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i was in a lucid dream where when my dream hand became lucid i was holding a weed bag and playing video games the first game was venom on soul caliber in a arcade with good friends then im in apartment where bags of weed are just floating and then i grab a game controller i really don't know how the game plays or because im in a lucid dream i see a asian man that bend over to the curb by the street then offers me water i take the water then i teleport in a club where people where flying and having sex and the bodies were out of there bodies i try to manipulate the dream reflection by meditating in my dream then i see a person at a table with sword and bong i struggle to stay up i lose lucidity then im in this game alien world where the atmosphere of the dream world played like a virtual reality in reality i fall out a upper vent then some wires were hanging then im with a blue chaos sword fighting some snow enemies the enemies of snow get slain then the dream ends im at a hotel door where a girl open the door and that was the end of the dream

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

I am in the middle of narrow old streets, like in Lisbon. I become lucid and decide to climb to a rooftop and see what's up there. I feel a bit of vertigo but tell myself that it's a dream and I can do anything and won't die, so why fear? I see distant rooftops lined up and decide to jump from one to the next and at the end try a bigger jump to a mountain top that is peeking in the back.
But when I land on the 3rd or 4th building, I go through the roof and end up at some storage room in a cellar. I can't see a door so I climb a wall full of shelves to swing from a rope hanging in the ceiling, so I go against the wall to break it. I end up in a back storage full of fruits, veggies and cake deliciousness. I gobble up a bunch of yummy stuff and then taste some exotic fruits. It becomes a sensuous experience, so I end up rubbing a papaya in my body and the sensation of the fleshy pulp in my nether regions makes me orgasm. Then I wake up.
I fall asleep again and go back to same cellar. This time I meet a familiar face but can't really point out whom. He complains about all the destruction I caused and I argue we're dreaming so it doesn't matter. But this person is not convinced and complains he will have to do all the work once I leave. I wonder out loud if dream characters go on living in their universes after we exit the dream and then I feel compassion for him if he really has to go through cleaning my mess. He asks me to follow him and he crosses a wall like a dreamer would. I am surprised by don't want to follow him. Instead I cross it to the street and meet two other characters outside, but when try to engage with them I wake up again.

I am always dreaming, even in the waking time I am dreaming, daydreaming, dreaming at nights and dreaming in dreams. My mind is too far away from being lucid for most of the time, I have to do something about it.

I remember that the best recall and few lucid dreams were products of my sleeping on my back (usually I sleep on side), so I will try to make a habit of sleeping on back, last night I did it, my sleep monitoring app even said that as it didn't notice ANY movements it can't analyze my sleep!

Starting from today, I will try to go to bed before 21:00, wake up after 4.5 hours of sleep, analyze the dreams or read this forum for 20 minutes and try WILD. I hope it will help...

Summary for to-do:

Sleep on the back
Stay for 20 minutes awake after 4.5 hours of sleep and try WILD
Record everything

A lot of what I see people complaining about on this forum is the fact that their lucid dreams don't last longer than 6-8 seconds, or that they find that they instantly wake up after becoming lucid. This is the brain's natural reaction to the dreamer waking up- as lucid dreaming is the product of your conscious mind is waking up.

As a child, I had no idea what lucid dreaming was, but I found that in moments of extreme discomfort or panic within a dream- such as when I was having a nightmare or such- I was able to wake myself up by turning to face the monster and shouting "I don't want to have this dream anymore!" This was the "Nightmare escape button, if you will.

The act of realising that you are within a dream is often what causes you to wake up- as the main function of a dream is to keep the brain and body in a hibernated state so that it can heal itself etc. In other words, The sole purpose of a dream is to keep the dreamer from waking up.

Even when, within the dream, I make some idle comment such as "I'm dreaming, aren't I?" or "Is this a dream?", I will often shake it off. Another time, I realised that

As an adult, I find that my nightmares rarely revolve around anything as obvious as monsters- so it is, in general, much harder to work out that I am dreaming. However, things that have been known to trigger this realisation are:

- The inability to read. While I have succeeded in reading towards the beginning and end of dreams- i.e., when I was about to wake up, or I was only just falling asleep- the rest of the time, the part of the brain that processes writing is fast asleep. In many cases, the inability to read has been what caused me to realise that I was dreaming.

