Early this morning, I woke up to attempt a WILD, and had mild (mild, not MILD) success. I began to feel buzzing and my hands falling asleep, but then I was disturbed. So, I decided to just sleep another hour or so to get ready for the day. Almost immediately I entered a dream, with very little lapse in consciousness, and dreamt of being some kind of tourettes afflicted superhero who was fighting a disembodied french head made of metal, who couldn't have his nose touched, (but I had to touch his nose, as my tourettes dictated, like in the short film "harvie krumpet"). In this dream, there was the night sky and flocks of pigeons. Well, this dream ended, and I entered a new one.
I found myself in my own home, nothing seemed amiss, but I looked down the hallway towards the kitchen and saw a small group of sparrows hanging from the screen on the window going outside. I decided this was very strange, and that perhaps I was dreaming. In any case, I had to get these birds outside where they belonged, so I walked right up and took one in my hand, to start at the beginning and eventually get them all out of my house. When I had grabbed this one sparrow, I decied I could get many more of them, and made my shirt into a pocket to hold them the way a young kid will do collecting rocks or something, folding the bottom up to form a pouch. I walked into the adjacent room where all the furniture was missing, and up to the window. By now I had almost for sure decided that I was dreaming, and grabbed one of the birds out of my shirt to look at it. Sure enough, it had turned white, and proved to me that I was dreaming. I decided I could let the birds out through this large window (which is separated into 3 parts in real life) without opening it, as it was a dream and they could easily pass through it.) I released the white bird, and it flew through the window. I then released all of the birds, confirming my dreaming state once again. For a moment I stared out the window, marveling at the lucid beauty that even my front yard had in the dream state. I decided to go up to my bedroom to continue my experiments in the lucid state, but soon found myself quickly waking up, things becoming blurry and my actions becoming clumsy. I tried rubbing my hands and staring at them, even yelling "increase vividity" and "increase luciditiy" neither of which did anything. I stumbled across the inexplicably empty room. Ironically, I did end up in my bed room, when I woke from the dream that is, only 20 minutes after having gone to sleep.
