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Alright, I don't know how to start this but it sure was a great experience.

This LD is my first one, and I was fully lucid. It lasted in real time for quite a while without waking up, however I lost lucidity twice and regained it. Before beginning I must mention that without any real connection to the dream, I coincidently was listening to the band Dream Theater before going to bed!

It started in a garden, yet I was not lucid, I remember one of those circular stone benches in the inside of a vast circular garden with stone poles lining the outside. I noticed things were a bit odd, and I recalled memories in a dream of playing COD8 or something stupid ( I’ve disliked video games for a while now so I don’t know why this happened)....

Then I realized it doesn't even exist yet, and I have no recollection of arriving at this garden. I looked at my hands, 8 fingers on each.

I'm dreaming.

I immediately felt like the boy in the first scene of Waking Life. As I realized I was lucid I started to float upwards and I thought that I might as well fly. I recalled that most people only have short lucid dreams for the first time so I told myself to stay lucid. By this time the feeling I felt was remarkable and I was suddenly over an ocean flying and seeing reflections for a good ten minutes. I was then hovering and at that time I remembered reading on these forums someone who wanted to shoot fireballs out of their hands. So, I thought "what the hell, give'er a try!" I shot them like crazy and started to fly again. Then I remember arriving at an island.

I must add here that after becoming lucid for the first time, I realized my dream sign to be too many fingers on rotoscoped hands (like in waking life) and they were very odd.

When I arrived, I suddenly lost lucidity. I began speaking to a few people on a similar stone bench. I told them of what had just happened and explained to them what lucid dreaming was. They laughed, and didn't believe me. It was then that some random dude started talking and no-one listened at all. He seemed sad(connection to my failed explanation of LD?) so I told him that I was listening (maybe saying that I myself believed LD's can happen).

Then I looked down and saw that I had 8 fingers again (really screwed up hands). I freaked out because I was just speaking about LD's in a world I thought was reality. This scared me a lot and I flew away to escape the feeling. (Somehow I remember seeing my terrified face while still being me,and at the same time having the emotion) Then I lost lucidity and woke up? from it in a dark room. Suddenly the floor rose like an elevator until it was going to smash the roof but it suddenly stopped. I awoke again in a classroom with a professor lecturing at the front and seeming quite annoyed. I was very skeptical of the situation and at this time forgot what had happened previously. I thought to myself "look at your hands!" 8 fingers again? oh yeah.

I ignored the rambling prof and flew straight through the ceiling and out over the ocean again. I visited an island I've seen in multiple non LD's (there’s also always a sunset) with huge buildings and beach houses. In non LD's I've visited the same house and spoke to some woman about what I honestly can't remember. This time I decided to fly around instead and see the dark buildings and richly coloured surroundings.

This lasted for a while until I faded away and woke up for real. Yes I checked my hands again and saw my clock wasn’t all wonky. It was still early in the morning so I fell back asleep and heard a woman’s voice saying “memory of you”. After that I can’t recall anything else.

This dream was very eye opening (odd choice of words? ) and I now understand people when they speak of LD’s.

A few questions:

Will my hands always be screwed up in dreams? Is this now my dream sign?

Was speaking about lucid dreaming to other dream figures a rare occurrence? I mean I seriously thought it was reality, then I looked at my hands right after explaining LD’s to see them all f***d up. You must understand that’s quite a shock.

Was being fully lucid and flying rare for a first time?

What could "memory of you" mean? I believe it means that everything happened because of memories not of me, but my memories themselves.

Thanks for reading!