- Strange clock faces Once in a dream, I looked at my clock and was shocked to realise that it was all blurry. i couldn't tell the time at all. This was what lead me to realise I was dreaming.

- The ability to fly This is a tricky one. While there are plenty of times in which I have happily accepted my new superpower as fact within the dream, there have been a few times in which I looked down at my crossed legs and realised it was an "unnatural" flying position, or looked down at my bent and misshapen legs and realised that I was dreaming. Other times, I have experienced the whooping sensation of falling in the pit of my stomach- a sensation I thoroughly hate- and have found that I ended up closing my eyes and willing myself to slow the fall. It is there, suspended in midair, that I realise I am dreaming. Then, suddenly, lucid dreaming allows me to fly as fast as I like, but without any of the unpleasant side effects that come from speeding.

OK so this is a dream from last night!!!

I have noticed that since i have joined this website and have been actively thinking more and more about my dreams, i have already had 2/3 more lucid dreams wherea's before that, the last one i had was well over 2 years ago.
Now in my last Lucid dream i can recall that i was ok in the knowing of becoming lucid....but as soon as i tried to control my dreram lucidly, i would awaken!?!!

So last night i found myself waking up Lucid in my dream, and after a little practice i started to be Able to controll not only what i was doing but also my surroundings as well. Now it worked in quite a strange way, you see as i remember i did manage to find a "DreamSign" which was looking at my own reflection. I found that every time i looked at my reflection (In literally any reflective surface) i was able to re-affirm the dream and in doing this it made the dream more stable. If the lucidity started to weaken and the dream started to fade i would have to keep strenghening it by looking at my own reflection again. The reflection i was seeing was me entirely, i looked very normal as in waking life but for some reason this was my way of knowing i was in a dream which at the moment i'm still not entirely sure as of why!! (This is something i will check the next time and see if my "DreamSign" changes at all.)


I can't really remember to much of the details of the dream as my voice recorder has broken and it is now 13:11 the next day, but i do remember being able to physically change my surroundings around me, and the people around me...for instance if i willed someone into my dream, there they were!!
I remember towards the beggining of the dream when i was still trying to teach myself how to stabilise it, the dream itself was very grainy but the more i kept on the clearer and clearer it became to the point where i might almost say that it was clearer and sharper than real life itself.

(I woke up easily 6/7 times during the night and found that by not moving after awakening i was able to go straight back into the same dream, lucidly each and every time.) That was something i remember reading helps in one of the lucid dreaming forums!

I was at my old job but it was all kinds of different. In real life I was in quality control I for a company that makes batteries for the US govt that goes into things like the space shuttle, rockets & other things I can't talk about. Anyway, one of my old male bosses had me helping to build a baseball field in the parking lot for a company picnic. Then we went inside where he has designed a new floor plan. There was the usual talk about why I was there because I didn't work there anymore which always signifies to me that I am now in the dream world & lucidity sets in. It's always bittersweet but I just start talking to people & enjoy being w/ my friends from work again at work. I'm loving shoving my skills in there very young early 20 somethings face. I always get a kick out doing this. These people just don't know jack shit, lol. There was an opening night when another of my supervisors are being talked down to because 2 of the elements aren't lining up right but it was because someone else didn't do their jobs. I was sad to be woke up by Meesha Cat because I was lucid. I did get to take out some frustrations out on some immature young adults who were acting childish.

My husband & I used to work at the same place & he's still there. It's also where I was injured & why I'm disabled. So I have this reoccurring setting often which usually occurs when I'm having a hard time dealing w/ our financial situation. Christmas & thanksgiving together w/ multiple family birthdays also to deal w/ will always trigger this kind of dream.

I am inside dreamviews program. It is like the whole program and everyone in it is trying to defragment me because I don't realise I am dreaming. It feels like brain and heart surgery. Every so often I will come out of the computer and meet my good friend Quiva IWL who is trying to show me in the way she is or how to be. She is encouraging me and then sends me back into the dreamviews program or website. It is clear the the program is not working on me that there is like a big block and I am not getting the main message people are trying to tell me. I meet Quiva again and she is completely happy and content but she says "it didnt work did it". I wake up feeling that something is going on even if i don't fully get it yet.

