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    1. 3/31/13 - An Old Man (First Lucid Experience!!)

      by , 04-01-2013 at 07:37 AM
      I'm walking through an obnoxiously clean, beautiful house. I'm talking Martha Stewart perfect. The kind of perfect that makes you uncomfortable and terrified, because that's when you will suddenly become the most clumsy person in the world and all hell will break loose, your hands being the bringers of destruction. I walk past a long, glass dining room table. Sitting alone at the table is Stiles. As I walk by, he looks up at me and smiles, as if to say everything is alright. That's the feeling I get from him. I smile back at him and continue walking. I walk into a kitchen. There, standing behind a counter top, is an older man. He is really tall and thin. He's wearing a lime green t-shirt. His hair is white and below his waist and he has a big, bushy mustache. I stop in front of him and tell him how much I like his hair. I tell him that it looks just like my dad's hair. He smiles politely and says thank you. He turns away from me for a second and then turns back around to face me again. His hair is now clipped short and neat. His mustache is no longer there. I instantly know that that can't be right. Something is wrong. I start to wonder what could have happened and then I wonder if I did that. But there is no way that his mustache and long hair could just disappear. Then I wake up.

      (While small, I believe this is my first experience with lucid dreaming. I became aware, even if only for a short time.)

      Updated 04-01-2013 at 07:41 AM by 61973

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      lucid , memorable
    2. 3/30/13 - Broken Teapots

      by , 03-31-2013 at 06:56 AM
      I'm in a house I've never been in, standing near a girl I don't know. We are in a kitchen. The girl walks up to me with a small, glass teapot. She holds it out to me. I take it from her and immediately start drinking. It's filled with warm, sweet tea. I drink every last drop and lick as much of the inside as I can reach. Once I'm done, I turn around to the kitchen sink, turn on the faucet and begin to rinse the teapot. The girl walks up next to me with a few more in her hands. I finishing rinsing and place the pot on a towel on my other side. As I set the pot down, the handle breaks off. I panic for a second, but instantly I calm down and rinse a new teapot that the girl hands to me. "That always happens," she says. "You have to be more gentle with them." I nod slightly in agreement and we rinse off the rest of the teapots.