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After months of keeping a diary and dream journal by my bed.

I had just woken up and I was in the bathroom at the basin washing my face when I noticed, in the mirror, that my reflection wasn't following what I was doing. I did a reality check and bam, lucid. And I knew exactly what to do..

I ran outside to the backyard and I began flying as high as I could go

After a good 10 minutes I thought I'd better try and achieve something before I lost lucidity. But all I could remember was the one about asking a DC if they liked that movie Inception.
I found this guy from work named Marcus who's always very intelligent and has educated opinions.
I asked him, "What did you think of that movie Inception?"
his respone was, "Ha! Oh well.. I guess some parts of it were good. I mean dreams, as a movie theme, has been done before and it was cool that they made a thriller out of it. But entering straight into dreams lucid? What a crock!"

Alright, here's an insight into my silly-twatdom:

I had a lucid dream last night. Not that I can remember much of it because I was such a silly twat that I fell back to sleep after it.
Something about weird looking characters chasing me around my backyard, I don't even know how I became lucid - which seems to be a problem as of late; I keep becoming lucid without doing reality checks and because of this, I have shit-all dream control - anyway, I became lucid and approached these characters tell them that this was my dream and I didn't want them there. They looked upset and turned and left. I knew I had terrible dream control, not enough cajones to change the dream so I just ended it by yelling very loudly and slowly "WAKE UP". As I woke up, "..KE UP" had just finished coming out of my mouth.

Trippy

I had another dream after falling back to sleep.
I was at the end of a street I had never been before, with some American dude telling me how good his local pub was. I stood up and I had my quilt over me, as if I was getting up out of bed (the strangeness didn't register to me unfortunately, so this wasn't a lucid dream) and I had to fold it backwards as I walked along with him. We walked past all these really nice houses to the pub at the end of the road. My family were already inside enjoying some lunch. It occurred to me that we were in America somewhere, probably Texas (that's what I get for watching True Blood before going to bed) so I walked up to the register to order some lunch to find that my subconscious had failed miserably at producing a believable American accent. It sounded so weird. English, but weird. I remember ordering some ribs and a coke and I put my hand in my pocket to fetch some $$$ to find that I had about AU$1.90 and I thought "Fuck. Imagine the look on the barmaid's face if I paid for my lunch with 12-sided alien coins." So I found my parents and spent about 30 mins trying to count out about $25 and getting confused because a) my brain just didn't seem to be working and b) all the notes were green.

/dream

..hmm breakfast is ready...