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Here is a list of what I have done or want to do in a lucid dream....just for giggles
[X]=completed

[x] Fly
[x] Have a fight with someone
[x] Have a fight with multpile people
[x] Telekenisis
[x] Morph already exisiting objects
[x] Manifest objects out of thin air
[x] Play an instrument I don't know how to play in real life
[x] Have sex
[x] Control the weather (i.e. tornados, tsunamis, and the like)
[x] Control air
[x] Control water
[x] Control fire
[x] Control earth
[x] Fight a monster or mythical creature
[x] Teleport
[x] Die
[x] Get shot
[x] Get stabed
[x] Kill someone
[x] super strength
[X] Walk through walls
[x] Share a dream
[ ] Perform a sucessful WILD
[ ] Astral Project
[ ] Create a world from a "blank slate"
[ ] Meet my dream guide
[ ] Make someone else realize they are dreaming
[ ] Access lost memories
[ ] Go through our galaxy

Okay so this happened awhile ago actually, and basically this is just a copied and pasted version of what I wrote on the site where I posted it on, so here you go!

Well last night when I went to bed, around like 11:30 PM I think since I wasn't feeling good and stuff, I had three dreams in one night, like I woke up after each dream, but anyway. The first dream I had, I was in my bedroom, and I believe there were blinds on the window, not quite sure, but I saw a figure near the corner of my window, but it came into full view and it was Slenderman, and he just stood there, but then waved. [So out of character right? xD. anyway] I decided to go outside, but it was as if I was in some other place, not outside my house, and that's where my dream ends, well.. if it didn't and I just can't remember sorry D:

The next dream was nearly the same, like he was standing outside my window again and such and the scene changed. And me and him were in a house and he was killing a random family, and as if I couldn't control myself I killed them to, like sliced them up with a kitchen knife I had in my hand. And then we left, that's where THAT dream ended.

The third dream was I was in a forest, on one of those motorbike or like big rv thingys?.. that you usually hear people fallin off of. So I was driving and he jumped on the back. well.. appeared. I drove through the forest and dodged wolfs that were headed at us and that's all that happened.

I woke up in early morning around 3 and was to scared to look out my window because it felt so real in a way you know? I went to my dad and laid in the chair, curled up in my blanket till like 7 Am. But I did fall asleep till 7, but the next dream wasn't about Slendy.

I'm not sure whether to believe he is real or not, because people claim he is, and others don't.

Last night was the first time I have Lucid dreamed in a VERY long time. With work, school and life I haven't had the luxury to sleep in and that is the only way I can LD...

It started out with random dreams and slowly evolved into a solid dream. I am standing in a clearing, beautiful green grass with hills in the distance and surrounded by what looked like a moat. The moat had fog above it and it was cold. In the middle of the clearing was a large house that looked more like a cottage. There was a dad, mom,older brother and younger sister I somehow knew they were not my family but they thought I was a part of theirs so I went along with it. During my time with them it felt like I had spent an eternity with them we played outside enjoyed some evenings in the warmth of the inside of the cottage and by the end I really believed that is where I belonged until....

All of a sudden I knew I just knew that this was a dream and just like every other LD I get that excited feeling in the pit of my stomach. I realized if this is a dream I can do ANYTHING and I looked out the window. I figured I want to fly above the moat and beyond, so as I am standing before my family I say "I am going to go fly above the water". They all looked at me really weird, I figured what would they care this isn't real, if anything these people have no real personality its just me speaking for them.

The dad just laughed and turns to me saying "That is silly, you can not fly are you sure you are okay". I explained that yes it was because this was just a dream none if it was real. STILL these people did not believe me they looked at me like if I were crazy. Frustrated I grabbed the brother by the shoulders and looked into his eyes I said "Right now I am sleeping in my bed at home this is NOT real you people are not real none if it is! In this place I can do anything how come you don't believe me!". The mom responds with "What if you are not the real one? How do you really know that we are not real?". Than it hit me "Like an alternate dimension?" They all nodded...I asked them how that were possible I mean I knew it was real but never did I think it were possible in my own home by being asleep. The father says "It is very much possible when you are asleep your consciousnesses is free therefore if you are capable you can travel to alternate dimensions and parallel universes it is what space and time is made of. The dream world is not random or non-existent it is very much real and yes anything is possible all of this is real. So in this world you are not real we are"

Afterward I remember feeling overwhelmed and running outside where he moat was I was able to fly over it but this entire conversation kept haunting me. Like I said I have not LD in a while but this was very different this time the people had personalities they spoke about things that I was not even thinking of it felt different more concrete...who really knows all I know is I can not stop thinking about it.

