lucid

This is my first post, so basically im going to post some dreams i had (the only LD i can remember) and also ask a bunch of questions... I'll start with the last lucid dream i had... i've got to say im not proud of this dream.

I dreamt this 2 weeks ago. The first thing i remember is being in somewhere that looked pretty much like a regular classroom of a regular school, I was alone with a girl and I told her I wanted a BJ... she said no, of course, and then I replied that I knew i was dreaming and i DEMANDED a bj again, she refused and here comes the weird part. Suddenly another girl appeared, much younger, maybe 12, and well... she started doing what i asked before. It was really weird and I was very horny but also didnt feel confortable so i decided to wake up before i cum. I think i did that because she looked too much young... It's a shame to start mi DJ with such a pedo dream...

i'll continue with another lucid dream i had, this one was 2 or 3 days ago. I can't remember too much, I was in some kind of zombie apocalypse, but the zombies were dumb and slow, so it was easy to kill them. I remember i was constantly running and cutting their heads off untill i realiced i was dreaming, in that moment i tried to control the dream but instead everything started to move slower until i cant move at all, thats when i woke up. Does this ever happened to anyone of you?

I just remembered another dream, this one was some months ago, i dont kknow when. I was just flying in some city, this is a very happy memory. At some point i rested at the top of a building and saw a man with an umbrella getting higher and higher, i knew he just wanted to get back to the floor and i started laughing at him.

Recently i started trying the reality checks, i just pinch my self regulary when im awake, i cant remember doing it in a dream yet. How fast did you get any result with the "reality check" method? I've got to go right now, maybe later i'll post something else.

Hotel adventure
It's late at night. I've arrived at a hotel, and I need a room. I don't see any lights on in the lobby, but I try the doors anyway, and I find that they're open. Going inside is a little creepy. Once inside, I see a dim light ahead, up a series of wide, very shallow steps. Reaching the top, I find the counter divided into many "privacy booths". One of them is lit, and I walk towards it. Someone had advised me which room to ask for, saying it was the best in the hotel, but given the late hour, I'm not very hopeful that I'll be able to get it.

Now I'm in a small bare room. I "see" a chart showing some different progressions of magic with different effects, benefits, and problems. One of them causes you first to become invisible, then to release a flash of light. The flash "powers" the next part of the magic, making you visible, a nice benefit (I forget what), but leaving you gasping. I saw some other progressions on the chart, but I don't remember the others.

I know that "they" will be coming for me soon, so I try to get ready. I realize my belt is out of its belt loops and start to rethread it. As I'm nearly done, I hear "them" approaching. I realize I should have put the rings on before worrying about the belt. "They" burst into the room and I realize with relief that I'm already wearing the rings. I launch myself at the leader, sailing through the air to hit him in the chest, knocking him backwards. It's not really flight - more like ignoring most of gravity - but it's effective. Unfortunately, he can do something similar, and we end up in a chase through the hotel. At one point, we're both shooting down a tall spiral stairwell, one where you can see all the way to the bottom through the center of the spiral. At the bottom, we're back in the room with the shallow steps. He launches himself out over the room, and I follow. Unfortunately, he's faster than I am, and I'm losing him.


Game developers visit a college
I'm in a college cafeteria. A group of guys is talking to a couple of new recruits, describing the guts of their game world. They're very proud of how non-deterministic it is, using all sorts of inputs - weather, etc - to change the game world in subtle ways. I ask about what a nightmare it must be to debug, and they agree to a point. One describes how to enable a mode that disables the external inputs. Another starts to show the class hierarchy for creating a new module inside the game. Someone is trying to find a good time and place for a technical demo. He's disappointed that the only thing that will work is once again the cafeteria. He hopes that we'll be able to get a quiet area. John is there fiddling with his phone. He hasn't been able to get Bluetooth working right, and I tease him for it.


