Mystycal

I really hope this has broken my dryspell for good. I woke up a couple of times in the night and experienced the lucid in my eighth hour of sleep, which I guess shows that I should be able to have lucids on school days too.

11/1/2013

Fragment of 1st Dream: My house in Poland seems to be a big dreamsign. I'll make sure to utilise that in a mantra or something.
Sitting on my sofa in said house, I observe one of my cats, the older brown/black stripy one, playing with this random guy in my living room. He's tall and well-built, but his body is constantly changing texture and looks so at one moment he's a massive cat, at another a guy. My cat jumps up and slaps him in the face playfully, then runs away down the corridor, and the guy laughingly chases after it. The next bit I remember is looking at some kind of card with information about him - turns out he's mentally disabled somehow, has got some syndrome I cannot now recall.

Fragment of 2nd Dream: I am on some train station, presumably Dartford where I always take the train from to go home, but it looks nothing like that station, it looks more like Charing Cross or something similar. A train rolls in but is too fast and stops right at the end of the platform; I have to hurry to get in before the doors close, and make a little jump at the end because the last door has stopped already beyond the platform. The carriage has two floors, is dark and has a rather strange layout. There is only one noticeable passenger on the first floor, and I take a seat. The train begins to move and my recall ends.
3rd Fragment of 3rd Dream: I am looking down the ranks of an 18th century army. This probably stems from my playing Empire: Total War quite a lot. They are up on a little hill, and the weather is very grey, a darkish overcast. The sea of rifles twitch here and there, before the whole line leveling their guns and shooting a multitude of times. A lot of smoke clouds the area, and a lot of enemies, who are charging up the landmass, fall in agony. Dream recall ends here.

Lucid Dream:
Now onto the good stuff I am in my house, in Poland yet again, and there seem to be two severed man anatomy parts that belong to my friend that for some reason I have the responsibility to carry and deposit in the waste bin. I pick them up, walk into my living room and immediately realise that I'm dreaming, so I put the things I'm carrying on a windowsill and quickly look at my hands. They look normal, but that doesn't shake my beliefs in the questionable reality of the dreamworld. I rub them together for stabilisation and concentrate on the sensations I get from it, as well as becoming aware of my surroundings like I would IRL practising ADA. The dream instantly gains in clarity and I get quite excited, since this dream broke my dryspell that I thought to be virtually unbreakable for a short period of time. I walk out of my house, or rather run out, paying close attention to the vivid details around me, and feeling the grass beneath my feet, etcetera - it was a beautiful summer's day, a couple white clouds in the sky. I walk up to the fence of my house; now at this point I always jump over it using my super jumping ability for faster travel, but I noticed that the fence was higher than usual. I try to jump, but, just as I expected, failed. I don't have any volition to battle my subconscious, so I walk around to the gate.
My dad's there, and he takes out the key to the gate to open it for me. Before he does so, however, I pull the gate willing it to open, and it does. My dad's surprised, but he says that the heat must have expanded the metal somehow, possibly causing the mechanism to break which enabled me to open the gate. I don't even look at him, just walk out onto the street. I remember this street from so many of my lucid dreams before, as the vast majority seem to take place here. I look to the left, where the road continues for about a hundred metres and then goes into a wheat field. More close is a turning, which leads past some houses into a forested area. That direction is unpopulated however, which I feel wouldn't make for an interesting dream, so I turn around and look down the other end of the street - to my surprise, the street ends very promptly, as it goes up to a house about ten metres away. The house is made out of dark wood, and it has a lot of trees in its garden, providing nice shade along the area. Immediately to the left of me and opposite my house there is another field, littered with daisies and bees and wasps buzzing around. A path goes through this field into the garden of the house, so I start walking through it but decide to turn back because of the wasps, which I have a bit of a phobia of, especially in dreams. Back at the road, however, I notice there is another path I can take which is much closer to the house and only infringes a little bit on the field, so I use it.
I walk around the wooden fence of the house and end up in its garden, where a DC of a woman is cutting some planks on a table. A girl who came in from the field goes to help her by the woman's request, and impales her finger on some of the nails sticking out of the wood, but there's no blood to be seen. I walk past them, saying to my dream, "An ambulance is needed here!" there is a glass door that allows me to go through to the second half of the garden, and push it open just as an ambulance pulls up in front of the house. I laugh to myself at my own power over my dream. I then turn left and notice a door to the inside of the house. Deciding to try dream control which I had never succeeded in before, I wanted my room from my house to be behind the door and swung it open. Sure enough, my room was there, but I didn't have a firm idea of what it looked like in my head before opening the door, so it was just a generic bedroom with a small table and a lamp in the middle.
I tried again, closing the door and this time visualising specifically my room. Again I pulled the door open to reveal exactly what I had hoped: an exact replica of my room, a wormhole into my house so to speak. I rested against the doorframe for a couple of seconds, looking simultaneously into my room and outside of the house I was next to. It was amazing, manipulating reality like that. Then, I came out of my bedroom and closed the door once more, and when I opened it this time, willing a banana to materialise inside, I saw, sure enough, the small table in the middle bearing a bowl with one banana in it. A male DC also materialised, facing away from me, eating another banana. I laughed at my subconscious' caprice to include him, since I didn't ask for him. But I thought I'd give him a nice surprise before I went my way, and closed the door, willed a brothel into existence and opened it again. The room was roughly the same size, but now there was a long central table either side of which two rows of asian-looking prostitutes, sure enough, sat, giggling and talking amongst themselves. The guy stood there dumbfounded, but with a smile taking over his face. I personally decided to get involved a little bit.
A lot of things ensued which I am reluctant to post on a public forum.
My family came in partway through but I was still lucid, so didn't really mind. Then the world turned to mist and I could feel there was no way to stop myself from waking up. Then, well, I woke up.