I was in a house that ive never been to before it the house must be in the north pole of something because there is snow as far as I can see the next thing I remember is doing a RC then saying behind this door is something I don’t remember what I said but behind the door was a room like a cave on the left was a 3 steps going up to a bed right next to that was a cabinet in the middle was a hallway that turned to the right I went and sat on the bed and opened the cabinet and inside was 8 small books they had a wavy edge then I remember ive been here in this room before so I get up and go down the hall and a mace and a shield fall from the ceiling the mace was just a ball with a scope thing on it they were both gold I pick them up I had a hard time holding the shield and the mace was heavy then a large guy in a gold sute of armor he has a gold axe with 4 blades he swung at me I blocked it then I swung he blocked then I spun around and hit him in the head he fell I droped the weapons and went down the hall I came into a room with wooden walls and floor with a clutters table along the right wall a kid from school was there and I found 3 square pakets of some herb and we rolled it up I don’t remember rolling it but it just appered in my hand lit when we finshed I went down a hach in the floor and I came out in a very bright park with 3 people standing together one of them fell on me then I woke up
1-5-12 [probably D3] Like the title implies, I’ve been waiting. Not so patiently. And......... LUCIDITY!!! [I think.] Okay, so I was having a dream (duh) where I was talking to my friend A while on some sort of field trip or museum tour of some sort. Without any prompt at all, I became lucid and promptly began doing what any sane veteran of lucidity lore and study would do in my situation. I started royally freaking out. Really, I was getting all sorts of excited. I even grabbed A by the shoulders and said “Hey! I’m dreaming! I know I’m dreaming!” And... shortly after that, the dream ended. I didn’t even wake up from all that freaking out, I just... stopped dreaming. Stupid happiness overload. The weird thing is that my recall of the whole thing is no more vivid than my average (recalled) dream. That might be due to my late (or technically early) bedtime last night (again, technically morning) cutting down on my sleep and clarity relatively, but... Eh. Who knows. Anyways. I am now officially a lucidity virgin no more.
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