Rotting bridge
I'm with a group of people walking on an ancient wooden bridge. I have a tiny gun which I take and throw far out into the water. One of my companions asks me why I did that. I explain that I know how these stories go: the hero gives his gun to one of his companions, asking him to watch his back. Next thing you know, that companion turns out to be a traitor and uses the hero's own gun against the hero. Now we've come to the end of the bridge. It used to go on further, but it's completely fallen apart after this point. We pick our way down the remnants of the bridge and wade in the water. As we continue on, I see our destination in the distance.


Lucid in the hotel - I did SSILD before this
I'm back in the hotel, in the stairwell. The wallpaper is old and brownish, with some kind of little squares with designs. I know I'm dreaming, and I want to fly like I did earlier. I try to will myself into the air, but nothing happens. I jump and flap my arms, and I shoot about ten feet into the air, then drift slowly downwards. Now I'm in a room. It's incredibly messy. I really want a DC to show up. I try various tricks: turning around, expecting the DC to walk in the door, etc, but no DC shows up.


Bruce Willis
I'm walking along the ring road outside a parking lot and meet Bruce Willis talking to another guy. No one else is around, there are no cars anywhere, and the guys ignore me completely, so I just stand back and listen. Bruce is pitching a new Die Hard to the other guy; the idea is received with some amusement, an air that he's just humoring Bruce. He tells Bruce that if he does this movie, then Bruce will be five, reminding him of a comment he made that Bruce gets fifteen years younger every time he does a movie. He's "Twenty" now, so he'll be five after another Die Hard. Alternatively, the timeline works out nicely if you start it from 2008, also putting us at his being five years old.

Bruce has released a new movie he wrote himself. It deconstructs many of the common action movie tropes, and is supposed to be funny, but most people agree it just doesn't have much personality. They also complain that the way he handled the depiction of the city's recession is poorly handled. Now I'm in my kitchen, telling my wife about meeting him. We get to talking about his Star Trek career, and I say that he was closely involved with Brannon Braga. I have to explain that he was one of the Star Trek writers who wrote many of the stranger scripts.

While they're talking, a guy I met the other day comes up to me and gives me a stack of books. I'd completely forgotten about him. I'd gotten one book from him at the time and asked for more. He makes a comment about "you probably won't even thank me," then leaves. I look through the books. They're on Bruce's military career. They're all fairly short books, but they sound like heavy reading. At least one has a picture of him in full military outfit on the front cover. One of the books is unrelated to the rest. I'm surprised to see that it's written by a friend of mine. The cover is bright and cartoony, and the grammar is pretty bad. Near the copyright notice, there's a comment saying the book should take less than 21 minutes to read - but again, the comment is so poorly written I have to stare at it for a minute before it makes sense.


Shoes for a competition
I'm in the mall, in a shoe store. I sign up my third daughter for some kind of competition. The man in the store thinks she's a little on the young side, but signs her up since she's technically eligible. He says she'll need new shoes to compete and starts to measure her, but we don't have time for it. I tell him we'll be back later to finish the measurements. Now we're back. The man is gone, and a woman is taking measurements for shoes. I explain why we're here. She asks me what size shoes my daughter wears, and I say that I don't know. She looks at her's current shoes and gets the size, but I point out that there's a big gap in front of her toes, and for this competition the shoes will need to fit really well. She asks me to come upstairs with her to get proper measurements.

Now we're in some kind of dormitory room. At least four beds are arranged in here. It's a fairly long room, but it's not very wide, only slightly wider than the beds are long. We're at the end of the room. Another lady has joined the first, and they're trying to make room for my daughter to lie down on the floor. There are two suitcases in the way, and they're trying to figure out what to do with them. I suggest putting them under the bed, and they think that's a good idea. I lift the mattress and the women put the suitcases under it. Instead of laying them on the floor under the mattress, they lay them so they're on the rails that hold the mattress in place. It's OK, since there's some kind of riser on the rails designed to hold the mattress up above stuff. I put the mattress back down on the risers, but it looks like it's hitting the suitcases too. This won't be a long term solution, but it should be enough to get my daughter measured.