I had a whole adventure that I don't recall in some sort of dungeon and it ended in a strange dark warehouse, and that's when I woke up. I looked at my alarm clock, it was very early so I went back to sleep. Suddenly I find myself standing in the same spot in the same warehouse where my dream ended and I said "Am I dreaming? I'm dreaming!" and without thinking about it (as if by instinct) I turn around and look outside through the high windows, and I just jump up and fly straight through the roof.
I was flying across a landscape that wasn't particularly interesting, and I remembered what I wanted to ask.. I say "What is the next step for me to take in my life?" Suddenly, I shoot forward REALLY fast, like a bullet or something, and I thought "I'm being taken to the answer" But everything starting fading to black while I was still moving forward and I knew I was waking up, so I tried spinning around, but it was too late, I woke up.

Afternoon of August 4, 2015. Tuesday.



I will open this entry with a recent very vivid and somewhat disturbing dream (on some levels).

“Spaghetti Brain”

Morning of August 2, 2015. Sunday.

I am in my present home on W Street and I notice my youngest son sleeping on his left side on the floor. His head is encased in a glass aquarium filled with water. As I look more closely, I notice that the area where his hair would normally be is fleshy (though somewhat hollow) and that there are strands of (cooked) “living spaghetti” moving about in the water (somewhat worm-like) as if related to some sort of breathing function. At times, though, the “spaghetti” is much sparser and this seems cause for concern. I also see a small piece of macaroni at times (mostly above where his ears would otherwise be), which vaguely reminds me of some sort of tiny worm. He does not seem to be in distress though I still worry about whether or not this is normal. I seem more concerned when there is the least spaghetti “swimming” about and moving down and through some sort of organic structure near his neck. As vivid and surreal (and bizarre) this imagery is, I do not become lucid at any point. I continue to have deep concern about his well-being, but there does not seem to actually be anything wrong. I get the impression that there is not as much active “spaghetti” because he is in a deep sleep.

My above dream probably relates to seeing myself in the form of my son and puzzling about the nature of consciousness and still not becoming lucid in this case. It also correctly shows the nature of my consciousness in sleep (spaghetti becoming sparser in there being less critical thinking on hand).

“‘Eat me…eat me…’ and animated birds” (July 6, 1985) caught me in sleep paralysis which is normally pleasant, though this was not. A box of Kraft macaroni and cheese “dances” and rattles in the air near my head and screams “eat me eat me eat me” as I try to cover my head with my pillow. I have updated this entry with my interpretation, so am linking this particular one in this entry.

“Tornado Encounter” (November 24, 2014) has the tornado turning my old neighborhood in La Crosse into large strands of cooked spaghetti (rather than the expected debris of wood and glass and such). It also replaces the one block of Loomis Street with a bridge (not that elevated), the only time a dream has created this alteration of the setting. There is an additional concept that ties in with the Disney animated movie “Lady and the Tramp”. Even though I had updated “Tornado Encounter” fairly recently, there is still more in the decoding. The scene causes me to think of when the two dogs end up kissing accidentally due to both picking up and sucking in the same strand of spaghetti (a scene I saw numerous times as a child in television commercials). So, in knowing that a tornado is the bottom half of the Merkaba and that spaghetti is related to extensions of mental energies, this dream is showing me that I need to “pick up the strand of spaghetti” and wake up to be with my soulmate (as the “old neighborhood” is gone) so I can kiss her and not wander about in dreams so much other than when becoming lucid and seeking higher states and real knowledge (rather than conjecture). Now that I know what spaghetti lying about anywhere means, I am thus prepared.

“The Legend of Tony Karoni” (June 27, 1976), though not related to a pasta theme, does include the surname “Karoni”, naturally causing me to think of macaroni (as well as “mac” being another word for a man whose name is unknown). There also seems to be some sort of play on the idea of a “spaghetti western” (though in fact, it is supposedly called a “macaroni western” primarily in Japan). “Needle’s cell” in fact, may be a deliberate play on brain cells, this dream being about a month before my surgery on my right thumb and wrist, which is related to much of how I interpreted it at the time.

