Dark_Merlin's Dream Journal

I stood in the loungeroom counting my fingers. "1, 2, 3...4 ...5... i think? 1, 2, 3.. gah this is hard! Wait - what if i'm dreaming?" my inner monologue rattled off

I nose RC, whoa! I am! I stabilise, grabbing the wall and rubbing my hands all over it, feeling the orange peel paint texture under my hands. I look around at the loungeroom, trying to understand what's off about it. I immediately notice the books, piles of them stacked to the roof of a plethora of colours. It was messy, but kind of artistic and pretty, in a sense. I walked over to the window and looked out at the sunshine, focussing on my hearing, something I'd never done before in a lucid. I noticed the chirping of birds outside, coming in through the front door. I put my awareness into the sense of touch, and felt the weight of the clothes on my body.

I turn around and walk out into the kitchen, observing how realistic this dream is - I didn't have a hint of my usual top-heavy feeling, I was very stable and anchored to my dream body. I looked at the counter and saw a glass, it was somewhat dirty but I figured I'd use it anyway. Instead of picking it up, I simply made another one appear in my hand. I thought about opening the fridge to get a drink when I realised - Why bother?

I focused my intent on a drink, and found my glass half full with red, bubbly creaming soda. I took a sip - it tasted great! I thought for a moment, I should focus on my sense of taste! I increased my awareness to my mouth and changed the flavour, it became an incredibly strong, creamy malt flavour! Damn! I put the glass down and pondered what to do. I looked out into the back room and saw some sort of boxes, it wasn't my usual back room. I walked out to take a closer look, and the dream faded almost instantly.

I woke up, and went to write in my DJ. I took it out into the family room, it was day time. I open it up and put it down on a table. It was one of my old ones, with all sorts of ruled margins and drawings of strange monsters in it. The handwriting was really fancy. "Wow I wrote so much neater when I was younger." I struggled to find a spot to start writing my dreams, and kept flipping pages - until I woke up. Should have RC'd as I woke, to avoid the false awakening.

Throughout this dream I was in a very different state of mind - my consciousness and thoughts felt as though they were those of myself, but from 4-5 years ago, when I was first into LDing. This matches the dream journal that I recognised as my old one, though it was a false memory. I had another couple of dreams after this where I felt the same way, but they have since shifted back to normal