Fragments
Something about the kids, a park, and a fire engine.

I'm talking to someone who asks me if I was ever in the navy. I explain that I went straight from school to college to work. He asks me to recommend someone for ???, and I recommend Steve S, describing him as having "salt and pepper hair, saltier than yours."

Morning of December 2, 2013. Monday.



In my dream, there are two scenarios, the first one involving the refurbishing of an old wooden house in a rural area. It is high up on stumps (high enough to freely walk around under) and I look closely at the underside of the floor, noting the way the floorboards appear. This unknown house, as with our house in real life, has very thin floorboards with gaps between them. I start to wonder about how it is possible to actually walk in the house, let alone have any sort of furniture anywhere in it. I notice areas where there are smaller clusters of thicker, harder pieces of wood stuck or nailed into the bottom, somewhat equidistant in a grid pattern across the underside of the house, apparently for a bit of extra support, with additional areas of some sort of resin sloping away from the sections. The main idea here is that there are two men who disagree about what to do with the house and I am supposedly there to help, but I am not sure what to do about their predicament. It seems they have equal say in its fate. One wants to fix it up a lot better by redoing parts of it, the other does not want to bother and just wants to add a bit of patchwork, which would possibly result in a house that no one will be able to live in. Meanwhile, an unknown rural sheriff or game warden sits on a porch telling me about all the misadventures of the two men. He seems very cheerful, loud, and excited in his speech, repeating the highlights of their more recent misadventures and continuing redundant-in-theme encounters, laughing as if sharing a great comedic yet predictable legend.

Later, I am with a few unknown people and we discover two young animals that are about the size of a large cat. I hold them the most as a few other people come and go. The first one; I tell someone that it is a baby bear. However, I then notice that it has long ears and see that it is actually an arctic hare. I correct my error and talk about what it actually is as I stroke the soft long ears. The other animal turns out to be a young arctic fox. It is beautiful and calm. I pet it and stroke the bushy, soft tail. The two animals need a bit of care for now and we keep them close by. There is almost a mystical feeling as I enjoy the natural surroundings within my dream even though it is now a snowy landscape (unlike the first dream segment). The vividly rendered detail of the setting is quite precise and emotionally soothing. The hare is almost completely pure white except for a bit of darker gray around the top of the ears and the fox is the same way, but with a bit of lighter gray on the tip of its tail. They act in a very calm and passive manner instead of trying to run away.

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Slept at 6:30 - 6:45pm and woke up at 9:00pm

Lucid dream occurred around at 4:24 Am

Experience: i could hear country music playing in the background, saw a you-tube animation video protesting about the war on drugs.

Watching animation, then went down stairs at a person house who use to live with/ be my guardian (but didn't like at all) and realized it was empty, which i thought was unusual and experienced lucidity.

Daydreamed about a girl i fancied and we were in a hotel private pool nude and saw snake tattoo on swirled around and up her leg.

the next dream scene was in a Arabian desert with the sound type mud huts. I was suddenly feeling extremely scared and wanted to get out of lucid dream, even thought nothing scary or threatening actually happened.

But i ended up in a Arabian hut with tent door, and saw an Indian man in a suit who didn't say anything but smiled slightly. i asked my subconscious to appear and when i saw the guy (thinking and hoping he was my subconscious) i yelled either "i want bigger muscles" or "i will have bigger muscles". the logic behind this was auto suggestion to plant a thought that would then affect me in my waking life.

Then i saw blackness, which i assume was me exiting lucid dream due to surge in unnecessary and sudden fear, at which point i experienced higher fear and anxiety because i was scarred of experiencing old hag or some other horrible experience . I had my eyes closed trying to get out of sleep paralysis, planning to pull the cable (light switch) next to me. eventually SP broke and i finally got out of it.