“As the Worm Turns” (May 17, 2014), which was “dream of the day” on one site on Monday, August 3, 2015, also had implications of macaroni being close to the head (and even inside the brain - taking me back to someone who was making jokes about “brain worms” regarding raisins in muffins at my father’s wake and where I just sat gasping and giggling foolishly at his audacity). In this case, the supposed “killer worms”, in dying, fall out of my hair as seemingly uncooked elbow macaroni (in a very vivid perspective). This also relates to my own conscious energy not being in my dream as I am not lucid. The potential though unacknowledged and uncontrolled “mental energies” are the worms in this case and become macaroni prior to my waking since I had not used the energies for apex lucidity. The likely play on “showing your feathers” in this dream is probably sarcasm from the Source (or a wayward orphaned tulpa) based on the line "stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni”.

Additionally, the “Tornadopillar” dream (April 3, 1982) brings to mind a dream, “The Great 'God’ Worm” (April 4, 1992) where the Merkaba is huge (appearing, in fact, as the total essence of god) and appears as a giant albino glass-like earthworm, “spinning” into my forehead like a tornado force after spending time with my wife-to-be at the top of a truncated staircase (which also seemed to be in a “divine” portmanteau setting including restaurant and observatory).

In conclusion, macaroni and spaghetti represent the energies of the human brain. The link to caterpillars and earthworms is also relevant due to their visual similarities. The difference is that caterpillars “ascend” in becoming butterflies (“lower” mental energies into ascension with soulmate union) and in contrast, the earthworm can be either microcosm or macrocosm (in either digging deep or “digging as high as possible” in the “god-like” Palouse earthworm form - or great white worm, which unfortunately is associated with the devil in some schools of thought).

There. I am glad I got this all sorted out. Thank you for reading.

So, I haven't been here for three years. In that time, I have had a large amount of stressful things happen to me and have got completely out of the habit of using a dream journal and lucid dreaming. However, this morning, I experienced a WBTB dream and gained full lucidity for this first time in ages.

So here is the dream:

I was in a local shopping centre and noticed two small boys staring at me and suddenly I became lucid. For a few (?) moments, I dipped in and out of lucidity/ the dream but eventually gained control. I realised that I was dreaming and managed to walk where I wanted but I noticed that I couldn't see the dream environment properly. I frantically tried to do a reality check but I panicked and couldn't find one to do. Anyway, I had completely forgotten the feeling of walking in a lucid dream so I found the experience pretty trippy, even more so because the dream characters appeared to be looking at me in bewilderment. At this point, I woke up.

I'm going to keep recording my dreams again and hope to attain some lucidity very soon. One thing I have never managed to do is fully control by dream environment. There are a few things and places I would like to explore in my subconcious so I hope to do this very soon.

Two dreams remembered last night, the first being pretty hazy. The second, however, was both more vivid and more funny in terms of what it meant.
I was at a house I didn't recognize with a bunch of friends I didn't recognize. Apparently we were trying to hide from some creature that was hunting us down. I hid between a small spot next to the wall behind a table. Sadly, that's about all I remember from this one.

This second dream was rather interesting. I wasn't in the dream at all, I was more like an observer to what was happening. In a way, it was like watching a movie. It seemed to be about a blonde-haired girl who was working for the police. However, as the movie progressed, weird things started happening, and the girl slowly came closer to becoming lucid, as it turned out everything going on around her was a dream. However, there were multiple things in her dream to try to keep her from getting lucid, including a sinister woman in a business suit. In the end, I don't remember if she ever got lucid or not. This dream was pretty funny though in that way, because it's like I was trying to convince myself that this was a dream, but the fact that I was watching it like a movie made it less obvious to me. Still, I take that as a good sign. Like, scratching the surface of awareness in a way.

First lucid : [COLOR="#008080"]I'm in a supermarket, I do a RC and realize I'm dreaming.I think about what I should do and suddenly remember to stabilize.I stabilize and the dream becomes clearer. Kris suddenly appears and we look for some kind of shoes when mom comes and drags me to a cake shop. She tells me that she ate some really nice cake and that I should try it too. I tell mom that I'm too busy. I look a bit inside the cake shop and I see a cake that I actually ate in real life before. I change my mind and tell mom that I'll eat that cake to see if it tastes as in real.The dream skips to the back of my apartment block(It's night) and I see that purpleish portal in the sky, I try to fly to it but couldn't so I give up. I walk more and notice there's a party not far away from here. I check my pockets for things and I find my katana.I tell myself : Yes, One of my goals is to fight a monster, I should try it. I walk faster and see 2 rocks on the ground. I grab one from the ground and feel the coldness. (I know I did way more things but this is pretty much all I remember)[/COLOR]