Disembodied, I'm standing on the second floor, looking over a railing down at the main hall of this three-floor antebellum mansion filled with women waltzing to Que Sera, Sera. There's men here too, but they might as well be props, they're not what I'm here to see. A fire breaks out with no apparent cause, and I recognize what moment in time this must be; the fire here is a reflection of what's happening in reality in the place where they're sleeping. One of the women is caught in the fire and starts screaming. And then the fire's gone, and she's fine, and they go back to dancing. Though they're not aware of it, the end of the fire signified the end of their connection with reality; their sleeping bodies have died, and they won't be able to leave this dream world.

Same as you, I didn't know about lucid dreams until (today) I searched on Google:"I control my dreams." From there I learned it was hard to accomplish this, while for me, it's naturally and never knew I had been doing this more than three times a week if not, every day. Then I stumbled upon all these posts and learned the thing about layers. I don't know what layer I've found myself in, I know I'm dreaming, I can say what I want, I can think what I want to think, I can go where I want to, do what I want to. In my lucid dreams I have flown at least 2 different times and still remember the feeling and the amazing experience. Sometimes I open my eyes without falling into another layer and go back to my dream like nothing happened. The thing is—they're a always good dreams, nightmares are so rare but in those cases I can wake up when I feel it's getting too much. When I wake up from those nightmares, my breathing is quick and my heart is beating rapidly. I'm young, no older than 16. I read a lot about moving from layer 4-5 to layer 3, but then realizing it's just another dream, while you thought you had already woken up.But I have control of going from my all-control to being awake and aware. What layer would you consider I've been? I searched them up, but it's a little hard to understand, and since all of you have experienced lucid dreaming I decided to share my experience.

A place based on the Heian era, a woman's emerging from behind a curtain that partitions off an inner room and moving between two wooden tables where a couple other women, her friends, are eating and talking. She's dusting the tables as she talks with them. I'm standing off to one side and watching her, feeling fond but bemused. I've just noticed the wrinkles she's developed, and I wonder how long it's been since we first met. When she gets to the end of the table, I stop her and ask why she's dusting - she knows this place is an illusion I'm creating for her, she doesn't need to clean it. She says she's probably being silly, laughing, and she hands me the thing she was using to dust. I'm feeling vaguely sad about this.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm walking across the moors, heading towards a building I think of as haunted - then I mentally correct myself, it's not haunted, it's a dream of a haunted place. This distinction matters to me; something deliberately created to present a certain experience.

I'm in a hospital, speaking to a doctor. There was some information I'd wanted to get from him, but he's assumed I'm here about something else, a person who's been checked into the hospital with a specific condition. I hide my surprise and go with his assumption, only expressing my surprise that he'd known about this patient, since the ward they're in isn't his responsibility - has he kept an eye out for this condition since the last time we met? I'm privately thinking that if that person's developed that condition, then this both simplifies my job and complicates it; I no longer need the information I'd come here for originally.

I'm discussing this development with three other people in an empty hospital room - a man with a shaved head, a teenage girl, and a person whose gender I'm not completely sure of but I'm going to go with 'she'. Black hair, ragged like she cut it herself, short in the back and long in the front; pale with bad skin; and a grey hoodie zipped up, making her look heavier than she is.

Talking about that patient's condition, the guy with the shaved head had just been saying something about how dreamers have it rough. Talks about how badly things can go wrong just from being interrupted at the wrong moment; talks about people traveling through a dream being dumped back into reality wherever they happen to be at the moment, and hoping you're lucky enough not to be overlapping some physical object at the time; and that's just the passengers, the dreamers themselves get it worse.

The person in the hoodie shrugs this off, says at least if you can heal people, no one cares what nastiness you've got going on; they're content to leave you be in your swamp.

The guy with the shaved head is disgusted by this, says yeah, you enjoy making yourself the worst person you can be.

She says to him that she learned in prison, "There's no such thing as letting go of vanity, Wade."