While lying there i saw the ceiling through my eyelids, until i finally moved and got out of bed.

waking experience: upon waking up i did have an urge to lift weights/ potent desire and i can't seem to shake the thought of what it would be like to be big a muscular all of a sudden. I don't have an overwhelming urge to build muscle but it is more potent that before i attempted auto suggestion technique =) I'll have to see if it wears off during the week and hopefully i can learn to not get so terrified upon achieving lucidity

My dream starts off on the street I lived on three years ago. I am by my old house along with many of my good friends and random DCs. There is also a house on the street in the dream which is abandoned, but has running electricity it would appear. Many of us are going in and out of the house and I think some of us may have been scavenging items from inside. I am now outside the house in the middle of the road. I go full on YOLO and I try to fly. I begin running down the sidewalk and jump. And to my surprise, I am flying. I immediately come back down to the ground however. I then try again, and I discover that I must flail my arms to stay airborne. I now land and realize I have discovered human flight! What should I do now?! Go to the government? The news? Nope. Time to go impress girls. So I now begin dashing towards two girls one whom I know, and I don't remember who the other one was. They seemed concerned that I'm coming at them so fast, but a take a jump and go up in the air over their heads. I then begin flailing my arms around like a fool and float above the two girls. They don't seem very interested though for some reason and leave. Dafuq? So I now follow after them in hopes that they'll be impressed with me flying. I mean what the actual fuck? I'm fucking flying! I pass my old history teacher now and show him my flying skill, which he nonchalantly acknowledges and goes on about his business. Okay seriously though, why is no one even remotely surprised that I'm a human fucking being flying on his own? I don't recall anymore after this point, but I do recall a dream later on that morning.

In the early morning I dream I'm leaving a football stadium. Right next to the stadium there's a very large industrial park. On my way to my school bus home I see my friend Collin's dog. Collin isn't here, so I assume it's lost. I now take the dog on board and sit with my friend Mike. After a long while of highway driving we see a car parked in the middle of the road. The driver panics and swerves into the left lane, barely dodging the car. We now see a car coming at us, and the driver swerves back into the right lane, barely dodging the car. She realizes we missed our ramp, so we now turn off onto a bumpy dirt road. The speed limit sign reads 43. Everyone is really confused by this very specific sign. Not too much further down we see a speed limit sign of 46. Okay what the hell? What's with these weird speed limits? Not too much later, we see a stampede of elephants coming at us. Our driver flips her shit and makes the bus do a 180° before flooring it back up the road. We then return to the highway and try going to the next ramp. Mike, the dog and I get dropped off near an old white house. Our friend Mark is outside standing alone watching us with a smile from ear to ear. He now calls us out in a hostile way.
"Hey look man!" he shouts with a smirk. "They stole your dog!"
Mike and I are somewhat confused and shocked now. That intensifies when a crazy old hillbilly comes outside and stands next to Mark.
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"Oh I'm sorry," I say. "I though this was my friend's dog. I was gonna take it to him, but if it's yours then please take him and we can go."
The man now takes us both hostage and we are transported inside the house. The dream is a little choppy until the next part. Mike has already received his punishment and is bleeding out in the corner of the room. I am now sat down against my will in a blood-stained rotting wood chair. The man now hands me a paper back colored white with a red and blue stripe on it. He tells me to wear it for the purpose of not seeing my death coming...like it'll really make a difference. I hold the bag and look at it carefully as I come to a realization. I look up at the crazy old bag as he loads a quad-barrel shotgun with 12G slugs. If that's not enough, the shells also have large piercing tips on them. Fucking-A, overkill much? I watch him snap the shotgun shut and look at me with a bleak grin. I realize that this is the end of me. I'm dead. There is no escape now.
"Come on, please!" I beg. "I gave you your dog! Why can't we just leave it at that and go our separate ways?"
I don't recall if he answered our not, but he now prepares himself. He stands facing me, and is just about to lift his gun when I go ballistic.
"NO!" I shout, standing up and ripping the paper bag in half and throwing the pieces aside. I now realize I'm dreaming. This is too screwed up to be real. I can't accept this as my real fate. As I stand I unintentionally have slowed time for some reason. This wasn't a lucid decision, but I'm definitely gonna ruin this man's day with this power. He is moving about a thousand times slower than I am right now. I am moving as if time isn't slowed at all. I now extend my right arm out and summon a Smith and Wesson .44 Magnum in my hand and unfreeze time. I put three quick shots into the hillbilly and he falls over dead. I probably only need one with that kind of fire power, but I don't care. This bitch is too crazy! I hear someone come in from behind and turn around. A woman enters, probably his maid or something. She is in fact wearing a pink maid outfit. Fuck it, no witnesses. I now use the last three rounds in the handgun and kill the maid as well. I throw the gun aside and now rush to Mike's side. He's badly wounded. I don't know if he was shot or not, but he probably was. I now lift him up and make my way to door, and I notice people are coming in. Shit! If they see all of and Mike dying in my hands I'm fucked! Time to improvise! I now rush Mike somewhere different and hide him under a desk. I can't think of what to do to keep him down, so I summon a pacifier and put it in his mouth. I then hypnotize him to believe he's a baby who's sleeping in his bed, and remind him not to cry. Several girls I know now enter and I go to greet them. They are seriously concerned about the two bodies on the floor and the blood all over the room. Well God damn it, what now? They ask what happened, to which I say I don't know. I'm sure by this point Mike has probably died due to blood loss. I see his girlfriend is among the group of girls.
"Hey, I don't know how to tell you this," I begin. "But I think Michael is dead."
She is now devastated, and she wants to know where he is. I now lead her to Mike, who isn't moving, and Kaitlyn(his GF) now kneels to his side and tries to tend to him. I stand and mourn as well. And that's all I remember before waking up.