2nd Lucid : [COLOR="#008080"]All I remember is that I woke up and made a RC. I realize I'm dreaming so I go to the window and rip off the curtain. Mom comes to me and tells me : What the fuck you think you're doing? I respond: Mom, Don't ruin this lucid, Please, Go do something else. She's like : What are you talking about? This is not a dream, go back to sleep! I listen to her and lose my lucidity.[/COLOR]

Dream 3 : [COLOR="#800080"]I'm in some kind of a mall and there are many slides inside it. I see a guy from real life and I try to pretend I didn't saw him while laughing at mom playing at the slides(All of us had the same hoodies). He comes to me and asks me if I remember him. I say yes and then the dream skips to a playground. I'm sitting on the ground near the guy and mom is also here(fu). I'm for some reason in my bra and his friend tries to get it off. I put it back and the other guy tells him it's not funny and then slaps him. The guy says sorry and I nod. [/COLOR]

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I'm at some airport, but not a conventional one, either it's interplanetary or interdimensional. I was with some girl friends, but I loose them in the crowd. I end up in the restauration area and from there I walk out into an open area that I recognize from another dream I had some day. There's a stage and a girl is rehearsing for a concert later on. I keep walking up a dirt road because nature looks alien: there's a tree with raspberries the size of big apples and the soil looks like a creamy chocolate cake. As I watch the trees, their roots and branches and the river to my left, I notice patterns overlapping. The branches of a certain tree fit precisely against certain stars in the sky.
A guy appears behind me and says "Can you see the patterns, repeated and interconnected?".
"Yes, but if I move to a new position, I stop seeing this overlapping pattern, so it's just coincidental."
"Look again, you'll just see new patterns emerging. No matter what angle you look at things, you will always find repeating and overlapping patterns, just different ones, infinite numbers."
As we keep walking, I know I am dreaming, but it requires no reality check to confirm it or stabilize it. It holds very naturally and very clear. I actually feel that I can stay there forever. I realize how much I could learn if I decide to stay. I am decided to stay and unravel all the secrets of all the universes.
But then I wonder what will happen to the girl body I have left sleeping on a bed... Will "I" enter a coma? Sleep for the rest of "my life"? What about my family and loved ones? I don't worry that I'll miss them, I worry that they'll suffer not understanding what is happening to "me". I feel obliged to come back. (Damn!)
But for now I keep walking with this guy and he takes me to a really nice hostel in the mountain. My room faces a terrace over the river, that connects to other rooms. All is well on this peaceful place, I'm just contemplating nature, when a couple of men in black come out of another room, dragging my friend. When I approach to ask what they're doing, they tell me to go away or they'll take me to. One of them has some kind of weapon that points at me and I wake up.

I thought my hamster dream was odd...this dream is about the craziest one I've ever had (in memory, anyway). Some might argue flying fish and alligator-jawed hamsters are weirder, but the subject matter...it was incredibly vivid and incredibly odd. Note that I was NOT lucid, although my dream was about lucidity. In my dream I was a Jamaican man lucid dreaming I was an old Asian man (I'm neither of these IRL, I am Caucasian). It wasn't revealed I was really a Jamaican man until the end of my dream though. Also, lucidity in my dream was a bit different than it is IRL. In my dream, when people were dreaming, every dream character was another person, and people interacted via dreams just like they do in real life. With that explained, here's the dream:

Asian-Jamaican??!! W T F

Monday, August 12, 8:00 am


In my dream I am dreaming about this man and woman. I am completely lucid in my dream within a dream, however I am not REALLY lucid (confusing I know. Put it this way, my dream character me knows he is dreaming but the real me has no idea I'm in a dream). Anyway, in my dream I'm an old Asian man who analyzes rocks--a geologist?? This woman comes to me, her name is Raine, and she wants me to analyze these really strange rocks she found. The are purplish white, almost looking like a cross between amethyst and diamonds. She has a friend with her, a tall black man with a wispy beard and ponytail. Raine has light brown hair. I vaguely remember Raine somehow communicating with me via telepathy in my dream-within-a-dream, asking where my office is. I tell her where I am, we make our way through the circular building that houses my office. Her friend meets with us, and I grab the odd rocks, telling Raine what they are (I have no idea what they were, I can't remember--I do know they were very special rocks though).

