Journals From The Void

So, I've not been on DV recently, as I was going through some important family stuff. However, I'm back with a story about my first full, and intentional lucid experience. It felt about 3 hours long, but, as I didn't have my DJ nor Internet, and it happened 3 days ago, I'm only able to remember some bits.

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I don't remember the first portion of it, but I spontaneously plug my nose to do a reality check. I can breathe. What a strange feeling, breathing through a plugged nose. I realize I'm dreaming and attain mild lucidity. First and foremost, I try to fly, naturally. I fall flat on my face. I'm standing up again, and remember reading somewhere that a good way to fly in a dream was to hop, expecting your jumps to get higher and higher as you go. I try it, but my jumping size doesn't increase.

'No matter,' I think to myself. I decide to explore. I don't remember anything else up until seeing the glass building a while later. I imagine that it's a dungeon and rush inside, and I am greeted with none other than the pits of hell. There's a save point, and I recognize that I'm dreaming again, 'catching' my falling lucidity by doing the same reality check, and admiring the hell-room.

The dream restarts, and I do the exact same things, except without lucidity. It restarts again, and I am lucid once again. I head down to the same place, except wanting to go past it this time. However, to my surprise, a rich guy is standing on some boxes with a megaphone, advertising the dungeon. I was angered, and woke up.

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So yeah, that was fun. I'm glad I didn't wake up instantly, though I wish I had taken more time to check out the surroundings. It was also interesting that it restarted not once, but twice.

I'm starting to finally feel the effects of the work I've put in towards lucid dreaming; I'm starting to remember my dreams more often, and I can say with certainty that I'm well on my way to a lucid. Anyway, on to the dream.
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I don't know what the entry point of the dream was, or if it just started out with this. I was looking for a shiny minior, my favorite Pokemon, and I was running from fights, when a minior appeared. I was about to run from it, when I noticed the shiny animation. I got rather excited, and took a good, long look at it. It was just like a normal minior, but its spikes were brown, which was unusual. Upon looking at them, they turned back to the normal white. The minior's shell had unusual cracks too, barely revealing the Pokemon inside. I switch to the pokeballs. I amuse myself with the thought of using the masterball on it, but decided against it. I forget what ball I used, but I caught it. The dream switches to me, as I open my phone to brag at my kik group chat. I wake up to my alarm, and have a failed WBTB.
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Strangely enough, for the first time that I can remember in a dream, I acted exactly how I would if this had happened whilst I was awake.

This dream started with me going up to an old house. On the porch, there are a "Strange Old Dream Lady" and a "Strange Old Dream Man" (despite thinking these exact labels for them, I was not actually aware that I was dreaming.). The scene shifts to an online news article, describing a "Weird Old Dream Man and Woman" who would apparently give candy to random people who walked by. I was in their house for some reason now, and they offered me sweets. I wake up.

Missed opportunities suck.