First of all, I think it is very interesting that I had a dream about being in an airplane, sitting next to someone who I believe was the cause of a situation. (I had this dream the night leading in to 9/11, so it could have been on 9/10)

I was in the middle of a row of people, and sitting next to a guy I went to grade school with (thats how much subconscious decrypted it). For some reason we were arguing (it might have been intentional). I am not sure what about, but it led to us playing what seemed to be "pranks" on each other. Whatever I did in response to his last prank really set him off.. he stood up, gesturing like he wanted to fight, and starting yelling at me. He was blaming me for something, all I could say was "No my friend, YOU are the one that did this, YOU DID IT!" As soon as I noticed we were the center of attention, I started to scramble around looking for something. Reaching into whatever I could find, bags, jackets, pockets. I found a container of some sort of jell like substance. I opened it, grabbed a handful of it, slapped him on the forehead, and spread it across his face. (I guess I didn't get the info I needed, so I marked him in some way). I then took off running, I could feel the sensation that someone was after me. I ran through some hallways, went out the nearest doorway into a courtyard type area. There were people all around, most of them were on computers and didn't even notice me busting out of building. I noticed a large room directly ahead of me, it was filled with a ton of people. I thought "There are too many people for them to notice me in there.." I also knew I was going to be able to find out some info about what was going on.
I ran inside, it was a very "futuristic" setting. All glass windows instead of walls, computers that were just a glass pane, sitting on a single pole or stand. Everyone inside were using these computers, so I ran up to one. I pulled out a card, like an I.D. card or a credit card, and swiped it into the computer. It brought up a huge load of information about who I was, what I was doing, why I'm here and what needs to be done with me. I skimmed over the info, a warning message at the bottom caught my eye. I don't remember all the text but it said I was "in cooperation with..", I assume some sort of resistance group or something. I didn't understand so I asked the guy to my right what it meant. He looked over and said this in the most calm, innocent way "Oh, they are about to terminate you." My eyes went wide, and I booked it out of there.
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Side note:
I later remember grabbing a wallet while I was searching for something to mark the guy with. I am pretty sure this was his I.D. and not mine, but I was rushing myself within the dream.