There's a woman who is retrieving a certain object for me, while I watch in third person. The object is in a cave, in the possession of this large, strange creature who she's speaking to now - she's got two or three people with her. He's willing to make a deal. But after discussing terms for a while, the woman ultimately refuses; she isn't willing to agree to his terms. He accepts this, clearly believing she'll be back eventually - she has no other choice, she needs that object.

She and the others start to leave, but one of the others evidently has their own plan - another woman starts playing a strange kind of music that puts the creature into a kind of trance. She encourages the leader of their group to simply take the object. The leader is conflicted, so the woman with the music does it herself. The creature's trance is deep enough to allow her to get close to the object, but it snaps out of it once it recognizes that they're stealing from it. They run.

The cave is in the center of a sort of maze of tunnels, but although it looks confusing, the tunnels are all interconnected; as long as they keep running in the same general direction, it doesn't matter which tunnel they choose, they'll get out eventually.

They come out of the tunnels into a place that I think of as a certain type of dream, a sort of desert-like place, barren brown rock, with various dreamers here and there like landmarks. In one dream, there's a family in a yard where grapevines are growing; two heavyset old men who are brothers, and two grandchildren playing a little distance away. One brother leans in to say something to the other in a language I don't recognize, and the eyes of the one listening turn all black, which I recognize as an outward sign of the usual effect of staying in this particular type of dream too long. He's the dreamer here, these others are illusions. They see the group passing near the edges of the dream and just watch them.

The group comes across a dreamer they know, a man who the leader of this group is in love with. The others hang back on a ledge overlooking his dream, but she approaches him. He's sitting in front of the ruins of a small house - it's meant to be their house, his and hers, though they've never actually lived together outside of this dream. There's dead bodies lying around outside, things he killed, but too late to save this place from them. When he sees her there, he says, "I tried," with a sort of smile, as if this was inevitable and the only surprising thing was that he tried to save this place at all.

Then he sees the object she's stolen, and there's a shift - he stops paying attention to the storyline of the dream he's in. He asks her why she went to all the trouble of finding that thing, when there's no guarantee that the man she got it for will be grateful for it. There's an association here with trying to help a scorpion - the story of the scorpion and the frog, doing what's in your nature rather than what's in your best interest. She agrees with him, there's no guarantee that this will have the result she wants, but she wants to help the 'scorpion' anyway. She makes a joke about having a weakness for older men - lifetimes older, in this case. Her man doesn't find this funny.

Okay, I'm new to this so I really don't know what to do tbh.
I can see that people can read and respond to this so i'll just try this.
I had this dream and this is what happened in it:
I was in my house and was sitting on my couch talking to my friend(on facetime ect). She announced the word ' Reality Check ' then I looked at my hands and they were fine, i inhaled through my nose while covering it, I could breathe through it. I didn't become lucid? My dream self got really excited but then calmed down. I walked over to my computer desk and spawned a McDonald's (2 burgers and an ice cream to be exact). I then spawned a door and tried to spawn a DC, I managed to BUTTT I said the emotion wrong and they acted weird then disappeared. I then went up to my room and told myself to wake up which didn't work. I woke up eventually.
I'm really confused because if I were to actually Lucid Dream, I wouldn't of spawned a McDonald's. Instead I would of talked to Dream Characters or tried to fly.
(BTW It wasn't vivid and the dream was in third person or GTA style POV)
Lucid Dream or Dream about Lucid Dreaming?

Based on DA. There's this kid whose father had been an apostate and a friend of mine; I've been his guardian since his parents died, but I'm not around much. There's this old dwarf woman who's been acting as his tutor, and she's been telling me that the kid's started to show signs of inheriting his father's magic. Strange dreams, mostly. She's worried he'll attract a demon, get himself hurt - she wants to send him to the Circle to be trained. I completely refuse. His father worked hard to stay free of the Circle, I can't do that to his son. There must be someone else who can train him. In the meantime, we say nothing to the kid about any of this.

But we don't find anyone else, and eventually the old woman informs me that she's written to the Circle about him. They'll be sending templars to pick the kid up.

So I take the kid and we leave town. I don't explain why, and he thinks it's just a short trip. As we're walking on a path through the woods, he's telling me about a fennec he'd found out back, and how he's been trying to befriend it. But as he talks, his voice changes, goes deeper, and he starts saying strange things; I stop and turn around to look at him, and find the features of his face are shifting slightly, starting to resemble a sloth demon. That fades away, his face and voice returns to normal, but he's frightened - and he recognizes that was the beginning of possession.

