement, they answer like "Oh, yeah, it is."
I look around, there are a few trees around and a road in front of me. The looks of the trees makes me think that we're in fall; the don't have many leaves on.
I let my friends there, and I set out to explore the dream world a bit. I'm really happy to be dreaming.
I'm walking on the road in a place which looks a bit like a fusion of New York and Paris. This could be a false memory, but I'm pretty sure that I climbed onto a yellow taxi and took off to fly a bit.

(...)

I'm in my Dad's apartment, I think I came in from the window.
At first I find the apartment empty, but then my dad comes in with a lot of clones of himself. I automatically assume that these clones will behave like robots. I am surprised when I realize that each one of these clones behave just like my dad does in rea life. My brother comes in too with a few clones of himself.
Oh, if everybody has clones in this house and they all behave like real people, then I might as well go look for myself !
I turn to my right and open the door which leads to my bedroom, and a younger clone of me appears behind it. He looks like I used to look when I was 13, except he's about as tall I as am now. His hair is longer and straight, whereas mine are now shorter and almost curly. He's also a lot bonier than me: I used to eat a very little bit and I didn't exercise much back then then. His cheeks are rounder though, like when I was 12 or something like that. I was about to ask him some questions but I'm interrupted by my dad.
"Hey, [Higat]," he calls, "come here, I got something to show you !"
I turn around, leaving my clone hanging there.
My dad tells my brother and me that since this is a dream, we can run really fast. He starts running and I see glowing red copies of himself behind him, like in comic books or stuff like that.
Oh, the clones turned into that !
I try it out too and it's fun, but it reminds me of teleportation which seems way more fun.
"Hey dad, you wanna try a little in-dream fight !?"
He smiles like "Ok, but I'll win."
I decide to try something that I've thought of in real life: when I try to teleport at short disctances, I usually try to see myself teleporting in 3rd person. This time, I decide to go 1st person.
Now this might not seem like a friendly fight, but it was. lol
I run and, all in slow motion, I teleport next to my dad and I kick him in the ribs. I teleport in the air in front of him and spin kick him in the side of his head, and I teleport again in the air behind him to kick him in the other side of his head. I teleport back in front of him.
When I'm teleporting, I'm just willing to be at the place that I want to be at as I'm already engaging my next move.

(...)

I'm in my grandparent's front yard, and I'm showing off to DCs as I run super fast onto walls and around them with the same red glowing copies of myself behind me. At one point I notice that I'm so fast that people can barely see me. The DCs don't really care.

I recently decided to meet my dream guide (or any DC of importance) to learn about myself through training, battles and his teaching. Here's my first two lucid dream related to this goal.

Lucidity: 5/10
Control: 5/10
Vivacity: 6/10

I'me in my parkour gymnasium. For the most part, it looks just like in real life. After a few minutes training, a woman (I feel like she is my dream guide) comes up to me and tells me I'm dreaming.



Oh, of course I am.
My lucidity is very low, I start taking off my socks (lol) but it seems like I have thousands of them on.
Meh whatever.
I take off running with no goal in mind; I can see the girl just standing there, I can tell she thinks I'm an idiot.
I wake up and DEILD.


Lucidity: 9/10
Vivacity: 9/10
Control: 6/10

I DEILDed from the last dream, I landed in front of my house (IRL).
In real life, I used to wonder if I was really myself in my lucid dreams, or if lucidity was just an illusion.
Let's check !
I start rubbing my hands together and I shout things like "more lucidity" or "more control."
After a few seconds the dream has become incredibly vivid. There's a cold breeze that gently shiver the trees' leaves; despite the night's darkness, I can clearly see the grass dancing, and the street's lamp's yellow light. My hands are rough, just like in real life.
I reached an amazing level of lucidity, and I can clearly tell that I truly am myself in my lucid dreams.
I would like a little more light before I go look for my dream guide. Not bright sunlight, just a twilight sort of lighting. I place my right hand up in the sky, and when I pull it off, a shiny moon stands behind it.
I find it kinda fun, so I repeat the action a few times until I end up with about a dozen full moons
I get going, but I only have to walk a few meters before my cat wakes me up >

So I' m very exited because I had my fourth lucid this week and it' s not even the week end yet ... whoo !
Anyways, I find it pretty interesting because it's one of my most vivid lucid, and the second one in which I actually feel pain !

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Lucidity : 8/10
Control : 6/10
Vivacity : 9.5/10

I've been trippin' to the moon for a while, going back and forth between Earth and its satellite; our mission is to find a village "LOST" style :
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We get there, it' s been our second trip on the moon, we were supposed to have one more.
It' s dark, but I can feel grass under my feet, it' s all dead, and so are the trees; they have no leaves, they' re all weird ... but not the forest surrounding the village, nah, that' s all healthy
I inspect a gilder, until I realize my second lucid dream was in the moon too . Well, here I am now ... lol. After some time of reflection, I get that it' s safer to check the state I' m in ...
Oh well, I guess I' m not on the moon then . I get my thoughts back together and realize it' s cool anyways, I mean, it' s a lucid dream, right ?

I somehow ended up on a roof, I look around me and see a city, mostly composed of tenements that extend all the way to the horizon. I rub my hands together. I wanted to do something back in reality ... it has something to do with touching the floor ... that' s it ! - I thought it was punching the ground to break it, but it really isn' t *.
I run and try to fly to another roof but that' s seemingly not what I' m supposed to do. Ok then, I' l just climb it ! when I got there I already forgot what I "wanted" to do; I do remember I couldn't fly. Never mind, I' ll just jump. So I do, but I land a bit closer to what I wanted.
I do the same thing several time, going lower and lower, each time aiming for a longer jump ... until I fail my jump and land in a tree; its branches stabbing me repeatedly . I land on a bigger branch, holding my legs ,man that hurts like hell !.
After some seconds I just forget about the pain and jump off the tree; I' m in a court, a whole bunch of needles are on the walls, pointing up . I could climb it easily, but right now I really don' t feel like doing so, I beat myself up enough for tonight. I get in a building instead, but there' s a creepy guy inside.
He goes : "Micheal Jackson is the best fighter ever"
And like an idiot I answer : " Better than Elvis ? "
He gets mad and challenges me for a fight, but right now I' m not in the mood, I run away.
I notice a rock coming out of a wall, that' ll do it. When I get near to the wall the creep gets in front of me, I try to fly past him but I just rub my head against the floor.
Pain .
I get to another wall and try to get over it, but the needles are still there.
Pain.
I have no choice, I' ll beat the heck outta him and that' ll be done. We somehow come back in the building and the fight' s rules come into my head : if someone is close to passing out, we gotta stop fighting, the conscious one wins.
We begin fighting ... using dance moves . At some point we see our shadows fighting; I' m Elvis he' s Michael .
I beat him but a friend of his comes. I' m kinda pissed off and stop dancing like a dumb ass; I begin hitting him like a boss, using mostly my right elbow, small but fast strikes to the head in pretty much every direction, until he falls on the floor.
I' m about to get outta here but I wake up before I do that .

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* Instead of punching the floor, I was supposed to try my new technique to get in a friend' s dream.