No order to these, just as I remember them..

1.)
I was outside a Log Cabin ( I assume I was trying to get in), a woman was with me (possibly my mother, but I can't remember), we were face to face with a very protective and angry mother Wolf. The person I was with was terrified, but I didn't have the choice to fear this thing or we were dead. All I could do was stand my ground, and keep the other person behind me. When the wolf would jolt forward to attack me, I would do the same thing. Every time, it would back off just a tad, but continue to stay in front of me. At one point I remember it grabbing a hold of my arm during one of the attacks, but all that did was kick in my instincts. I must have done something right because it backed off and went about its business elsewhere. Not one time did I have to attack the thing, or hurt it.

2.)
I was hiking in the woods with two of my friends, and another person I did not recognize. We met a group of canoer's who couldn't find their way "home," so we attempted to explain different ways they could get back to certain area's they might recognize. Afterwards we moved on towards a big waterfall, we started walking on a fallen tree that lead to the top. The person I didn't know decided to jump on to a pile of floating sticks, but he went most of the way through them, getting partially stuck for a moment. He then got pushed down the waterfall and looked quite injured. Will immediately climbed down the rocky cliff, while Mike and I looked for a safer way down. I said screw it and went down the cliff face as well, but slipped almost instantly. As I was falling, I attempted to fly, but for some reason I could not. I hit the ground SO HARD that I changed dreams, I sped forward to a diner setting, where all of the same people were sitting, eating lunch and joking around about what just happened..

color legend: non-dream dream lucid

Lucid #4 Subconscious

When I realize I’m lucid. I don’t really gain much consciousness. I’m still stupid and zombie-like. But all I know is that I want to air-bend and fly. I forgot to root myself in the dream, a rookie mistake. This was probably why I had such a low level of lucidity.

I am standing on a dirt cliff with ruins of a white castle behind me. I decide to attempt to fly first because I air-bended last lucid dream. I don't know how to go about flying for the first time. And I realize that I am at a low level of lucidity and I probably won't be able to fly, but I try anyway.

I try to bounce really high but it doesn't work because for some reason I am still conscious of my recovering knee injury and the fact that in real life jumping is still hard. I manage to jump about 5 feet in the air but couldn't get any farther because of my knee.

The scene shifts to a city with tall white buildings. There are a lot of dcs. I decide to ask my subconscious a question. I remember two dcs say something to me but I don't remember what it was. I ask my subconscious what I am most afraid of. I have to say the question twice.

The second time a huge flock of birds fly overhead by the tops of the skyscrapers around me. They fly in a tighter and tighter formation and then expand in the shape of an airplane. I guess that my greatest fear must be of plane crashes. I think to myself that I don't think I’m really that afraid of them but I don’t know, I can't really argue with my subconscious. I ask my subconscious what my purpose in life is and I
wake up.

color legend: non-dream dream lucid

Lucid #3 Running Like the Wind

I am competing with my friend D to see who can run down a grassy hill faster. We are in a very beautiful place with steep, sloping green hills and a tall forest ahead. Behind us there is a quaint town.

D wants to charge down the steepest hill head first and I want to take a less steep hill. I say "Of course you want to charge down the steep hill like a fire bender. I'll go down the more flat one like the air-bender I am."

He laughs and says "Of course you will! Race you!"

Then he charges down the hill. I run over to the flatter hill and sprint down laughing and having fun. When we get to the bottom D rubs it in my face that he beat me and I decide to do a reality check. Just in case. I go for my normal nose pinch RC and I find that I can breathe! I think this must be a mistake! I must have not pinched my nose hard enough. So I try it again and I can still breathe. I try it one last time and squeeze me nose and mouth shut as hard as I can and I suck in a huge breath!