He'd watched a friend of his become possessed once; he says he'd rather be killed than go through that. He runs off into the woods. I follow, but I don't find him.

Me, my sister Jenny, and my brother Justin and brother Peter were getting ready to go to school (none of us are in school anymore, Peter is working on his masters degree). Jenny was angry and I was trying to put on a pair of pink shoes but they didn't fit me (in real life that pair fits perfectly, in the dream they were too small). Justin said he needed Peter and I said I ned you too but what is your name, because I thought that Peter had a twin named Peter, so I asked him his name and asked is your name Peter too, is your middle name Harrison (it is in real life). There was a baby who had a red cut under his eyelids. I touched the cut to comfort the baby and then the baby turned into ash. The ash was black, not dark gray like ash usually is. I believe the baby turning into ash was a part of me dying. Later in the dream the baby was back but older and looked different, and didn't have the cut, so that was a part of me being reborn different. We all but Peter and the baby walked out the door to go to a high school and Peter stayed home (he's studying to become a teacher), and I called him "teacher-man" and said "It's teacher-man's turn to teach the baby" Peter didn't respond. Our mom wasn't there, but earlier in the dream my mom was there. I smelled garlic and wanted to eat breakfast. Jenny was angry and I was thinking about God. I was helping Jenny in some way in the beginning of the dream, I was eating bread and trying to show Jenny something.

After writing this dream down, I fell back asleep and had a dream about dying and going to heaven. I was in a cathedral with a bunch of elderly folks and we were all about to die and wake up with a new body in heaven. Jesus was talking to me and healing me of the demonic voices that I heal. I was meditating laying in a bed, there was spiritual knowledge that I now forget in the dream (this is a recurring theme, having powerful, scary mystical dreams, in one my spirit was floating in white and then I fell into a new body on the grass/on my bed, and then later I was in a powerful eagle for two minutes and could see the eagle. Earlier in that dream I had a false wake up outside it was raining and I was crying, the rain was masking my tears. I was in an unfamiliar place but had the feeling that I knew where I was and started to walk home. God and the devil was in the dream.). I thought I would go to the Cathedral of Learning in Pittsburgh after I died. (In real life I already died and now I will never die. My friend Ashley Shear also died and stayed on earth and told me, "If you think you died, you probably did" (this was in real life not a dream. God wanted her to tell me that, it was a part of His plan for me.). I had a lot of insight that is now lost and I was feeling at peace with myself and God and knew that the elderly people who were with me would start to grow younger soon.

After having to kill an animal and making sure to make it as painless as possible - essentially reaching into its mind and turning it off - I've wound up in an argument, arguing against the raising and slaughtering of pigs for meat. (Dream me and waking me have very different opinions on this.) I find it incomprehensible, especially contrasted to the concept of pets - including pigs kept as pets. I talk about the distribution of souls, how bizarre it seems that this one will be raised to be pampered and the next one raised to be meat, with no obvious difference between them except how they're treated.

I'm speaking with a woman from some religious order, talking about an orphan boy; with me is a man I'm close with who runs a clinic, which is where I met the boy. I've asked her to guide the kid to some local official or guard or something along those lines, to get him placed in a (word that means both orphanage and workhouse - I'm thinking of it as a place where he'll be cared for, the best place for him). She's telling me she can hardly be expected to keep an eye on some street kid who wants to run, especially when there's so many orphaned refugee kids coming into the city - many of whom would jump on this chance that he's trying to get away from. If he wants to disappear among them, he will. Even if she and the official keep him in line until he gets to the orphanage/workhouse, he doesn't want to be there; he'll just run off and disappear again. The observer side of me thinks she's right, I can't force the kid to stick around someplace he doesn't want to be just because I think I know what's best for him, this is pointless; but the character side of me is thinking, so much for the supposed compassion and charity of her order.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm watching a man sleep and trying to work out a way around a problem, thinking of ballads like Thomas the Rhymer and Tam Lin, thinking of warnings about people who stumble into something they shouldn't and wind up obsessed. I'm trying to avoid that in this case. This is a man who's abandoned some responsibility - nothing to do with me, this was before I met him, but I need him to take that responsibility up again. I'm trying to think up a dream I can give him to push him in that direction, but I'm concerned that if I interfere too directly, I'll just end up leading him further away from the path I want him to take.