Either the dream fades away, or I just don't remember what happened next, but now I find myself in a hallway leading outside the building. I'm sitting with Raine's friend. We're not really talking, just sitting together, waiting for something I think--what we're waiting for, I don't really know. he sees a man outside, a dark Jamaican man, who looks very thuggish (headband with gang colors, that sort of thing). He walks outside, spends some time talking with the guy, and then comes back in and sits down. He's pale now, and obviously very afraid. I ask him what's wrong, but he refuses to tell me. I study him a minute, then the guy outside, and then say:

"He's a Rasta-man isn't he? How much do you owe him?" Raine's friend looks at me in awe.

"H...How do you know that, man??" he asks me. For some reason his question angers me, even offends me.

"You have no idea who I am in real life, what I used to do!" I snap. Sighing, I stand up. "I'll take care of him," I tell Raine's friend. I walk outside to confront the guy outside.

"Who are you?" he asks me.

"friend of his," I say, jerking my thumb towards Raine's friend. He sizes me up for a second, and I just stare coolly at him. Then, without warning, I punch the guy in the face, busting his lip and sending him to the floor. He starts backwards-crawling on the pavement, and I reach into my coat and pull a pistol on him. He's really scared now, but I just glare at him, and fire the gun, purposefully missing just to the side--a warning shot.

"You'll leave him alone." I tell the man. "His debt is paid." The man nods, peeing himself in fear. He gets up and runs off. I put the gun back in my coat and walk back inside, where Raine's friend is staring at me in shock. I then reveal to him that while I look like an old Asian guy in this dream, I am really a jamaican myself, I used to be a Rasta just like that guy. I appear as an Asian in my lucid dreams because I don't want people to judge me and to know what I used to be. He thanks me for my help, and Raine approaches.

Raine tells me she's glad I helped her--she doesn't know about what I did for her friend, she's thanking me for the help with the rocks. She says she has to go now. I get really, really sad at this because the dream me has formed an attachment to her.

"I don't want you to leave," I tell her. She tells me she has to. "I'm a very lonely man outside this dreamworld. All I do is analyze rocks all day. Will we ever see eachother again?" Raine just shrugs, tells me "maybe" and then my alarm wakes me up.

The super odd thing about this dream, aside from being a dream within a dream, which in and of itself is really confusing and strange, is how emotional I was. I am almost never so hyper emotional in my dreams, but I was literally crying when Raine said she had to go. I don't know why either. Also, It is unusual for me to dream that I am a different person--in the case of this one, two different people; the Jamaican dreaming the lucid dream and the old Asian man that I appeared to be in the dream-within-a-dream. Strange, is it not?

~SilverWolf~

Before I start, let me say this is the first lucid experience I've had since I got started with all this only a month ago, so it's nothing too big, but it's a step forward for me.

I was in a strange place, it looked like a cloud, I could see the cotton-like floor and the blue sky above me. I was holding a piece of paper with both my hands and there was a legible text written on it. I noticed my surroundings were quite weird, so I started thinking that might be a dream. I stared at the piece of paper thinking I'd see the letters moving around, but they didn't. I thought "okay, if I was in a dream these letters wouldn't probably be still, but this place I'm in... I'll try staring at the letters, look away and then look back at them again, as if in a reality check". I did it and, sure enough, the text had changed completely. I then shouted "I'm dreaming!" and as I did I started feeling like a tickling and buzzing coming from inside my chest. This feeling kept growing and I knew I'd wake up if I wasn't able to stabilize the dream. I tried to spin around first but I felt like I couldn't move. I guess it took me a bit too long to react because I started feeling my real body on my bed while the dream hadn't finished completely yet, but anyway, I tried to rub my hands together in the dream to see if I could bring it back. However, it was too late, the dream was fading away.

I'm not entirely sure I woke up because I can't remember it clearly (maybe it was a false awakening). I only remember I tried my hardest to fall asleep again as fast as possible, keeping in mind I had been lucid just a few moments before in order to enter the next dream while still lucid. All of a sudden, I felt like something was taking me away floating and I entered another dream, but I think I wasn't lucid in this one.

I don't remember much of the second dream because I woke up startled in the morning and it went away while I was trying to bring back as many pieces of the lucid experience as I could.

Anyway, brief as it has been, it's been an interesting experience. I'm looking forward to something like this happening again soon and being able to stay in the dream.