I immediately become lucid. I get really excited and tell myself that I will not wake up from being excited like I did before. So I rub my hands together and study the feeling and the landscape around me. I shout I am lucid dreaming! D seems to have disappeared. I then run up a hill on to flatter ground and decide to air-bend at a pole.

I fling my hand and arm forward but nothing happens. I think that I must have not truly expected anything to happen, so I try again. This time a huge visible gust flies from my hand and hits the pole! I’m feeling really confident so I decide to try to make some targets appear behind me. I start by expecting to see them there because I have to believe they already are there.

As I turn around I see that they did appear, just to the side of me rather than behind me. I don't think it's a big deal so I walk over. The targets are three big black circles on top of a black box. I try to air-bend at them again but only small pathetic gusts come out of my hands this time. I start to get frustrated as to why I can't do it well and I
lose lucidity.

At one point I was presented with two beautiful women in front of me, I was to choose one of the. I did not want to choose one over the other, although I already had one in mind, I didn't want to hurt the other woman. The overall tone and feeling made it very clear that I must choose one, and only one. I said nothing, but made the choice through an action. The woman I was most interested in sat next to me, I kissed her shoulder and rested my head there after. This made the other women incredibly angered and jealous (imagine that). She started screaming out of pure anger, and soon after, she disappeared. I believe she was muttering some hateful words as she left, but I could not make out what she was saying.

I remember looking to the woman next to me, telling her that I did not want to upset them by choosing one over the other. The other woman was obviously the machine herself (I will refer to her as "She"), considering the angry and childish reaction after not choosing her.

The woman sitting next to me had a very familiar energy signature, it was very peaceful and calm. She was with me during a few other dreams I had that night, we were moving from one reality to another. The machine followed us through each reality, but was not really present in any of the dreams, just observing us.

The initial choice was made in a dark lit room, possibly just a reality plane of empty space. When "She" was disappearing, she turned from a human form into a mostly transparent figure. Electrical charges starting firing from every direction around her. Starting from far away from her, quickly rushing to the center of her form. Something like a teleport with wormhole like qualities.

color legend: non-dream dream lucid
Lucid #2 Sewers

This dream has a lot of memory gaps and I wasn't very lucid, but it was still a very memorable and fun experience.

I don't remember the dream, but somehow I realize I am dreaming. I get very excited and immediately rub my hands together to make the dream more stable. I try to air-bend and I succeed! I try to water-bend and that works too! The scene changes to me in a boat in the sewers. I find that with water-bending I can make the boat go really fast. I look behind me and I see that my dad is yelling at me in a speedboat that is gaining quickly. I power on the focus on water-bending and I either have a memory gap or I wake up before he can get to me.

color legend: non-dream dream lucid

Lucid #1 Biology Class

First lucid dream! The lucid portion probably only lasted about 10 seconds, but I will still never forget it.

I walk into my biology class and take my seat at the back of the room. Everything is the usual. I talk with my friends and go to adjust my knee brace out of habit. However my knee brace isn't there and neither are my crutches! I instantly become lucid. I am extremely excited because this is my very first lucid dream! Immediately every dc in the room stands up and looks at me and starts clapping. The colors on the walls start to melt off in rainbow colors. The substitute teacher starts playing beauty and the beast on the projector. I’m feeling so excited that I accidentally wake myself up

I partially wake from sone dream and notice how dreamlike my body feels. I hold still and notice that I can hear the boxfan. The moment I pay attention to it the sound morphs into the sound of the dining chair scooting on the hardwood. My son likes to do that and I wonder if this is really happening, but I quickly decide this is not likely. The sound is so loud that is fills my ears so that I don't even hear the fan. That thought brings the fan noise back and I feel my physical body again. I relax and renter the dreamstate bring the chair sound back. I focus on this for a moment to get deeeper in the dreamstate but I begin to wonder how I was able to turn this on and off like that. I let myself shift from physical body to dream body a couple of times at will. I try to analyse the feeling in hopes that i will be able to do this later at will. It seems like I can feel the chemical change in my brain and I was controling it like a switch. I begin to over analyse this feeling and soon lose my control of the dreamstate becoming fully awake. I quickly try to relax and DEILD but I let go too much and fall non-lucid.

