Dark_Merlin's Dream Journal

I was at some sort of holiday house with my family. It was dark, poorly lit as though it was late afternoon and cloudy. Everything was a washed out grey colour. My recollection of the dream starts with having disappointing dream-sex with Trinity from the Matrix. She didn't seem to displeased though, so I went to clean myself up. I went to the bathroom to wipe down, and take a leak, but the light didn't work

Annoyed with the fact that I couldn't go to the toilet here because the light was out, I left and went to the toilet that was in the living room, right where everyone else was sitting. It was really awkward, as my parents didn't leave the room, and I sat and had a chat to my Mum, who was sitting in a lounge chair to the left of me, about how the light in the other toilet was out.

When I was done, I realised there wasn't much toilet paper, and got dad to find me some more. All he came back with was black low grit sandpaper, which was also incredibly shiny. I didn't accept it, as I didn't wanna tear myself a new hole

I'm surprised the dream went on past the sex, normally my dreams end straight after I finish, which is always disappointing. This time though, I had a fair bit of dream afterwards, which I think indicates a fair bit of progress in terms of my dream stability

I figured I would begin my online dream journal with the most interesting post in my dream journal so far - my first lucid dream in years.

The beginning of this dream could have happened two ways, as I have memories of both.

1. I was in the lounge room, talking to my father, and got up to walk towards the front door. The furniture was arranged differently, the room lit by the lights, and the curtains closed. I tripped over something like a sharp wire, and felt no pain. This caused me to question reality and do a reality check.
2. I was at school, in English. It was the middle of the day, warm sunlight being diffused around the room from the blinds covering the windows. We were working through a question sheet, and one of the answers made absolutely no sense, causing me to RC. I doubt this second one.

Infact, thinking about it, the second one is most likely a false memory, as I distinctly remember doing the RC in my loungeroom, and the rest of the dream took place at home.

I did the RC I do as habit throughout the day, trying to push my finger through my opposite hand. It's hard to describe how it feels - like pushing a stick of hard play-doh into my hand. My hands were also extremely blurry, though I didn't concentrate on them much after I RC'd. I immediately got excited and started to lose the dream. I yelled out 'Increase lucidity!', relaxed my breathing, and got a more vivid look of the loungeroom.

I wanted to change my scenery, go to somewhere else within my dream. I tried visualising a field, and willing the world around me to move and change, I then tried a beach, which I had visited in a lucid dream briefly many years ago. Despite this effort, my scenery didn't change. I didn't notice at first - and infact wrote in my dream journal that nothing changed and no passages opened, but I recall noticing that one of my walls had turned into a long hallway - deeply lit with red, and soft velvety walls and luxurious looking doors. I wish I had infact gone and investigated it, and I plan to use it as a method of transportation next time.

Since my scene wouldn't change - I decided to try and fly. I ended up in my room, simply swimming upwards, struggling at first with freestyle, but soon adopted an upright push, somewhat like a jellyfish. Though I found it much easier than my previous attempts in dreams years ago, I lost a lot of lucidity from lack of concentration. It was cloudy outside, and everything had a tinge of green, though most colours were washed out. My foot got caught on a vine outside my window, and I couldn't keep floating. I tried to simply phase through it - like I did with the roof, but it didn't work, and the vine held me back. I lost more lucidity here.

My memory then picks up back in the loungeroom, where I proceeded to have sex with nothing - simply thrusting away at the air with nothing there, though still receiving all feeling. This caused me to wake up very quickly.

I woke up, and felt like looking over at the clock, and I believe I did infact wake up here, but then returned to sleep.

I thought I began writing in my dream journal, and ended up in a dream where I was in my English classroom, discussing a problem we had with the homework where the answer didn't make any sense. I exclaimed to my teacher "That's the question which caused me to be lucid!" He agreed that the answer didn't make any sense, and would have caused me to become lucid.

I woke up again after this, and began writing in reality.