I've been traveling through a dream, but now I've wrapped up my business here. I'd intended to leave the same way I entered, but I happen across a border area, an entrance to a place called Fa'Sun, which translates as the Shifting Dreams. Out of curiosity, I decide to check out that entrance. I'm familiar with Fa'Sun in general, but it's a very, very large place; it's like sticking up an entrance sign that just says "Earth," who knows where on Earth you'll end up.

It leads me onto a rocky path through a canyon, various rock columns and outcroppings around, a dark sky without stars overhead; a transitional space. A short distance away there's a group of small goblin-like creatures; they usually attack people in dreams but they don't pay any attention to me, and I didn't expect them to. But one of them is off to my right, sitting on a rock ledge and crying. This is very strange, I didn't think they were capable of crying - they shouldn't have the mental capacity for it. I speak with it, and it tells me it's not a (word for the goblin-like things) at all; it's been stuck in this form by the one who runs this region of Fa'Sun. The idea of being stuck in a single form here is horrifying to me.

I see a memory of the first time I came to Fa'Sun as a child. My sister and I were playing around with the portals in our mother's study while she was out. We didn't go far from the portal entrance, and I see the two of us hiding and watching while our mother comes through looking for us. Like the rest of us, she's dressed in clothes from the early 1900s; she's got a dark blue cape on, and her hair is this frazzled wiry black cloud sticking out in all directions. She looks about as close to frightened as I think of her as capable of.

A woman and I have been tracking some thieves who stole the animals that her people raise - creatures like elephants but smaller, and with a sort of moss-like fur that grows on their backs and the top of their heads. Now the trail I've been leading her through ends at a beach. We're too late. Their ship is gone. But I'm able to pick up a mental impression of it and relay it to her - the tigers that they stole are in cages, but those other creatures have already been killed. The thieves only wanted their pelts. She sits down in the sand and starts to cry.

As we make our way back the way we came, over a mountain path, I'm attacked by some creature - it happens fairly often in this region and I take care of it easily, hitting it over the head with my staff and expecting it to run off again. She'd been hanging back before, but when she sees this she comes rushing over, though I don't think of that as necessary; she starts beating the creature, far beyond what's necessary. I stand back and watch.

I'm a demon - the long sharp teeth and writhing cloud of darkness make it hard to miss - but as we make our way down the other side of the mountain, I'm watching her and thinking that the people who tell stories about today will take one look at her and assume that two demons came down from this mountain.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm traveling through a dream with her, but at the moment we've come across an image of myself in the distant past, before I became a demon. I'd been speaking to a man dressed in armor standing in front of a sacred building, and that past version of me is saying something to the effect of, yes, I'd very much like to learn more about our people. It had been a rare opportunity - it was rare enough to meet another of my kind at all, but this was far beyond that, I'd jumped at the chance. I watch that past version of me follow the man in armor into the building.

This isn't what I brought her here to show her, it's just one of my memories intruding on the dream. I intend to continue down the road we're on, to take her to our actual goal here - but she wants to see more of this memory. So that's what we do. We follow that past version of me into the building.

Inside we're in a stone corridor; there's no sign of that past version of me or the man in armor. While the outside of the building had looked the way it had when it was new, the inside is a ruin from much later in my memories. But there's a few objects out of place, things that had been looted by the time it got to this point. I kneel down before one of them, a mirror made of bronze. I say to her, "It's a gate-"

There's a teenage girl who's come to me to learn her futures. I've spread them out like cards on the table, and as I hold my hand over one depicting a man she could be married to, she says she wouldn't mind that one so much, that wouldn't be so bad. I have the impression that she doesn't feel she has a choice in any of this - she might want to know what the options are, and she might have her own preferences, but someone else will be making the decision, not her.

With that in mind, I move to one of the futures on the outside edge, the more unlikely options. It's labeled Dreamer. I see her lying on a couch with an arm thrown over her head, looking at the ceiling, wasting away. Her clothes are glowing green like an absinthe advertisement. Since I think of her as wasting away here, I conclude that this is a future she wouldn't want and start to move my hand away, but that vision version of her stops me. She sings, "I listened to my dreams." This is important to her. It's not something she regrets. "They taught me how to feel." Behind her there's a glass window opening onto a balcony, from which I can see a river and the stars. There's a whale swimming through the clouds, adding to the fantastical nature of her possible future.