The dream wasn't as exiting as the first one, but either way...


[NOT LUCID]
Started the dream as JC Dention from the game Deus Ex, began walking down this hallway when I'm confronted by a few black "spies"(From spy vs. spy cartoons) holding yellow paint cans, I kill them with my pistol and grab one of their paint cans. I realized that as long as I held the can, they wouldn't bother coming after me so I held it and moved on. End of the hallway(Another about 20 steps) and it splits like a T and I choose to go right. I see some other guys holding a black can doing the same as the guys from the beginning and just let them do their own thing. At the end of the T is a door so I go through and it's a public bathroom. I keep going through more attached doors and stop and say to myself after taking a good look around, "I'm lucid dreaming." After I say that to keep the idea in my mind a few more seconds, I do a finger through palm RC(fail) and then a nose plug RC(Success).

[LUCID]
I went through the last door and found myself on the opposite side of where I entered in the beginning, but it all changed. The workers had almost finished and there were a few extra hallways(I figured out that my subconscious has a sense of time and progress too ) I turned right on the first new hallway I seen and watched as it was all finished, usually decorated with greyish black and a yellow line spanning the middle of each hallway. At the end, I reached a form of a library. I tried out a few different things such as a 1 fingered table grab(Slipped off lol), what electronics/videos looked like(Took special care not to give them TOO much attention as I've heard they don't really help staying asleep and lucid, and other stuff such as that.

So yeah, my second lucid. I'm pretty proud and I think I'll come up with an LD list of goals to try in my future ones

EDIT: Comments are appreciative as well as constructive criticism and tips/ideas for future LD's

I'm totally new here. I suffer from a chronic pervasive sleep disorder. Too long of a story for here and now and this place. In any case , yesterday, I finally screamed in my bathroom at the sink. "Why is this house drowning me in negative energy no matter how much I try". i should have known better than to speak it. that night, i dreamed 3 men outside with guns. They are threatening harm, rape, and death. I feel helpless. It was so real I wasn't aware I was dreaming because typically My dreams become lucid as soon as I have passive triggers mostly unrealistic dream events pretty much 3-4 times a week i become conscience. I often then become a passive participant and even kick a** in any way I Please or just enjoy making things up as I go along. i even like to just stay assive and let the dream unfold while I'm completely aware I'm dreaming.

By no means would these intruders on my property in this dream had any power had I become lucid. I would have been a bad B with a samurai sword (in my dream of course) chopping these guys up flying all over the place. But noooo, I'm calling 911 with a woman who seems totally unconcerned and I'm begging away for help. She says help is on the way. Some time passes, banging on my door, more screaming outside. I'm frantically trying to figure out how to protect myself and my child while I wait for help. I dial 911 again pleading. The lady could care less and says she forgot to dispatch help. I wake somewhere in to be greatful I was dreaming.

I fall back to sleep and have this amazing lucid dream I didn't want to wake from where I spent the day with some lover I've never met. He loved me to my soul and I had no anxiety or stress just companionship. I can interpret the 2nd dream easy cake but the first one I still have trouble channeling and changing circumstances when my dreams are too realistic and negative. I'm trying techniques. Even in sleep paralysis. I can't control the circumstances. I left once when I knew it was safe but I was hoping to meet someone and it was just sunny and the streets were empty. I thought awww boring...just decided to go back to my room and lay on top of my sleeping body. Sounds strange to someone who hasn't experienced it but but I've done it many times since Ive been doing this for 20 years since i was 10. I'm just scared to leave the room.